Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 250 Imprisonment and Exile

Seeing that the damned assassin couldn't be caught, the angry annihilation creature hit Islaen on the ground with his iron gauntlet covered with sharp blades.

Seeing this, Israel instinctively covered his lids with a strong arm, and rolled to the side close to the ground.

The iron gloves with sharp blades hit the ground and sparks scattered.

The Redguard who successfully evaded put his hands on the ground, kicked his legs violently, and swooped forward. The broken Vamer dagger fiercely pierced the enemy's eyes——compared to other armored soldiers. In other places, the horned head of the enemy is the easiest target.

But there was a hint of cunning in the fanatical and violent eyes of this demon.The enemy's reaction was quicker than expected, and the creature from annihilation raised its other hand to block it.The shattered dagger hit the black sandalwood iron gauntlet, sending out a series of sparks, and then completely shattered into a... trash with only the hilt.

At this time, the half-elf who released the last telekinesis couldn't hold on any longer, fell to the ground, and fell into a semi-comatose state.The broadsword, which had lost the support of the half-elf's magic, immediately fell to the ground where the fierce battle was raging with a bang.The Mozu grinned, grabbed Israel's wrist, and lifted him up.With the other hand, he picked up the broadsword on the ground.

Without thinking about it, Israel put all his strength into it, and slammed his head into the head of the demon. The heavy force of the collision was enough to push a saber-toothed tiger.

The enemy didn't expect the Redguard to have such a move, and was immediately knocked to the ground.

They were like two hooligans fighting.

The Redguards grabbed it with their hands, butted their heads, bit their teeth, and wrestled with it fiercely.The enemy was far more cunning and powerful than Islam expected.The opponent's strong body like an iron tower gave him ferocious strength, but between actions and attacks, the enemy's movements were extremely fast; moreover, the terrifying armor on the opponent's body made him almost invulnerable!
As a result, Islam wrestled with this demon almost insanely, in the most violent and primitive way.

And the demons also furiously used his armor full of blades and his ferocious iron gloves to continuously hit Israel's body, but because they were so close, the violent power of the demons Only three or four points can be used!

This is a head-to-head battle.They didn't use any magic, nor did they use any tricks, they just relied on the most primitive instinct to bite each other crazily.

Gradually, Israel felt powerless. Every part of his body was shattered. The icy blades on the ferocious armor of the demons kept piercing his body until reaching his lungs. His eyes turned black for a while. , Smears of sweet-smelling plasma gushed out of his throat—at this moment he hated the weak body of mortals, the armor on the enemy was too thick, and his attack caused almost negligible damage compared to the opponent.Finally, the enemy seized a flaw in Israel's face, and punched the Redguard in the face with an angry iron gauntlet. Israel fell down without saying a word.

"Pooh."

The demon spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and threw Israel aside like a rag, "Mortal, it was a good battle! But now, I am the final winner!" The enemy Laughing triumphantly, he picked up the broadsword beside him, ready to end the life of this tenacious warrior once and for all.

But suddenly, he turned his head away in surprise.

I saw the ascetic monk who had fallen to the ground before struggling to get up, and magical power emerged from his fingertips. "Praise be to the Lord!" cried the Nord.

Amid the angry shouts of the demons, a flash of golden light erupted between the demon and the Redguard, knocking the powerful demon into the air.

***
Duran's ears were buzzing, and there was a burning pain in his chest and back. The chain mail on his body was as hot as hot iron, and he could even hear the hissing of the iron as it cooled in the air. The sound—the enemy's frightening broadsword is so powerfully enchanted, his face is blistered; his eyebrows and hair are burned off; his lungs are so hot that every breath he breathes is like fire .

But he knew that if he couldn't put the sound, the pain, and the injury (no matter how serious) to the back of his mind, he, his friend, his brother would die.

He got up, and with all his strength, he frantically tore off the chain mail on his body—the lacing became as soft as mud under the searing of the flame enchantment.

