Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 235 Fierce Magic Showdown
As a predator in the dark, the slender and... strong (?) neck of the prey is the most deadly temptation for it.Moreover, the target prey is so unsuspecting, the predator can even feel as if its fangs are piercing the opponent's carotid artery, sucking the delicious blood that contains the majestic vitality.

Ah yes.Even from such a distance, the predator can smell the delicious fragrance of the taller and stronger prey that is enough to drive them crazy.

They are agitated by their depraved and murderous instincts from birth.So the leader of the Predators began to give orders.

A vampire jumped out of the shadows (this is the racial talent of vampires, they can turn into bats and shadows to walk through the darkness), opened their bloody mouth, exposed sharp fangs, and slammed towards Turka's neck Bite away.

Turka turned around, grabbed his throat with one hand, and with a single twist, broke the vampire's neck.Then his other hand turned into a fist the size of a clay pot, and hammered heavily on the face of another vampire who was trying to sneak up on him.The vampire's head was shattered visibly to the naked eye, blue, white, purple, and red, as if a silk shop had been opened, and they all fell out together.The broken corpse fell heavily to the wall, turning into a mass of rotten flesh.

Turka's movements were so fast that the predators in the dark, known for their swiftness, didn't see the shadow of the outsider.But their fellow clans have proved with their blood and depraved lives that the dragon descendants of our sub-Asian are equally strong and powerful in Orbis.

The predators in the dark hid in their dark shadows in shock and anger, roaring.The sound was like the sharp and ear-piercing sound of iron passing through glass, the incarnation of evil in the world.

Turka waved his hand in disgust, regretting throwing the "dagger" on the ground.Turka is not afraid of them.He looked curiously at the vampire whose neck was broken by him, and found that these monsters had the same facial features and skin hair as humans; only their skin was paler, as if the sun had never been shining; four sharp fangs dripped With poisonous saliva, the cheeks are deeply sunken; the eye sockets are sunken, and the blood-colored pupils are full of killing and madness, and the pupils are turned outward in surprise; the sharp black claws hang down weakly; with the black leather coat, it looks ugly And evil.

There are no vampires in Middle Earth.

According to the legend of the Firstborn Children, Sauron, who was Morgoth's deputy at that time, turned into the biggest wolf in the first era, fought against the dog Juan, and became the most evil and simultaneous wolf in history after losing. It was also the first vampire bat to escape, perhaps that was the only legend about vampire monsters in Central Continent.

But after that, Sauron never had a similar change.

If there is any similarity between the evil beings in the two worlds, it is their tenacious vitality after being blessed by the Fall!The vampire whose neck was broken by Turka suddenly had red eyes, and swung its claws to grab Turka's thick carotid artery.

But Turka's fighting skills and instincts have been taught by the firstborn children, and he is also a powerful fighter, so he grabbed the vampire's chest with one hand, pinched its neck with the other, and squeezed the vampire with force. The first vampire's head and spine were pulled out, and the two remains were thrown to the ground in disgust.

He cast his gaze into the darkness.

In the darkness that the one-eyed assassin couldn't see through, a creepy voice uttered an evil spell in the dark, water elements pooled in the air, condensed into ice, and the wind howled, forming a storm that froze everything.

It is said that it was not until this time that the desperate cry of the Nord assassin sounded.

Turka's complexion also became dignified. If he was in Middle Earth, he would have no better way to deal with magic.But in Tamriel, he subconsciously let his spiritual sense touch the power of the bones all over Nirn.

He tried over and over again, failed over and over again, and finally, after countless times of failure, the ubiquitous power of the bones on Nirn responded to him.A majestic, majestic, divine light appeared before his eyes.

Ah, no words can affect the beauty of this light, and no mortal can touch this great power so closely as he does.In fact, if he hadn't come from the sanctity of the two worlds, he wouldn't be able to 'communicate' with the power that built the entire Mundus world so easily.

He stabilized his mind, trying to recall the evolution of earth, water, fire and wind, letting that ancient knowledge and brilliance flow through his heart.

