Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 236 Falling into a Hard Fight and a Difficult Choice

Israeln felt that the air must be burning, otherwise his lungs would not be so painful as if they were being scorched by fire.And the violent and restless swinging of the battle ax made his arms feel sore.

He was breathing heavily, and he had to use up all his willpower to keep himself from falling down.

More importantly, his blood was boiling, and his vision was blurred by the high temperature and fatigue.

This is the evil magic of the vampire family. If Stendhal's brilliance did not flow on him, the blood-sucking fever would almost evaporate all the moisture in his body.

A low-level vampire turned into a mass of black shadows, whistling and pounced down from their heads. At the moment when he was about to attack, he condensed out of the black shadows again, trying to tear the Redguard's throat apart. Taste the blood of your enemies.

But the vigilantes are the organization most familiar with the demons and all other evil creatures. As one of the best, Islahn has killed many fallen creatures. His keenness has captured the most suitable fighters. Sliding a step to the left solemnly, swung the tomahawk, and chopped off the vampire's head.

Dirty and cold plasma splashed, and the headless vampire fell to the ground, and the scarlet eyes on the ferocious head that rolled to the side gradually lost their light.Israeln let out a fiery battle cry, satisfying the desire to fight, and at the same time, it was a disdainful challenge to the enemy in the dark.

behold!The blood plasma left glorious and frightening marks on him and his companions. The vigilantes' mail armor, hair, and even the corners of their mouths were stained with the dirty blood of the enemy, looking embarrassed and heroic.

"I can't last longer." The ascetic monk drained the last bit of strength from his body, summoned the power of the Lord of Justice, Mercy and Mercy, and protected his companions. The golden enchantment and the blue frost, The white lightning collides and emits a dazzling light, as if death is calling every time-they must be thankful that vampires don't like to use weapons such as bows and arrows, otherwise even if Duran Cypher successfully casts the enchantment, it will be impossible They cannot be saved {everyone who has played The Elder Scrolls 5: Skyrim knows that enchantment can only defend against spells, but has no effect on physical attacks}.But even so, the ascetic monk was about to run out of energy, and he only felt an unprecedented tiredness in his body, and a severe pain like tearing his head, which was the result of too much mental exhaustion.He frantically called Stendhal's holy name in his heart, begging him to allow him to last longer.

"Run to the left." The magic swordsman's vacant left hand flashed green light, telekinesis caught a vampire who was trying to sneak up on the Redguard's back, fixed him in the air, and then fell to a wall several meters away stone wall.The companions even clearly heard the sound of bones and organs breaking.But Xi Lang didn't have time to rejoice, and the long sword in his right hand pierced a vampire's heart, slamming it on the cold stone floor, "There is a staircase there." He panted, and said a word quickly and forcefully. Spell, fire burst from the tip of his sword, igniting the vampire's torso.

Israeln and the others immediately jumped in direction and rushed towards the corridor on the left.

Screams and laughter came from behind them.

The enemy's intentions were obvious. They had been aware of the arrival of Islahn and his companions, but they had been holding back until the prey fell into a trap, and the enemy showed up, vowing to catch everyone.The lonely underground ruins are the place they chose to kill. After all, darkness is their protective color and their source of strength.

Solini Jurad was running fast with her slender and muscular thighs. At this moment, she heard a whistling sound in her ears. The huntress turned her body deftly, and the improved machine crossbow in her hand shot out two magic arrows. , the erupting flames swept through the second half of the corridor, and nearly five vampires were swallowed by the flames.

The shrill screams echoed in the dark corridor.Cursed by Molag Bal, vampires are naturally afraid of the sun and fire in the sky, both of which can often bring them effective killing, and even, sometimes fatal.

The enemy's pursuit was blocked by the sudden burst of glaring fire, and the leader among them roared angrily at the four fleeing people, vowing to brutally slaughter these lowly humans who dared to trespass into their master's territory.He ordered his men to release the wolves raised by their clan.

Because these wolves were nourished by evil magic, they were more ferocious than their wild counterparts when they were young .

The pack of wolves roared lowly, sniffing the fearful smell of the prey in the air with their wet noses, and quickly pursued them under the scolding of their master.