He tried hard to open his eyes.Then he saw: the half-elf's poor right shoulder was almost broken at the root, and he was lying unconscious on the ground, and the Redguard Islaen was just like a mad beast, fighting with the strong demon wrestle together.The assassin has long since disappeared.The altar was filled with screams, the crackling of fists colliding with iron armor, and the smell of burnt flesh.

Duran tried his best to calm himself down, but the tearing pain in his chest and his whole body was like a scalding hot water splashed on his face, scorching his thoughts, and it was difficult for him to concentrate.

He desperately called on the holy name of the Lord, begging him to save his believers in the darkest abyss—Duran recognized the identity of the enemy, the king of Xiweilai.One of the most evil generals under the Lord of Enslavement!

They are the most fanatical believers of Molag Bal, violent and ferocious warriors, every time the Lord of Cold Harbor harms the mortal plane, they are the vanguard officers of this evil demon god!Their group has brought endless blood and slaughter to Nirn more than once in history, and they are one of the most terrifying annihilation creatures.

Obviously, this is a trap—it is impossible for such monsters to appear in Nairn without the summoning of a corresponding magician—but Duran found desperately that even though he knew it was a trap, he and his companions still Still swallowed by this despair.

With great grief and indignation, the ascetic called out the holy name of Stendhal with a hoarse voice, praying for the miracle to happen again.

Maybe it was his piety that moved the Lord of Justice, or maybe it was just the reward of his tenacity.Finally, a gentle warm current emerged from the depths of his soul like icy cold water—"Praise the Lord!" Duran shouted, ecstatically using the spell he remembered.

***
Turka stopped suddenly.

The explosion sound produced by the spell echoed in the dark and silent Dwemer ruins, and along with the thunderous vibration, Turka also heard some kind of fanatical shout.He carefully identified the direction and began to run quickly.

"We have to speed up," he said. "As I expected, they have encountered the enemy."

Solini was more anxious than he was.

They run fast in the deep and winding corridors.Finally, after running around a corner, an evil and cold hall suddenly appeared in front of Turka and Solini.

***
Everything happened so fast.The king of Xiweilai had just won the tragic victory in the hand-to-hand fight with the Red Guards, when he was blown away by Duran's explosive bomb.

And the magic broadsword in the enemy's hand was also blown away, clanging loudly in the empty Dwemer ruins.

But soon, the enemy stood up again.

At that time, Duran woke up in despair. With his blow of such strength, the enemy did not suffer too much damage.Apparently, the enemy's armor is also enchanted.He tried to awaken the magic power in his body again, but the heavy injury made him unable to do what he wanted.

But even so, the king of Xiwei Lai was very surprised and angry.

He picked up the broadsword on the ground, cursed Stendhal loudly, and cursed his followers, ready to completely end this game that had already made him bored.

At this moment, a grand and sacred voice sounded.

"Cage éclair!"

The King of Silvilai saw with horror that a bright white light erupted from the fingertips of the outlander who suddenly appeared, illuminating the dimly lit hall.Then with a bang, he was knocked to the wall a few meters away by a force, and was firmly fixed on it.Hang out with statues of men and women with pained faces.

In Duran's eyes, from Turka's appearance to the moment when the spell hit the king of Xiweilai.It was only a blink of an eye, and when he reacted, Turka had already appeared at the door of the hall like a god, and a pair of golden majestic vertical pupils erupted with a strong divine light.

"This is a creature of oblivion," the ascetic yelled hoarsely. "He was summoned, only... only..." The Nord fell.

The huntress Solini screamed and ran over quickly.

"Mortal! How dare you!" the king of Xiweilai roared, struggling hard.The spells of the alien dragonborn are so powerful, the lightning that is as fine as chains collided and rubbed against the magic armor on the demons, bursting out a large string of sparks.He still tried to construct a spell, but found that he could not move a finger, and could only curse loudly in embarrassment, threatening to crush Turka's bones, dig out his entrails and brain, and drag his soul into the Cold Harbor, eternal torture.

