Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 249 The Fierce Combat Torture
Israeln is an experienced warrior. When everyone was frightened by the shock, he was the only one who moved forward quickly. With exquisite sword skills, he swung his sword to block the demon. The weakest broadsword a little bit.But even so, he was blown away by this strong demon.

The Mozu strode down from the altar, smiling fiercely, and raised his huge black two-handed sword above his head.A sword slashed at the second Brightonian Xi Lang.

But thanks to the timely response of the Redguards, the half-elf finally recovered from the shock, and he raised the Famer dagger horizontally to block in front of him.

when.

Two swords, one large and one small, slammed together violently, making a loud noise that made the half-elf's eardrums buzz.The huge force directly pressed down the dagger in the half-elf's hand, and the vicious blade cut into the half-elf's shoulder.

The half-elf let out a scream.

With a roar, the ascetic monk swung his heavy battle axe, leaped over his fallen comrades, and slashed at the enemy.

But the demon kicked up and kicked the half-elf heavily in the abdomen, and the red-haired Breton fell heavily off the altar.Then the giant sword spun down and cut across to the left, just in time to block the heavy battle ax in the hands of the ascetic monk who rushed up with a roar.

"Your struggle is doomed to be in vain!" The demon laughed loudly, an orange-red light erupted from the broadsword in his hand, and the ascetic monk Duran was knocked out without a word. "My lord has already known about your plot! Scream! Children of the light, this is where you will die! Your blood and fear are the sweetest sacrifices I offer to my lord!"

The hoarse and sharp voice of the mighty enemy from the Annihilation Plane echoed in the empty hall, like the Grim Reaper grinning. His huge body and the vicious iron armor on his body were like the most ghastly fear, occupying everyone's hearts.

Israel only felt a tearing pain in his chest and his hands were limp and weak, but he still managed to get up.He understands it's a trap.But the Redguards refused to admit defeat.He squatted down quickly, his heavy knees clucking in protest.Then quickly rush towards the enemy again.

The braziers around the altar allow his eyes to see the enemies standing on the altar.

"You and your despicable and sinister master will not succeed!" He shouted angrily, stepping into the attack range of the broadsword in the hands of this powerful demon.The enemy laughed wildly, swung the huge magic broadsword, and slashed down on the head with a howl.

Israeln didn't blink his eyes, as if the giant sword that was about to split him in half didn't exist at all—he didn't want to die, but he was full of confidence in his companions—this made the demons feel a little suspicious.Then he immediately realized that he was falling into the Redguard's trick.

"Psychokinesis!" The half-elf reluctantly raised his finger and quickly chanted the spell. The broadsword in the enemy's hand immediately seemed to be suspended, suspended in the air in front of him.

The Red Guards gazed firmly into his embrace.

The demon immediately let go of the hilt of his sword, and swung his blade-covered forearm in front of him.

In Islam's surprised and excruciatingly painful curses.Those half-inch-long blade tips on the enemy's iron gauntlet blocked the Redguard's full blow.The two collided and made a loud sound of gold and iron.

Click.

The blade forged from ebony rock severed the Vamer dagger that had been slashed by the enemy's broadsword, and Islan could only roll out of the dangerous range.To avoid being cut in half by the sharp blades on the enemy's strange and murderous armor.

Because the enemy's armor was too heavy, the demon had to bend down sharply if he wanted to catch the Redguard, but the enemy grinned grinningly, and stepped straight on the lying Yislan. go.

At this moment, a dagger ghostly pierced the thin gap between the knees of the demon's thick armor.The dagger severed the tough Achilles tendon of the Annihilation creature, destroying its center of gravity. The enemy stepped on the air, and the Redguard narrowly escaped.

"Shameless little thief!"

The demon uttered an angry cry.

That's right, it was Nargis who fled into the shadows when the war broke out in the end.

We know that the Nord Assassin's heart has been wavering between hesitation and firmness, simply because it is his nature.Not even Turka Arakano could change that drastically.But fate made him involved in the stormy waves of light and darkness, how could he be alone?

