As a predator in the dark, the long and... strong (?) neck of its prey is the most fatal temptation for it. Moreover, the target prey is so unsuspecting that the predator can even feel its fangs piercing the opponent's carotid artery, sucking in the delicious blood containing the majestic vitality. Ah, yes. Even from such a distance, predators can smell the wonderful fragrance of the taller and stronger prey that can drive them crazy.
They knew that their kin felt that the depravity and desire to kill that had been born from birth made them restless, so the leader of the predators began to issue orders.
A vampire jumped out of the shadows (this is the racial talent of vampires. They can turn into bats and shadows and walk through the darkness), opened his bloody mouth, exposed his sharp fangs, and aimed at Turka's neck. Bite away.
Turka turned around, grabbed his throat with one hand, and with a slight twist, broke the vampire's neck. Then his other hand turned into a fist as big as clay, and he hit the face of another vampire who was trying to sneak attack him hard. The vampire's head was visibly shattered to pieces, with green, white, purple and red colors all falling apart as if a colorful silk shop had been opened. The broken corpse flew heavily to the wall and turned into a ball of rotten flesh.
Turka's movements were so fast that the predators in the darkness, who were famous for their speed, did not see the shadow of the alien dragonborn clearly. But their kin have proven with their blood and fallen lives that our dragon descendants are equally strong and arrogant in Orbis.
The predators in the darkness were frightened and angry as they hid in their shadows and roared. The sound was like the sharp, harsh sound of iron scraping across glass. It was the embodiment of evil in the world.
Turka waved his hand in disgust, regretting throwing the "dagger" to the ground. Turka was not afraid of them. He curiously looked at the vampires whose necks he had broken, and found that these monsters had the same facial features, skin and hair as humans; only their skin color was paler, as if they had never been exposed to the sun; their four sharp fangs were dripping with blood. The poisonous saliva, the cheeks are deeply sunken; the eye sockets are deep, and the blood-colored pupils filled with killing and madness turn outwards in surprise; the dark claws hang down feebly; paired with the black leather jacket, it looks ugly And evil.
There are no vampires in Middle-earth.
In the legend of the Firstborn, Sauron, who was Morgoth's deputy at the time, transformed into the largest evil wolf during the First Age and fought against the divine dog Huan. After his defeat, he became the most evil and evil wolf in history. It was also the first vampire bat that escaped. Perhaps that is the only legend about vampire monsters in Central Continent.
But after that, Sauron never had similar changes.
If there is any similarity between the evil beings in the two worlds, it is their tenacious vitality after being blessed by the Fall! The vampire whose neck was broken by Turka suddenly had red eyes and swung his claws to grab Turka's thick carotid artery.
But Turka's fighting skills and instincts were taught by his firstborn children, and he himself was a powerful warrior, so he grabbed the vampire's chest with one hand, pinched its neck with the other, and with one force, pulled the vampire. The vampire's head and spine were pulled out, and then he threw the two remains in his hands to the ground in disgust.
He cast his gaze into the darkness.
In the darkness that the one-eyed assassin could not see through, a creepy voice recited an evil spell in the darkness. Water elements gathered in the air and condensed into ice. The wind howled and formed a storm that froze everything.
It is said that it was only then that the Nord assassin's desperate cry rang out.
Turka's expression also became serious. If he were in Middle-earth, he would have no better way to deal with magic. But in Tamriel, he subconsciously allowed his spiritual consciousness to touch the power of the earth bones that spread across Nirn.
He tried over and over again, failed over and over again, and finally, after he failed countless times, the ubiquitous earth bone power on Nirn responded to him. A ball of incomparably magnificent, majestic and divine light appeared before his eyes.
Ah, no words can affect the beauty of this light, and no mortal can touch this great power as close as he does. In fact, if he did not originate from the sanctity of the two worlds, he would not be able to 'communicate' so easily with the power that built the entire Mundus world.
