League of Legends Invades Another World

Chapter 118: The former master of dwarvesNoel Blacksmith’s Shop is a dark red alien building, and its architectural style resembling a furnace has this unique feeling in Lakstark Fortress.

There are countless small and exquisite animal stone carvings on the broken crimson wall, which occasionally mixes with many flame patterns, and its lifelike appearance is like a raging flame burning, even if it is ruthless time, it has not been extinguished.

”Safety!”

The Shadow Streamers in front waved, and then Modrian and the others stepped into the blacksmith’s shop.

It is still the same crimson building, but compared to the outside, the internal building is obviously much more complete, especially the last building. You can vaguely see a lot of dusty but extremely complete stove inside. It seems that there is no trace of damage.

Modrian followed the footsteps of the Shadow Streamers and went deep inside. Unlike what he imagined, there seemed to be no corrupted monsters here. They easily approached the last relatively complete building in the Noel Blacksmith’s Shop.

A burning stove is carved on the gray metal door, and beside the stove is a dwarf holding a heavy hammer, who seems to be forging equipment.

Raising his head slightly, Modrian looked at the door in front of him. Those skilled stone carvings still maintained a special feeling after the baptism of time, which was obviously from the hands of the master.

Especially the door handle is carved into the appearance of a hammer, and the place where the door gap is connected is carefully patterned with sparks, as if the hammer is hitting the metal heavily, and the flames are everywhere.

Squeak!

The thick and decayed gray-white door shaft squeezed and rubbed the door wall and made a harsh sound. A cold breeze blew in, blowing the golden light and couldn’t help but sway, and the light was dim.

Modrian was alert and stopped at the door to watch. Inside was a gray-white workshop. The extinguished stoves were scattered in an orderly manner. Semi-finished molds could be seen everywhere. It seemed that it was too late to put away because of some urgent matter.

Looking inside, there is a lifelike oil painting hanging on the wall facing the gate. The painting shows an old dwarf who was pierced through his body by a dark golden sword, nailed to the gray-white wall, with dark blood stains. Winding to the bottom of the wall.

and many more! ?

He noticed the weird phenomenon, the faint black mist was slowly eroding the ‘oil painting’, a dead object.

Whenever the black mist wants to come close to touch the ‘oil painting’, there will be a flash of dim and extreme brilliance, resisting the black mist stubbornly.

”This... does not seem to be a painting?”

Modrian’s eyes widened and he carefully observed the dwarf corpse. The dark golden giant sword that penetrated the corpse was about 5 meters away from the ground. After Bobby approached, he could clearly see the shadow reflected on the opposite side. (The golden light shines on the dwarf corpse and the dark golden greatsword.)

Buzzing! Buzzing!

When Modrian and the others stepped into the gray-white workshop, there was an inexplicable tremor resounding, and it was visible to the naked eye that the black mist that had surrounded the dwarf’s corpse was slowly receding, as if they were afraid of something.

As time passed, the trembling sound connected into a film, turning into tidal waves, slapping the walls continuously.

”Be careful, Lord Modrian!” Bobby stood in front of him, his face solemnly looking at the dark golden giant sword, the source of the trembling sound was there.

The golden light filled the purple eyes, and Bobby touched his waist with his left hand, where a small gray-brown buckler was pinned to it.

[Steel Ambassador]!

[Steel Ambassador: Poppy throws her buckler at the target, gaining a bonus to attack range and causing extra magic damage. The buckler will fall on a nearby area, and when Poppy steps into the area, he can gain a blessing effect. (The enemy can destroy the buckler)]

A gray-brown brilliance drew an extreme arc in the air, and its terrifying speed compressed the air to form a clear trace, and the target was directed at the dark golden giant sword.

A slight energy fluctuation appeared on the dark golden giant sword, and the dead old dwarf slowly raised his head, his closed eyes had been opened for unknown time, and the gray-brown buckler was reflected in the turbid pupils.

The stiff left arm was gently raised, and his fingers flicked against the gray-brown buckler. In an instant, a ray of orange-red energy hit the buckler precisely.

Be yelling!

The gray-brown buckler fell to the ground and bounced back and forth a few times, making a crisp sound.

”Humanity?”

The old dwarf stared at Modrian, with a strange tone, and with a touch of rustiness and indifference.

After saying this, he did not continue to speak, but dropped his head, as if thinking about something.

After a few seconds, the old dwarf raised his head again and looked at the protected Modrian in the center and said softly: ”Human aristocrat? It seems that we have failed. I don’t know how the situation in Lakstark Fortress is now?”

Compared to the weird tone before, the old dwarf now speaks the mainland lingua franca with the correct tone.

”The gray shield, the gray gun, I didn’t expect to see them again, is this a testimony to his own glory before death?” The old dwarf put his muddy eyes on the blade and shield in Modrian’s hand. , Spit out some sentimental words.

Modrian’s heart moved, and he responded, ”Is your Excellency Master Noel Giles?”

”Huh?” A look of surprise flashed on that gray face, and Noel Giles, the dwarf foundry master, showed a trace of remembrance.

”It seems that my name is not buried in the loess ~www.NovelMTL.com~ but is remembered by the long river of history.”

”Human aristocrat, can you tell something about the outside world? I need to judge something.” Noel Giles said slowly, with an unnatural tone of request, he was trapped here for too long I am eager to understand the outside world.

There was a silent atmosphere, and Modrian didn’t say a word. He stared at the old dwarf in front of him. He didn’t completely believe the other party’s words in his heart, even though the gray shield and gray gun in his hand were really from the opponent’s hand.

”Don’t worry, human nobles, in order to resist the erosion of those black mists, all my strength has been exhausted for a long time.” Noel Giles said helplessly. ”Even blood is given to this dark flame warscar sword.”

”I don’t want to be a running dog of the abyss, that is the shame of the Ice Dwarf clan!”

Dark Flame Warscar Sword!

Modrian’s eyes inadvertently glanced at the dark golden giant sword that pierced through the body of the old dwarf. He had read some introductions to that sword in books.

The inheritance tool of the ice dwarf clan, a legendary tyrannical weapon!

But it is precisely because of this that his heart is full of doubts, why does the handicraft of the Ice Dwarf clan pass through the body of the casting master belonging to the Ice Dwarf clan?

”Human aristocracy, if you don’t mind, you can listen to the old man telling a story about the ice dwarf clan.” Noel Giles saw Modrian’s inner doubts and slowly recounted what happened in Lakstark Fortress. A battle for destruction within.

Noel spoke quickly, but his sentences were clear and methodical, and he slowly described for Modrian the changes that happened in Lakstark hundreds of years ago............