He had to be careful, the force was so great that even the slightest movement of it could destroy the greatest city ever built by man.

No one taught him that he had to try alone, maybe in the next moment, he would be torn apart by this great power; even if he succeeded, the knowledge he gained might not be what he wanted.

He touches aimlessly, cautiously, and slowly, dragging the strands of brilliance in it, fantasizing about knowledge about magic, struggling in this magnificent, majestic, and indescribable sea of ​​power maintain his existence.

In the eyes of Nargis, he just shook his head slightly, as if he was thinking about what magic to use to deal with his enemies (the rotation of thinking is much faster than we thought).

In the end, we saw our alien dragon descendant stretch out his giant palm full of power.The aura of magic emerged in the air in front of Turka Arakano, and according to the requirements of the caster, he quickly and flexibly constructed a beautiful magic circle with complicated lines—as if you know enough mages, then You can understand that similar spells actually have a fixed external manifestation.

look at that!The torrent of magic collided in the air, the blue frost power and the golden enchantment light offset and collided with each other, and the cold air that froze everything was split into two, whistling from the sides of Turka and Nargis rushing past.The walls and the floor were covered with a thick layer of ice.

The sudden drop in temperature made Nargis shudder, he opened his mouth wide in shock, seeing the towering Turka Arakano standing in front of him like a holy spirit, unable to utter a word.

Turka was also delighted, because the magic he cast for the first time was obviously stronger than the enemy.Facing the magic similar to enchantment he cast, the enemy's magic finally turned into a sigh and dissipated invisible.

The pots, pans, and other sundries that were swept up in the air by the ice storm fell to the ground like rain, and the sound echoed in the darkness.

This proves that Turka Arakano can indeed learn magic, and this will bring him strong support on his way home in the future. "I want to find a way to get out of this world. Is there anything more powerful and effective than the power of magic?" He secretly thought.

The magical aura produced by the collision of the two forces obstructs the sight of both the enemy and us - of course, this does not include Turka Arakano, because we must not forget, as we once blessed him: sharp eyes, never be blinded by the fog resistance.Therefore, although half of Turka's mind was immersed in joy, the other half of his attention was still firmly locked on the enemy in the darkness.

Enemies are stunned by his power, and most wizards (mages) can use magic enchantment, but such a high-level enchantment, even purebred vampires among them, cannot cast it as easily and effectively as he does .As a result, the enemy in the dark was overwhelmed by cowardice, screaming one after another, seemingly strong but actually weak.But the order of the master behind it made them unable to choose their fate.

It was a taller and thinner magician who didn't wear leather armor, but a black robe and a hood.His skin is yellow, which is different from the Nords, Riches, and Bretons that Turka has seen, and he has a pair of pointed ears. Although he wears a black hood, he Turka's deep golden eyes still pierced the darkness to catch it.

"High elves?"

Turka was reminded of another famous race of Nirn.In addition, the opponent's eyes are also blood red, obviously the enemy is still a vampire.

Unaware that the target could see through darkness, the enemy leader screamed, forcing the other predators to attack while he uttered another spell himself.

This enraged Turka, he let out a soft grunt, and performed a trick, the Dwemer "dagger" suddenly jumped into his hand like a magic trick, and then he threw out the deadly "dagger".

The dagger pierced the darkness, stabbing the enemy like a meteor.In the darkness, the enemy let out a scream.

However, the enemy still desperately read out the last character, and a strange creature exuding a strong cold air came to Nairn from a different dimension.The monster was more than three meters tall, and had no human-like facial features, except for a pair of eyes made of ice crystals on the head.The monster's torso and limbs are made of condensed ice, and every step it takes leaves biting frost on the ground.

This is a frost elemental, it lives in a plane of oblivion, summoned by the enemy magician, it comes here according to the contract, ready to destroy all enemies who dare to challenge its summoner.

The Frost Elemental was blocked by the Dwemer's gate, and it swung its huge fist furiously. The wall and gate immediately let out a miserable roar, and finally shattered into a pile of stones.

