Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

On either side of the Broken Mountain Dragon, there is a cabinet covered with red cloth.

It is much smaller than the Broken Mountain Dragon.

But to be placed alongside it in the same back room, it is clearly no ordinary object.

There are only these three exhibits in the entire back chamber of treasures.

Three pieces of red cloth, three silent silhouettes.

In the empty room, only a few people stood scattered about.

The curator stood at the front, his back to the entrance, and was tidying up a piece of parchment in his hand.

Elvia looked around, her gaze quickly sweeping between the cabinets and the guards.

Two legendary mages stood on either side of the entrance to the back chamber.

With one on each side, arms crossed over their chests, they calmly surveyed everyone present.

Her gaze then shifted back to the vehicle where Po Shanlong was.

They quickly confirmed the vehicle's location, the display case's orientation, and the way the red cloth was secured.

Then her gaze shifted slightly, as if searching for a figure that shouldn't be there.

Just then, a familiar voice rang in her mind.

Stop looking.

I've been hiding for a long time.

Elvia paused almost imperceptibly.

This method of telepathic communication once led her to believe that Shadow Blade Lin had recovered.

Elvia remained outwardly calm and took two more steps forward.

She casually brushed the hem of her skirt, as if adjusting her posture.

At the same time, he silently replied in his mind.

"What convenient magic."

"You got here first, how's it going?"

Lin Gui's voice rang out again.

[It's the same information you provided.]

Protected by two legendary mages, the display case crafted for the Mountain-Breaking Dragon is imbued with extraordinary magic.

You only have five minutes to get your hands on it.

Although the Illusionary Realm Technique has very low magical fluctuations, it cannot guarantee that the two legends will not detect it at close range.

So I need an opportunity.

I've let that guy in as you requested.

He was unaware that we had already arrived at the Thousand Towers.

Elvia smiled.

"If he hadn't arrived at Thousand Towers so early, he might have been able to avoid this calamity."

She turned her head to look at Levy, who had been silently following behind her.

Then he turned to Luna, his tone casual and natural.

"Miss Luna."

I'm a little hungry.

"I'm planning to have my maid get something to eat."

"Does Miss Luna need anything?"

Upon hearing this, Luna glanced at Levy.

Her gaze lingered on Levy's crimson eyes for a moment before shifting away.

"No."

"Thank you for your kindness, Speaker."

Elvia smiled and winked at Levy.

Levy didn't ask any more questions, nor did she glance at her again.

She lowered her head and slightly curtsied.

Then he turned and left along the corridor he had come from.

Her steps were steady and quiet, the hem of her black skirt moving silently across the ground.

Shortly after she left, people began to enter the back room from the various corridors.

Several well-dressed nobles and two or three high-ranking members of the magic tower.

And those noble ladies who had chatted with Elvia earlier.

The space gradually became lively.

Almost everyone had arrived.

The old curator finally put down the parchment in his hand.

He straightened up, cleared his throat, and slowly surveyed the entire room.

Although it was a relatively large exhibition.

But in reality, very few people are qualified to enter.

There were only about thirty people participating in the exhibition, and even including the attendants, there were only about forty.

Therefore, the old curator did not use amplification magic, but looked around and spoke.

"Everyone."

"Thank you all for your patience in completing the entire process."

"Next up is the grand finale of this exhibition."

He turned around and faced the three silent red cloths.

"Today, I will introduce to you these three treasures from the Lord of the Sky's collection."

"first--"

He walked towards the enormous object in the very center and reached out to grasp a corner of the red cloth.

"It is a national treasure from the Dwarf Kingdom."

"Mountain-Breaking Dragon".

The red cloth was slowly pulled back.

The metallic luster suddenly burst forth under the light, as if something that had been dormant for a long time had finally awakened.

Inside the display case, the true form of the Broken Mountain Dragon lay quietly between fixed slots.

It was a huge siege drill.

It is forged entirely from abyssal refined gold, and its surface has a dark, silvery-gray luster.

Its main body is in the shape of a spiral cone.

It gradually narrows from the tail to the front, and each thread is engraved with fine rune patterns.

A deep, faint light shimmered under the lamplight.

The front end is a cone that is almost entirely black.

The surface is polished to a smooth, mirror-like finish, reflecting the surrounding light without being glaring.

