Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 246 Wraith
Most of those pathetic creatures were frozen by the spell of the alien dragon-this greatly tested Turka's manipulation of magical energy. He must ensure that while limiting the ability of these creatures to move, try not to take their pathetic life ——Although he felt that perhaps death was their best destination.

Thankfully, Turka he did.

Magical energy flowed through his body, so violent and violent that it nearly tore him apart.It took all of Turka's will to make a small branch of this great power that was everywhere in Nirn--like a small stream from the sea.

He draws the water element from the air, and then combines it with the wind, until the two collide, freezing all enemies in the cave in place.But a cold shiver crept up his body.

That was not the cold caused by spells, but a deeper trembling.It was the breath of death.

Turka's eyes widened vigilantly, and he hugged the stalwart flame tightly and didn't let go.

In the darkness, among the countless crystal clear ice sculptures, a figure gradually emerged—but it was something darker—it floated in the air, and the breath of the dead condensed behind it into a ragged cloak; the cold Rotating around it, its face is dead white, its expression is dull, its body is translucent, and Turka can even see the wall behind it through it.

But its breath can freeze the heat of the living; its touch can kill a strong giant; its eyes can kill a man with a mere glance.

This is a wraith.

Summoned from the realm of the dead by the summoner, it stares blankly at the new demigod.

Turka couldn't make a sound.

In Yiya, under Yiru's protection and blessing, he is immune to all evil spirits—not even Angmar, the head of Nazgul, can harm him.But in Orbis, he could feel that without those open-ended blessings, he would also be injured and die.Because this is the law of this world.

But your soul, will...

eternal.

A voice suddenly appeared in Turka's mind, and Turka lost his mind for a moment.

The eyes of the Wraith began to shine with the light of the devil, full of hatred and destruction, the expression changed from empty to distorted, it opened its distorted mouth, and let out a scream of death.

The sound rumbled through the room, making Turka feel as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning.The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and he could clearly feel magic in the air around him.

Darkness and horror enveloped him instantly—but it was a little erratic, like thick oily smoke.Turka was terrified and frightened.

He held up his hands and uttered a mantra. "Techniek van de vuurbal!"

A huge fireball emerged from his fingertips, drew an arc, and hit the wraith.

Heat and explosions swept through this cave full of ice sculptures.

The solid ice melted and burned at this terrible temperature, and the Vamer inside was ignited without even hiding, turning into balls of fire. They screamed and rolled continuously on the ground , the smell of barbecue fills the air.

But Turka no longer cared that this would enhance the power of the father of vampires, because he saw that the wraith was floating in the air and was not hurt by the fireball.Screaming, it flew out of the smoke and flames, outstretched its limbs with long, curved claws connected at the end, and lunged at Turka, waiting to suck heat and life from the target's body.

"I'm such an idiot." Turka cursed herself secretly.Wraiths are spirit bodies in essence, and they are not harmed by ordinary spells at all.And the voice in his head distracted him again, and he made a stupid response in a panic.

The wraith's speed was so fast that Turka could even smell the stench and evil that filled it with the breath of death.At that moment, he could even feel that his hot blood was frozen, which was extremely rare in his long years.He jumped in embarrassment, dodging the fatal blow.

Wraiths don't have much wisdom.Or rather, it had only one thought on its mind - if it had one - to kill him!A voice also echoed in Wraith's mind.

It screams wantonly, spreading fear and death.The wraith twisted in the air and turned to face Turka.

Turka's face was pale, and the countless terrifying screams and laughter in his mind made him unable to concentrate well, and the violent force of the earth was tearing his body all the time.It almost made him fall into the abyss.

"I am Turka Arakano! The Chosen One! The High King! You must obey my orders!"

Turka yelled furiously in his heart, trying desperately to stop the screaming and laughing that made him dizzy and terrified.

In the end, he won.

Because love and hope made him strong, and the obsession to go home made him firm in his heart.At the same time, Turka was deeply ashamed of his cowardly side.

He worked hard to adjust the flow of the power of the earth's bones through him, until it reached a certain frequency of harmony with the secret fire of the other world.Then he gritted his teeth and shouted the purification dragon roar.

"Kalya!"

With the explosion of the stalwart power of the fusion of the two worlds, behold, light blooms in the darkness, just as the world first opened, the sun hangs in the sky for the first time, the earth is illuminated by this great, clear light, and the shadows Retreat from evil like snow.

Wraiths are evil things, negative shadows of Okay.This light is fatal to evil things like it {in fact, the roar of the purification dragon is the bane of all evil, and its power is deeply feared even by Molag Bal}.It uttered an earth-shattering shriek at the huge figure in the light with resentment, and many of its evil allies went straight to the world of the dead when they heard the terrible sound.Then the wraith disappeared into the air, like the first snow melting.

It has returned to its fearful and evil kingdom.Waiting for the call of the next summoner.

Vaguely, Turka seemed to hear a scream.

But even with his sharp gaze, he couldn't find the man behind the scenes hiding in the shadows in this chaotic scene.

As for the rest of the Vamers, since they are a blind race, and their depravity is not an unforgivable evil act, but a "masterpiece" of a certain god, they don't feel much about the purification of Dragon Roar .

They calmed down from the panic and confusion under the whip and kick of a leader full of wonder and fear.

But at that time, there was no breath of Turka and the terrible wraith in the cave.They anxiously searched for traces of intruders in the huge underground ruins.The depraved creatures bared their teeth, hissed, or frantically banged on the walls to distinguish the intruders from their own positions, and the silent Underdark became frantic and clanking.

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