I became the old one

Chapter 58 Donez's Epiphany (for further reading)

The all-night war is over, and the dawn of victory is at hand.

but.

Donez couldn't think of it anyway.

At such a juncture, a fatal blow would come from behind.

He was pushed down from the high city wall. The 300-meter-high city wall of Winterfell City is quite dangerous even for a dragonborn with rough skin and thick flesh, not to mention the countless ferocious aliens entrenched outside.

The cold wind whistled in my ears.

sister, father, god...

Figures appeared in front of Donez's eyes, and then disappeared like bubbles.

At last.

It was a violent impact.

The unbearable pain only lasted for a short moment.

The ensuing darkness dragged Donez into the abyss like spreading tentacles.

……

Donez thought he would never wake up from the darkness.

However, maybe the gods are really looking after him.

Ten days, a month, maybe longer...

Donez opened his eyes from the endless darkness, and a bright light shone in.

He lay in a clean stone house, the golden sunlight came in through the cracks in the windows, and there was a blazing stove in the corner of the house.

Shaggy animal hides were spread under Donez's body.

"You woke up."

The old city lord Nidalen stood next to Dones with an apologetic face, holding a processed barbecue in his hand.

"I…"

Donez opened his mouth, but his consciousness was still a little unclear.

He stared at the light outside the window in a daze, and saw the dust floating and flying in the golden beam like an elf, and the air was filled with the scent of burning fruit trees.

Donez raised his hand.

Some were horrified to see that their arms became as thin as firewood.

The flame pattern that originally covered it also became dim at this time. If it weren't for the bright sunlight outside the window, it was almost impossible to distinguish the pattern on the arm.

"what's going on!?"

Donez felt weaker than ever.

This kind of weakness is not only caused by his extremely thin body, but also the innate connection between the dragonborn and the flame has also been cut off by some strange power.

"terribly sorry."

Nidalen, the old city lord with tattoos on his face, lowered his head and repeated: "I have tried my best, the aliens of the White Skeleton Demon Spider are the descendants of Mordiggian, and the poison they secrete will be absorbed continuously. The flame power of the dragonborn, the dragonborn injured by the toxin will become weak and can no longer enjoy the gift of the gods."

Donez lay on the bed with blank eyes.

The moment he heard the news, he felt as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

……

After a few days.

Things are a little better with Donez.

He was able to walk from the ground, albeit on crutches.

In the past few hundred years, Donez is most proud of two things.

The first thing is Donez's family members, and the second thing is Donez's own powerful body and the flame bestowed by the gods.

And now.

Donez is alone in a strange city.

His father was killed by a hateful evil god, and his sister was as far away as a world away from him.

The powerful physique he was once proud of, enough to allow him to gallop across the vast plains, has disappeared, and now he even has to rely on tools to prevent him from falling to the ground.

Donez sat on a stone in front of the house.

His face was gloomy.

In the past few days of waking up, Donez tried countless times to feel the connection between himself and the flame.

But just as the city lord Nidalen said, whenever he felt a little bit of warmth, the magic spider venom remaining in his body would ruthlessly devour that power.

He is still alive though.

But he could no longer feel the warmth of the flames, only surrounded by endless coldness.

"look!"

Passos' sharp voice sounded again.

The exiled dragonborn with sharp teeth surrounded Dones with his men, and teased: "Isn't this our great hero Dones, now I don't know if you can still stand on your own strength stand up."

Donez leaned on a cane and bowed his head.

Don't bother arguing with these guys.

He felt that the mastermind behind pushing himself off the city wall was one of Passos' group.

But the light at that time was too dim, and now Donez is still unable to determine who pushed himself off the city wall.

As for telling his sister what happened here, Donez directly vetoed it.

He was afraid that his sister would be heartbroken for him if she knew what happened here.

"If everything that happens here is predestined, then let me bear this pain alone." Donez said to himself in his heart: "Hispania, I don't want to be your burden."

Passos obviously didn't want to let go of such a good opportunity to humiliate his enemy.

"The gods have abandoned you, Donez, you are not qualified to continue to bask in the glory of the gods." The lines on Passos' arms lit up, and the flames blazed on the sharp claws.

The original flame would only make Donez feel warm and comfortable.

But now.

After the magic spider venom remaining in the body was stimulated, the stress response produced made Donez feel fatal pain.

His body twitched uncontrollably, and he fell to the ground. His limbs danced irregularly, foaming at the mouth, and his face was filled with uncontrollable pain.

"Look, Donez, you are a monster now, how ugly!"

Passos finally saw a picture he was satisfied with, and the exiles around him laughed together.

Followed by.

Passos had ugly tattoos on Donez with a poisonous paint.

The tattoo brought Donez great mental and physical pain and torture, and then he was beaten and insulted unilaterally. He waited until it was dark and Donez was bruised and bruised and was about to lose his life. leave in the ground.

"You should have died outside the city, at least you can be considered a hero." Before leaving, Passos spit on Donez.

(End of this chapter)