He stabilized his mind and tried to recall the evolution of earth, water, fire and wind, letting the ancient knowledge and brilliance flow through his heart.
In Nargis's eyes, he just shook his head slightly, seeming to be thinking about what magic to use to deal with his enemy. So we learn that our minds move much faster than we thought.
In the end, our alien dragonborn stretched out a giant palm full of power. The aura of magic emerged in the air in front of Turka Aracano, and according to the caster's requirements, a magic circle with complex lines and beauty was quickly and flexibly constructed - just like if you know enough mages, then You can understand that similar spells actually have a fixed external manifestation.
Look at that! The torrent of magic collided in the air. The power of blue frost and the light of golden barrier offset and collided with each other. The cold air that froze everything was split into two, roaring from the side of Turka and Nargis. rushed over.
The walls and floors were all covered with a thick layer of ice.
The sudden drop in temperature made Nargis shiver. He opened his mouth in shock, looking at the tall Turka Aracano standing in front of him like a holy spirit, unable to say a word.
Turka was also happy, because the magic he cast for the first time was obviously more powerful than the enemy. Facing the magic similar to the enchantment he cast, the enemy's magic finally turned into a sigh and dissipated invisible. Pots, pans, pans and other debris that had been tossed in the air by the ice storm fell to the ground like raindrops, the sound echoing in the darkness.
This proves that Turka Aracano can indeed learn magic, and this will give him strong support on his way home in the future. "I want to find a way to escape from this world. What is more powerful and effective than the power of magic?" He thought secretly.
The magical aura produced by the collision of the two forces blocks the sight of both the enemy and ourselves - of course, this does not include Turka Aracano, because we must not forget, as we once blessed him: his eyes are sharp and he will never be obscured by the fog. block. Therefore, although half of Turka's mind was immersed in joy, the other half of his attention was still firmly focused on the enemy in the darkness.
The enemies are frightened by his power. Most magicians (mages) in the magic enchantment can use it. However, even the pure vampires among them cannot cast such a high-level enchantment as easily and effectively as he can. . As a result, the enemies in the darkness were possessed by cowardice, and screams appeared one after another that seemed strong but were actually weak. But the order of the master behind them prevents them from choosing their fate.
It was a taller and thinner magician who did not wear leather armor, but wore a black robe and a hood. His skin is yellow, which is different from the Nords, Reachers and Bretons Turka has seen, and he has a pair of pointed ears. Although he wears a black hood, Turka's deep golden eyes still pierced the darkness and captured it.
"High Elf?"
Turka was reminded of another famous race of Nirn. In addition, the opponent's eyes are also blood red, so it is obvious that the enemy is still a vampire.
The enemy leader did not expect that the target could actually see through the darkness. He screamed, forcing the other predators to attack, while he recited another spell.
This angered Turka. He let out a soft grunt and used a trick. The Dwemer "dagger" suddenly jumped into his hand like a magic, and then he threw out the fatal "dagger".
The dagger cut through the darkness, stabbing the enemy like a meteor. In the darkness, the enemy screamed.
However, the enemy still read out the last character desperately, and a strange creature exuding a strong cold air came to Nairn from another dimension. The monster is more than three meters tall and has no facial features similar to humans. It only has a pair of organs made of ice crystals on its head, which may or may not be eyes. The monster's torso and limbs are made of condensed ice, leaving biting frost on the ground with every step it takes.
This is a frost elemental that lives in a certain plane of annihilation. It was summoned by the enemy's magician. It came here according to the contract and was ready to destroy all enemies who dared to challenge its summoner.
The frost elemental was blocked by the Dwemer's gate. It waved its huge fist angrily, and the wall and gate immediately made a tragic roar, and finally shattered into stones.
This ferocious ice element roared in challenge to Turka, and several sharp ice spears appeared around it.
Some of the other predators turned into masses of shadows and bats and attacked Turka and Nargis in the air; some, like high elf magicians, began to cast some kind of evil magic.