Hearing the shrill howl, the huntress and her companions ran a little faster.They walked along the corridor on the left in embarrassment, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and fled towards the unknown darkness.

Since the torches in the hands of the Red Guards had long since fallen, the last ray of warm fire flickered tenaciously for a few times before being swallowed by the darkness.In the Dwemer ruins where you can't see your fingers, only the golden light above the ascetic monk's head is shining, making all the vampires who dare to approach the vigilantes invisible.At the same time, it makes them easy targets.

There are at least sixty, oh no, maybe more vampires are chasing them, plus the wolves they raise and the humans who become their servants, the situation is at stake.

Israeln and the others rushed through the long corridor and found the stairs mentioned by the magic swordsman. "You call this a staircase?" the Redguard gritted his teeth.

A gust of cold breeze was blowing, and what appeared to the Redguards and others was a huge cave.There were even echoes of their conversation, "You... called... stairs... ladders..."

"Do we have a choice?" The Brightonian even had the mood to laugh at himself.Insight is not a panacea. This spell allows the caster to obtain some intuitive foretelling abilities, but the real situation is often much worse than you think.

With the help of Duran's spell, Islahn vaguely saw that the walls and statues of the Dwemer style were distributed on both sides of the wall, and the huge pipes were connected to the depths of the crypt from the endless darkness above the head. There is a bottomless darkness under the feet, and the chilling wind blows from the bottom to the top, as if the mouth of hell has opened its mouth, which is creepy.

Between the pipes, a narrow walkway made of stone sculptures connects the end of the passageway and is also the entrance of the cave. It winds and extends to the bottomless crypt below.And that kind of real evil roared out from the darkness of the ground, making everyone feel hopeless and terrified.

The huntress could already hear the chaotic footsteps of the enemy, and the howling of the wolves.She said with a pale face, "Although half-elves are always stupid and dissolute, at this moment, I have to regretfully agree that he is right."

Xi Lang glared at her and muttered incessantly.

Everyone looked to Israeln, waiting for his order.

The stone path can only be walked by two people side by side. It is smooth and has no guardrails. Not only does it take a lot of courage to walk up, but as the huntress said, the enemy has been hanging behind them, but they have not really launched the final attack. Could it be that they are waiting for this moment? ?
Israeln looked back at the same endless dark corridor hesitantly, but apart from the howling of the enemy and the howling of wolves, could he see any light of hope?
The companions knew what he was looking at, but even the most optimistic Huntress didn't think the man would suddenly appear at this moment and save them.Because at that time, they had always had a ray of fear in their hearts, so they subconsciously distanced themselves from Turka (of course, Turka's stop and go is also a reason), which caused, When they most longed for hope, they were overwhelmed by despair.

Israel's heart calmed down, and he said to his companions, "Go, I'm here to block them."

The others were awed by the aura of the Redguard who sacrificed their lives for righteousness, and at the same time felt unconcealable sadness and pain. The huntress even choked up and said, "No, we can't leave you behind."

But Israeln said, "I didn't stay here to seek death. How can you enjoy peace alone if you go forward? The responsibilities are different. I have a hunch that our real enemy is below. Who will know then, and finally see the dawn Who is it?"

The crowd was deeply affected by the despair in his mouth, no one spoke anymore, but paid a final farewell to the Red Guards with full respect, and then the other three walked up the stone path led by the ascetic monk, Go deeper into the crypt.

In the eyes of the Red Guards, the ascetic monk's magic was like a bright light in the darkness, slowly, from light to darkness, it disappeared into the darkness.

Israel turned around, took a deep breath, clenched the battle ax in his hand, and looked at the dark corridor with a serious attitude.

Suddenly, in the darkness, more than a dozen pairs of red eyes emerged.

"Great Stendhal, I hereby praise your holy name!" The Redguard placed his battle ax on his chest, praying so devoutly for the first time in his life, "May your kingdom of heaven come here! I will fight with you with my blood!" Glory, dedicated to you!"

It is said that his enemies took such great pleasure in seeing him beseeching the mercy of the Holy Spirit that they laughed mockingly and threatened him with gutting him out and putting his heart in his mouth.