"Shut up, idiot! Your lord needs to tuck his tail in front of me, like a stray dog! How dare you show off your tongue in front of me!" Turka looked serious, he maintained his spell, and glanced at the few people on the battlefield. After thinking about it, he walked step by step to the altar in the center of the hall, speaking in the language of the demons while walking.

The king of Xiwei Lai was really taken aback.The big eyes that were dim and yellow like bull's eyes rolled around, showing a trace of fear in the panic, "Mortal, can you speak the language of my clan?"

Turka did not satisfy his curiosity, but tightened the countless bolts of lightning wrapped around the demon's body, and the spell made the solid ebony armor squeak until he begged for mercy.

"Are you... no... please... don't..."

The enemy was horrified to find out that the people in front of them were not those mortals who were as small as dust, but what was imprisoned under the body of the most powerful crocodile lord in front of them was a holy soul, which exuded an incomparably bright creative spirit. The light of the world, as beautiful as the stars - this demon still mistook Turka for the soul essence that originated from the earth plane and was blessed by Yiru Iluvita, the only god in Asia. Thought he was the earthly incarnation of some holy spirit.So, the demon finally became timid.

He thought that Turka was going to imprison him-the gods finalized the agreement between mortals and Idra, Idra (me) and Daedra (not me) under the tower of dirennet {that is, the tower of adamantine} , stipulates that in Nairn, 'I must kill'.But this does not mean that a saint/spirit cannot imprison an annihilating creature forever {reference Gine regards the dragon Patunax as a younger brother, the ideal masters of the soul stone tombs have another ancient dragon Dunai Vill directly corrodes into a watchdog (skeleton) dog}.

"I am willing to serve you, my lord..." the king of Xiweilai begged in the language of his clan, and looked at Turka pitifully with his big, evil yellow eyes. "Please do not……"

Turka stepped over the half-elves and Redguards lying unconscious on the icy ground to the altar of Molag Bal.

"Please save them," Soline yelled, her eyes wet with tears.She was frightened by the terrifying appearance of her companions. The ascetic monk's exposed head and hands were burned by some kind of flame, and a large piece of skin on his body was torn off when he took off the standard chain mail of the Vigilante. Bloody Mixed with a faint smell of barbecue, it makes people feel nauseous and shocking.

Turka paused and stopped on the highest step of the altar.

On the stone platform in the center of the altar, the crimson jewel eyes of the god Molag Bal stared straight at him, as if smiling at him.

Turka walked on, ignoring the huntress' pleas.But he is not ruthless, but because of the current situation, he must first deal with the enemy in front of him.

Seeing this, the King of Xiwei Lai played even more, trying to seduce him with clumsy but direct words, saying that the Lord of Cold Harbor has the most powerful power among the gods. If Turka is willing, his master, The great Molag Bal will certainly give him the title of Lieutenant of Cold Harbor, and then he will rule all worlds including the Realm of Light and Oblivion, and the world of mortals.

But Turka easily exposed his and his master's evil plan, stopping at the altar of the Father of Vampires without touching the evil statue.

He said.

"What you said was completely out of lies and greed. You are just a pawn in the despicable calculations of your evil master. Don't I know more about Orbis than you? Now, shut up and stop my words Tell your master who only dares to hide in the coldest and dampest caves: You think you can deceive me, but you don't know that you are me, and I am you! Wait until I cleanse my body and see the light, the fire of my revenge will Burn all your souls, and there will be no shelter for you in the Nine Nether Heavens!"

At that time, Turka's huge and stalwart body burst out with vast and beautiful light, as if the sun was behind him, and he was like a bright god, above the clouds, looking down on all living beings.

The enemy was overwhelmed by the divine light on Turka, and was too frightened to speak.

After speaking, Turka manipulated the demon imprisoned by the magic cage and threw it on the altar statue of Molag Bal.A faint blue magical aura suddenly lit up, and the exile spell engraved on the statue was triggered. The king of Xiweilai screamed and roared, and was exiled back to the plane of annihilation.

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