The ferocious frost elemental roared challengingly to Turka, and several sharp ice spears appeared around it.

And some of the other predators turned into groups of shadows and bats, attacking Turka and Nargis in the air; some, like the high elf magician, began to cast some kind of evil magic.

At one point, the situation was extremely dangerous—or so it seemed to Nargis.He lamented his tragic fate, but hoped that the dragon descendant from another world would show his power again.One of the assassin's brown eyes kept turning, as if he could slip away at any time.

Turka was indeed amazed by the endless magic tricks in this world, but at this moment he was in no mood to deal with the enemy.Because he heard the angry battle cries of the vigilantes walking in front of them.

The high and fierce roars showed that they had also encountered a strong enemy. The master of the evil place here seems to have begun to draw the net, ready to catch all the prey trapped in his cage.

"Which is the prey and which is the hunter? How can you really know until the end?" Turka let the anger spread all over his body, and the long-lost heart of the dragon blessed by Iluvita began slowly and quickly. , beating violently.

"What?" Nargis keenly sensed that there was a smell of sulfur in the air, and in the darkness, a powerful voice thumped like a drum, stimulating everyone's heart.Before he and the enemies in the darkness could react to what happened, a magnificent and dazzling fire suddenly lit up.

It is said that at that moment the one-eyed assassin's still-closed mouth opened wider.

***
Meanwhile, Islam and his companions were having a little trouble.

"The Nine Holy Spirits! I can guarantee that he is definitely not a mortal! Maybe, I mean, maybe, we witnessed the birth of a demigod." The magic swordsman with a head of light red hair kept murmuring in a low voice with. "Or, we're witnessing the birth of disaster."

"Shut up!" Although Israeln usually hated the broken mouth of the Breton people, he never wished that this guy had no tongue for a moment, because his 'nonsense', further frightened and restless hanging over everyone's head.

"We can't deceive ourselves." The magic swordsman said a very philosophical sentence. "Maybe it won't be long before there will be another star in the sky. They have always been like this since ancient times. Even the king of worms is no exception."

The king of worms is Mannimark, he was the first powerful magician who created the necromancer system, and in the second era, he participated in the siege of the imperial capital by the Daggerfall Alliance, the Ebon Heart Pact, and the First Ancestor Shenzhou .At one point it became a satellite orbiting the star that represented the god of reincarnation, funerals, and cemeteries.

And that battle caused the entire continent of Tamriel to be killed and injured, and the vitality of many races was severely damaged.The empire was weakened in a straight line and lost its former glory. In the end, the Rich Dynasty, which occupied the imperial capital at that time, came to an end and lost their royal power.

It was also after that time that the leaders of the major forces became more restrained, and the big wars no longer broke out, and they just licked various wounds.Until Tiber Septim once again set off a war that spread across the entire continent, and after that successfully created the Third Reich.And the emperor Tiber Septim finally succeeded in ascending to heaven and becoming a god with a mortal body, becoming Talos among the nine holy spirits!

In other words, almost every strong man who has become a demigod or a demiking, no matter what their original intentions are, in the end, they will set off endless bloody storms, using the countless corpses and bones of the Tamriel tribes, Pave the way for them to ascend to heaven and become gods.

Of course, we can't say that demigods are bad (most demikings are evil), but every move of these holy people will eventually cause turmoil in the mortal world, so Islahn looks worried and can hardly think.

In the lonely and dark Dwemer ruins, the Redguard walked at the forefront of the team. The torch in his hand and the light of the ascetic monk's light above his head illuminated the road ahead of them, but they could not illuminate the haze in his heart.

"No matter what, this event will have an end. When the time comes, let the merciful Lord test our faith. And now, we can only do our own thing well." Finally, Israel said Such a sentence.

The mood of the others was not much better than his. Their steps were like being filled with lead, heavy and weak, feeling that the road ahead was long but hopeless, and their vigilance gradually weakened.

And so the attack happened.

The vampires and their servants sprang out from the darkness, using claws and fangs, arrows and magic, laughing and screaming, they defeated them almost instantly.

(End of this chapter)