But Islam was unwavering. After he chanted the prayer, he felt great peace in his heart.

So he prepares for his death.But at this moment, Stendhal responded to his petition.The redguards erupted with a stronger light than the ascetic monks. This light was pure, holy, and full of vitality. It was the natural enemy of these evil and fallen things underground. As soon as the skin and eyes of the pack of wolves and vampires came into contact with this light, , then blazing up, making them miserable.The dark and gloomy underground corridor is illuminated by this light as clear as the sky, and like the sun rising suddenly, driving away all unclean things under the shadow.

As a result, chaos occurred in the enemy camp.Taunts turned to horror, threats to wailing.The wolf whimpered, clenched its tail, turned around and fled; while the timid vampires and their servants let out bursts of screams in panic, in a dilemma.

Israel was also taken aback by the changes in his body. He understood that his god had responded to him. He could feel the divine power of the God of Justice, Mercy and Mercy emerging from his body. The tiredness and tearing wounds They all recovered quickly under this divine power, and made him full of energy and confidence.This made him burst into tears. He chanted the holy name of the God of Justice, Mercy and Mercy, and rushed towards the chaotic enemies like a raging bear.

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Turka looked at the red guard who looked like a blood man in a little surprise, holding the battle ax in his hand, stubbornly half kneeling on the ground, with his head lowered, and the motionless Redguard, a tinge of amazement surged in his heart.

It can be seen that this heroic warrior must have gone through an extremely tragic battle, which made the entire corridor full of vampires and their servants, as well as the corpses of wolves.Ah, yes, in the multi-dimensional crystal walls that Turka has experienced, along with the rise of evil, there are always creatures like wolves.Could it be that evil also has a formula?
"Hey, he won't die, right?" The one-eyed assassin's face emerged from behind Turka's majestic and fit body, looking at the heroic scene in front of him in surprise, pouted.

"Not yet, but soon," Turka said.He knelt down and carefully examined the evil wolves in this world.It can be clearly seen that there is already a big gap between the wolves raised by vampires and the wolves in the sky, and they can even be regarded as a variant.He opened the short jaw of a big wolf whose head had been cut open, wiped a bit of the smelly venom with his fingers, sniffed it, and grunted in disgust.He opened the wolf's eyes again, and seeing its scarlet eyes, his disgust grew stronger.

Nargis looked at the Redguard who had never surrendered even in death, his one-eyed eyes turned straight.He carefully avoided the remains of corpses on the ground, crossed the pool of blood, and finally came to this powerful warrior, "May you enjoy the mead of Songgard!" The assassin irresponsibly put Stendhal's disciples planned to Shure's Hall of Valor, and then carefully used the hand that was not holding the torch to grab the exquisite amulet that fell from the neck of the Redguard.

"Since you are going to see the Holy Spirit soon, I don't think you can use this?" I have to say that the assassin's vision is really good. He is keenly aware that after the Lord of Justice, Mercy and Mercy After the infusion of divine power, the talisman worn by the vigilante became gleaming golden, full of surging magic power.

What, you call it blasphemy?

For a person who believes in Mephala while yearning for the blessing of the Holy Spirit, faith is indeed useful and terrifying, but as long as he never stops breathing for a moment, he will never truly face his heart for a moment.

"Despicable!" The redguard with his head bowed suddenly opened his eyes, angrily swung the battle ax that had taken the lives of countless dark creatures, and slashed at the one-eyed assassin.But excessively overdrawing the power of a god is a suicidal act. Although he single-handedly wiped out enemies dozens of times larger than himself, the severe mental and physical injuries still brought him to the end of his life time.The original surge of strength quickly flowed from Israel's body. He could no longer hold the tomahawk, and when he let go, the heavy tomahawk fell from his hand, and he fell into a pool of blood.

Nargis watched helplessly as the tomahawk flew over his head, almost beheading him, and couldn't help swallowing. "I take it as your consent." The assassin stretched out his hand and pulled the amulet off the Redguard's neck, and said triumphantly.

But in the end, he stopped hesitantly. He lowered his head, looked at the heroic warrior, gritted his teeth, and helped him up.

"Here's the pay," he muttered.

(End of this chapter)