In the shadows, Nargis witnessed the half-blooded Breton man, who had lost too much blood, and forced himself to recite the last spell; Heroically launched a near-death charge against that mighty demon!
Thus, a side of courage and light sprouted in his heart.Though the light is as small as a candle in the wind—

"By the Weaver! I must be crazy!"

Nargis screamed in his heart, and quietly came behind the enemy, looking for an opportunity to strike a fatal blow.However, he suffered from the fact that the ferocious armor on the enemy's body was too tightly fitted—finally, the skilled assassin's eyes lit up, and the dagger in his hand pierced into the gap that was impossible in the eyes of ordinary people like a poisonous snake.

The half-kneeling Mozu waved his hand and grabbed the one-eyed assassin who was sneaking up.But Nargis, who was hit with one blow, quickly let go, retreated, and quickly hid in the darkness.

By gods, I've done what I can.

The assassin bowed his waist, breathing as calmly as possible, and let the heartbeat tend to be silent.He watched the battle situation on the altar expressionlessly, and relying on the memory in his mind, he quietly touched the exit.

***
Ulfric hadn't known how long he had been unconscious.The blond-haired elf with blood-red eyes was a master torturer, and she found every sensitive spot on the unfortunate prisoner, beating and picking, and raking the most painful spots with sharp instruments. .She kept Ulfric in a constant state of half-consciousness, never allowing him the strength to resist, yet wide enough to feel every pain.

The ancestor Shenzhou has been trying to ask some secrets from him-the secrets of the Skyrim Legion, the emperor's secrets, and even the secrets of the Eastern Territory.

But the stubborn Ulfric kept gritting his teeth without saying a word.

He was hung on the enchanted shackles. The hard handcuffs not only cut his wrists, but also blocked the flow of magic power on his body by blocking the handcuffs forged from magic metal.He can no longer use Thum's powers.And the muscular and muscular body is covered with all kinds of shocking scars.

But that wasn't what hurt him the most. What hit young Ulfric the most was that he was defeated and shamefully captured. For the first time in his life, Ulfric wondered if death was better than life. better.

He longed so badly to be free from the world, from his painful shell.He prayed to the spirits of his ancestors, prayed to Shure, and hoped to enter the paradise of all Nords—the Hall of Valor!But someone roughly grabbed his hair and pulled it back.He struggled to see around his blurry, bruised eyes.A male voice he heard.

A bottle was pressed to his lips, and his head was turned aside to let the contents down his throat.Ulfric resisted instinctively, thinking it was poison or a potion that would knock him out of his mind.He spat some out, only to be punched head-on against the wall and doused with more of the sour potion.

Ulfric felt his whole body burn, as if his limbs were on fire.Deciding that this was the last moment of his life, he struggled to get rid of the hard chains, and then weakened exhausted, waiting for death to come.

The burning sensation suddenly turned to a sweet feeling; Ulfric suddenly felt stronger, and his eyes gradually became less puffy, and his vision became clearer.Only then did he realize that what the man fed him should be healing potions.

"I admire your will," Grand Duke Nayariffin stood in front of him, with a trace of respect on his sinister face, "Ulfric Stormcloak!"

The Grand Duke wore an extremely exquisite robe, with a crown on his forehead and a golden sword hanging from his waist, like a nobleman more than a priest.Unbeknownst to most, he was actually a high priest in Boethia.

Ulfric looked at him, a mocking smile on his lips.

"But it all ends here." The respect on the face of the Supreme Commander of the Ancestral Shenzhou Expeditionary Army turned into contempt, and his tone returned to that superior tone, the arrogant tone unique to elves. "You may be able to endure physical pain, but can you refuse spiritual charm?"

A hooded guy came forward.

With the Grand Duke's permission, she took off her hood, revealing a long, pale face.

Ulfric's expression finally changed.

Because there seemed to be a group of eternally rotating stars in the eyes of this man, psychedelic but deadly.

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