Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 48: Heavy Armor is Perfect for Stealth
A ray of light descended.

It was a light red, representing the soothing light of illusion.

It accurately and swiftly struck the sentry standing at the entrance to the mine, but naturally had no effect. This was because a person who had already been charmed could not be charmed again by spells of the same or lower level. This was a detailed technique that was not recorded in the dragon priest's mask, but was recorded in Hera Mori's notes.

It didn't work.

If it doesn't work, it means the problem is really serious.

Wu Chen's body moved suddenly. When all the BUFFs were activated and the skill called "Swift Wind Break" was successfully used, he suddenly appeared in front of the sentry at the door like a cannonball.

He looked at the slightly dull face.

He watched as the other person's mouth slowly opened and his hands waved. There was something long and thin beside him, like a lanyard, and he was about to reach out in that direction.

"Ka--" Thou shalt not kill.

At least not now. The death of an enchanted creature might be known to the vampire.

Wu Chen had never tried to knock a target unconscious directly with a knife, but after trying, he found that the scenes in the movie were too artistic and exaggerated.

The man was knocked to the ground, his eyes still wide open.

A slight sound came out of his mouth, but fortunately the other party was in a harmless place away from the rope!
"Bang——" A punch to the temple.

This punch had a significant effect.

The local man who should have been the sentry fainted on the spot and fell to the ground.

Fortunately.

——I should find an opportunity to learn more about fighting.

Wu Chen pursed his lips slightly. He put on his mask, then wished he could punch himself in the head. The timing was terrible. He could have gone to the captain of the guard, who should be fine, and eliminated the traitors and spies there before gathering his forces to attack. Unlike now, there was no turning back.

Preparations should be more adequate.

The operation should be more cautious.

He should obtain more intelligence, gather more allies, and then take action. As for the miners who had been taken to the mine, they could only be regarded as necessary sacrifices. After all, they had never met him before, and it was very likely that they had already died in the ritual.

——There are too many mistakes in decision-making.

The mask was put on too late, and by the time I realized the problem, my body had already attacked. Although it is not impossible to throw this sentry aside and then seek support. But——

To alarm the snake is to alarm the snake.

Does anyone know how often the scouts here rotate?
Take a deep breath, relax and calm down. Put away those worthless sympathies and compassions, and now simply focus on completing the main purpose of the commission.

The opponent's magic was specialized in destruction and illusion, and he was probably a vampire, so he possessed necromancy. He was definitely just a standard mid-level wizard, even weaker in absolute combat power than himself, even behind the mask. His biggest advantage, aside from that, was that he was likely still in the dark, and as a living being, he possessed the magic to control the undead.

I can fight, I definitely can fight.

The academy mark on the back of his hand warmed slightly, and a burst of 'Blessing of Light' was injected into the mark. Strictly speaking, Wu Chen didn't have much confidence in stealth in heavy armor under the nose of a vampire, which meant that he would be exposed halfway through the attack.

That's terrible. But—

——Illusion System: Silent Walking

The invisible illusion flowed outside the body, seeping into the gaps between cloaks and armor. This low-level magic, which had little use on Earth, was only used in Skyrim. It could make Wu Chen silent, so that even if he ran fast, he would not make much noise.

New clothes and armor had an advantage in this regard, as they didn't carry much of the scent of the living. Even a hound would probably have trouble immediately identifying something unusual, though Skyrim's specialty, the hellhounds, might be another matter.

I hope not.

I also hope that the doors here don’t have too complicated locks.

Wu Chen carefully examined the rope hanging at the door. He moved the knocked-down scout aside, abandoned the torture strategy, and sped up his actions. The door wasn't locked, but pushing it too hard would trigger a hidden bell. Of course, pulling the rope would also cause the same problem.

The target's imaginary enemy is the Nords, because the Nords always act boldly and brutally.

The target's vigilance is against wizards who are stronger than him, and a wizard like Hera Molly may only need one spell to wipe out him and the mine together.

High-level magic is indeed powerful.

Wu Chen quietly opened the door and stepped inside. He saw a wide passageway that continued downwards. Memories of his travels immediately flooded back. He saw the tripwire.

He saw open animal traps, alarms connected to tripwires, and rockfall traps - these traps would not be used under normal circumstances, and if an intruder appeared, the best effect of these little tricks would be to delay the intruder.

Using tricks to delay progress means that the people who really need to be doing the work are busy. So...

Transformation system: Life detection.

His vision shifted silently, casting a phantom shadow over everything before him. He saw scattered swarms of life in the immediate area, and even further away, a vast cluster of life.

The miners should be in that direction. They are still alive.

Wu Chen flexed his fist, pulled out his steel dagger, then retracted it. He picked up a fairly sturdy stick from the ground at his feet, cast a soothing spell, and headed in the direction of his perception.

A bewitched sentry was standing there, with a dog at its feet, its head raised alertly. Before the dog could bark, the soothing spell silenced it, and Wu Chen stepped forward, swinging his stick and delivering a fatal blow to the unfortunate bewitched creature!
'state--'

The sound is nice, it’s a good start.

He fell to the ground, this time more smoothly than before. He turned around again and attacked the quiet dog beside him.

So far so good.

Wu Chen took a deep breath and continued to go deeper into the mine.

........................

"…Just a wild vampire."

At night, outside the village, at the edge of the Dragon Tomb, the sentinel slowly pulled out the spike that had pierced the vampire's heart. He had already obtained enough confessions before taking action.

This vampire is not a local monster. It claims to belong to a vampire wizard, and the pure-blooded vampire has fled to avoid a powerful enemy. It is said that the last time it saw its master was in the house of the local mayor, who treated its master as an honored guest.

A powerful old man and a vampire who can grant humans hideous immortality. What a perfect and classic combination, and it deserves special attention.

I always feel like something is wrong.

It was too easy, too smooth, as if an invisible hand was steadily pushing us forward from behind.

You can't go directly to the mayor's house.

He acted quickly, following his experience and intuition as a sentinel, and moved quickly in the direction he felt was most important at the moment.

He soon found the place he was looking for: the cemetery of Kena's Wood. Large graves were scattered across a vast expanse of wasteland. An old gravekeeper lay dazed in his hut, his whole body reeking of alcohol.

This was common among Nords, and Tollan easily lulled the drunkard into a deep sleep. He gently pressed his chest, lit a torch, and slowly walked along the main path of the cemetery.

"In the name of Stendarr, evil, I command you to reveal yourself." A pale yellow glow silently expanded. This wasn't a spell, simply a release of divine light. The emphasis was on range, not intensity. If any evil force had recently lingered in these cemeteries, they would react immediately.

A thin black gas emerged.

The area covered by the black gas almost encompassed the entire cemetery. He reached out and stabbed the stake in his hand into one of the cemeteries emitting black gas. With the burst of divine power, a large area of ​​land immediately opened up, revealing what lay beneath the earth.

Nothing at all.

There is nothing under the cemetery.

Normally, vampires wouldn't be interested in rotting corpses. Unless...

"March of the Dead."

Tolland's brow furrowed. He realized the vampire hadn't left because he couldn't leave with so many bodies without attracting attention. This meant the theft of bodies was an ongoing process, not a one-time outbreak. And there was only one place to hide this legion of undead, or some other 'product' made from these bodies.

An area where no one, no one extra, would normally go. It was secluded enough, closed enough. As long as daily production was maintained, no one would notice it.

Malachite mines.

"I have to contact those guards." He moved quickly.

And hope that everything is in time.

After all, under normal circumstances, no one would rush into a mine without a care in the world, unprepared to face a powerful vampire spellcaster and his army of undead.

(End of this chapter)