The situation was extremely critical - at least from Nargis' perspective. He lamented his tragic fate, but placed his hope in the dragonborn from another world to show his power again. One of the assassin's brown eyes kept moving, as if he could escape at any moment.
Turka was indeed surprised by the endless magic tricks in this world, but at this moment he was no longer in the mood to deal with the enemy. Because he had already heard the angry war cries from the vigilantes who were walking in front of them to explore the road.
The high and fierce roar showed that they had also encountered a strong enemy. The owner of the evil place seemed to have begun to close the net, preparing to catch all the prey trapped in its cage.
"Who is the prey and who is the hunter? How can we truly know until the end?" Turka let anger spread throughout his body, and the heart of the dragon blessed by Ilúvatar began to slow down and speed up after a long time. It beat violently.
"What?" Nargis keenly smelled a smell of sulfur filling the air, and in the darkness, a strong and powerful voice sounded like a drum, stimulating everyone's hearts. Before he and the enemy in the darkness could react to what was happening, a magnificent and dazzling fire suddenly lit up.
It is said that at that moment the one-eyed assassin's unclosed mouth opened even wider.
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At the same time, Islaan and his companions also encountered a little trouble.
"Nine Holy Spirits! I can guarantee that he is definitely not a mortal! Maybe, I mean, maybe, we have witnessed the birth of a demigod." The magic swordsman with light red hair kept mumbling in a low voice. With. "Or we're witnessing the birth of disaster."
"Shut up!" Although Islaan usually hated the Brighton people's nonsense, he had never wished that this guy had no tongue for a moment, because his 'nonsense' made his fear and anxiety further. looms over everyone's heads.
"We cannot deceive ourselves." The magic swordsman said something very philosophical. "Perhaps it won't be long before there is an extra star in the sky. They have always been like this since ancient times. Even the Worm King is no exception."
The King of Worms is Manimak. He was the first powerful magician to create the necromancy system. In the Second Era, he participated in the battle between the Daggerfall Alliance, the Ebonheart Pact, and the First Ancestor Divine State to besiege the imperial capital. . With this, he successfully transformed into a god by donning armor, and for a time became a satellite orbiting the star that represented the cycle of life and death, funerals and cemeteries.
And that war left the entire continent of Tamriel devastated with casualties, and the vitality of many races was severely damaged. The empire was weakened in a straight line and lost its former glory. In the end, the Rich dynasty that occupied the imperial capital at that time came to an end and lost their royal power.
It was also after that time that the leaders of the major forces became restrained, and major wars no longer broke out, but only licked various wounds. Until Tiber Septim once again started a war that affected the entire continent, and then successfully founded the Third Reich. And Emperor Tiber Septim finally succeeded in wearing armor as a mortal, ascended to heaven and became a god, becoming a member of the Nine Holy Spirits!
In other words, almost every strong person who becomes a demigod or a half-king, no matter what their original intention is, will eventually cause endless bloodshed, using the countless corpses of the Tamriel tribes to Pave their way to heaven and become gods.
Of course, we can't say that demigods are bad (most of the demigods are evil), but every move of these divine beings will eventually destabilize the mortal world, so Islaan appears worried and can hardly think.
In the lonely and dark Dwemer ruins, the Redguards walked at the front of the team. The torches in their hands and the light from the light spell above the ascetic's head illuminated the road ahead of them, but they could not illuminate the haze in his heart.
"No matter what, this incident must come to an end. When the time comes, let the Lord of Mercy test our faith. And now, as long as we can only do our best," Islam finally said. Such a sentence.
The others' mood was not much better than his. Their marching steps were heavy and weak, and even their vigilance was much weakened.
Then the attack happened.
The vampires and their minions burst out of the darkness, using claws and fangs, arrows and magic, laughing and screaming, and defeated them almost instantly.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The aroma of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
It is almost impossible to clean away the smell of blood that comes from everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