It was as if the light was swallowed up the moment it touched it.

The entire piece exudes an ultimate aesthetic of forging.

The lines are sharp yet fluid, and every curve has been precisely calculated.

It was neither for decoration nor for aesthetics.

Rather, it serves a very simple purpose: to permeate everything.

Even the powerful and wealthy who see this thing every year.

At that moment, I unconsciously held my breath.

Their previously indifferent gazes now held a hint of fervor.

Elvia stood in the crowd, a hint of undisguised amazement flashing in her beautiful eyes.

She had seen Po Shanlong's picture in the newspaper.

But a photo is just a photo.

Those blurry prints simply cannot convey the true texture of this object.

Seeing the actual artifact with her own eyes, she finally understood why this national treasure was regarded as a priceless gem by the Dwarf Kingdom.

Why would the Alliance be willing to recognize the Dwarven Kingdom's independent status within the Alliance for its sake?

It reflects the absolute advantage of dwarves in the forging industry.

That's magic, a skill that even alchemy can't surpass.

The old curator stood beside the display case, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"The composition of the Mountain-Breaking Dragon is extremely complex."

"The main body is made of abyssal refined gold, and the outer layer is covered with armor forged from meteorite iron."

"The forging was completed by the best dwarf masters of the time and the headmaster of the Royal Academy of Magic."

"Its forging took a full 31 years."

"Every line and every curve was carefully considered before being finalized."

"During the Golden Age, the Mountain-Breaking Dragon opened up the first mountain range at the time, the Carlos Mountains."

"In that battle, the armies of dwarves and orcs were locked in a stalemate for several years."

"The two sides were deadlocked until the Mountain-Breaking Dragon pierced through the core of the mountain range, opening up a passage for the dwarves to the heart of the enemy's territory."

"The tide of battle was thus turned."

"The dwarves won that war."

"And then, when the Black Tide attacked the royal city..."

"It was this that penetrated tens of kilometers underground, saving the lives of countless dwarves."

"It preserved the flame for the survival of the dwarves."

"To demonstrate their commitment to the Alliance, the dwarves gifted it to the Alliance during the twelve years of the Dark Ages."

"Thus, we officially join the alliance."

"And the alliance transferred it to Thousand Towers."

"That's why we can be here and witness its true form."

"Witness this creation, the pinnacle of forging craftsmanship."

He spoke in a calm tone as he finished speaking.

But Elvia noticed a subtle hint of regret deep in his eyes.

It's like the melancholy of a treasure covered in dust.

Unfortunately, few people present noticed his emotions.

At the front of the crowd, a young man dressed in a fiery red robe had already taken two steps forward impatiently.

He wore a flame emblem on his collar, and his face was young and arrogant.

It's a fire tower.

Irving Ignis.

He raised his hand and gestured with his chin toward the Broken Mountain Dragon display case.

His tone carried an undisguised urging.

"Mr. Curator, let's not talk about that!"

"Let's see what it looks like when it moves!"

"This is the only exhibition we're interested in every year!"

Others echoed his sentiments.

The old curator glanced at him, his gaze calm.

"Your Excellency, the items in the other display cases are no less impressive than those in Broken Mountain Dragon."

"Those artifacts unearthed from ancient times, or even earlier—"

Huota waved his hand, his face showing obvious impatience.

"Those things are just for show; they can't compare to this behemoth!"

"Hurry up, Mr. Curator, don't keep everyone waiting!"

Seeing his impatient look, the old curator knew that whatever he said would be in vain.

He sighed softly.

He turned around and gestured to the two legendary mages standing to the side of the display case.

"Let's start the demonstration program."

One of the legendary mages nodded.

Step forward and place your palm on the rune array on the side of the display case.

A pale light emanated from his palm, flowing slowly along the lines of his palm.

With a mechanical turning sound, the display case slowly opened.

At the same time.

Slight footsteps came from the entrance to the back room.

Levy walked in quickly, carrying an exquisite silver platter with several small cakes on it, her head bowed.

Her steps were light, and her figure was not conspicuous in the crowd.

But when she raised her eyes, her crimson pupils instinctively looked behind her.

And behind her—

A plump figure dressed in aristocratic attire stood in the shadows at the entrance.

He stared at her like a hunter.