Islaan felt that the air must be burning, otherwise his lungs would not be as painful as being burned by fire. And the violent and endless swing of the battle ax made his blood almost boil. This is the evil magic of the vampire family. If it weren't for Standal's radiance flowing through his body, almost all the water in his body would evaporate.
The high temperature and fatigue made his vision blurry. His steps were sloppy, and the mail armor on his body that used to be light was now extremely heavy. He was breathing heavily, and he had to use all his willpower to keep himself from falling.
A low-level vampire turned into a black shadow and roared down from above their heads. At the moment of the attack, he re-formed from the black shadow and attempted to tear the Red Guards' throats apart. Taste the blood of your enemies.
But the Vigilantes are the organization that is most familiar with demons and all other evil creatures. As one of the best, Islaan has killed many fallen creatures. His keenness captured the most suitable fighter opportunities, and he said to him solemnly. Sliding to the left, he swung his battle ax and chopped off the vampire's head.
Dirty and cold plasma splashed, and the headless vampire fell to the ground. The scarlet eyes on the ferocious head that rolled to the side gradually lost their light. Islaan let out a fiery war cry, his desire for battle satisfied, and at the same time it was a disdainful challenge to the enemy in the darkness.
Look! The plasma left glorious and frightening traces on him and his companions. The vigilantes' mail, hair, and even the corners of their mouths were all stained with the enemy's blood, making them look embarrassed and heroic.
"I can't hold on any longer." The ascetic monk drained the last bit of strength from his body and summoned the power of the Lord of Justice, Mercy and Mercy to protect his companions, using golden enchantment and blue frost, The white lightning collided, emitting a dazzling light, and every time it seemed that death was calling - they must be lucky that vampires do not like to use weapons such as bows and arrows, otherwise even if Duran Cypher successfully performed the enchantment technique, he would still be dead. It can't save them {Friends who have played The Elder Scrolls 5: Skyrim know that enchantment can only defend against spells, but has no effect on physical attacks}. But even so, the ascetic monk was about to run out of fuel. He only felt that his body was more tired than ever before, and his head was in severe pain like tearing. It was the result of too much mental overdraft. He frantically called Standal's holy name in his heart, begging Him to let him hold on longer.
"Run to the left." The green light of the Demon Swordsman's free left hand flashed, and his telekinesis caught a vampire who was trying to attack the Red Guard's back, fixed him in the air, and then fell to a wall a few meters away. On the stone wall. The companions even clearly heard the sound of bones and organs breaking. But Xi Lang didn't have time to be happy. The long sword in his right hand pierced the heart of a vampire and stung it on the cold stone floor. "There is a staircase there." He gasped and read out a sentence quickly and powerfully. Spelling, fire erupted from the tip of his sword, igniting the vampire's torso.
Islaan and the others immediately changed direction and rushed towards the corridor on the left.
Screams and laughter came from behind them.
The enemy's intention was obvious. They had long been aware of the arrival of Islaan and his companions, but they had been holding back until their prey fell into the trap, and then the enemy appeared, vowing to catch everyone in one catch. The lonely underground ruins are the place they chose to kill. After all, darkness is their protective color and the source of their strength.
Solini Yurad ran quickly with her long and toned thighs. At this time, she heard a whistling sound in her ears. The huntress dexterously twisted her body and fired two magic arrows from the improved crossbow in her hand. , the burst of flames swept through the second half of the corridor, and nearly five vampires were swallowed by the flames.
The shrill screams echoed in the dark corridor. Due to the curse of Molag Bal, vampires are naturally afraid of the sun and fire in the sky, both of which can often bring them effective killing, and sometimes even fatal.
The enemy's pursuit was blocked by a sudden burst of dazzling fire. Their leader roared angrily at the four fleeing men, vowing to brutally slaughter these despicable humans who dared to intrude into their master's territory. He ordered his men to release the wolves raised by their clan.
Because these wolves have been nourished by evil magic, they have been more ferocious than their counterparts in the wild since they were young. Their limbs are slender, their jaws are short and powerful, their ears stand high, their fangs drip with venom, and their eyes glow with scarlet light. .
The wolves roared in a low voice, sniffing the fearful smell of prey in the air with their wet noses, and quickly pursued them under the scolding of their master.
Hearing this shrill howl, the huntress and her companions ran a little faster. They walked along the corridor on the left in embarrassment, escaping towards the unknown darkness.
Since the torch in the hands of the Red Guards had long since fallen, the last ray of warm fire flickered tenaciously for a few times before being swallowed up by darkness. In the invisible Dwemer ruins, only the golden light above the heads of the ascetic monks shone, making all vampires who dared to approach the vigilantes unable to hide. At the same time, this also makes them a living target.
There are at least sixty, oh, no, maybe more vampires chasing them, plus the wolves they raise and the humans who become their servants, the situation is precarious.
Islaan and the others rushed through the long corridor and found the stairs mentioned by the magic swordsman. "You call this a staircase?" the Red Guard gritted his teeth.
A cold breeze blew, and what appeared in the eyes of the Red Guards and others was a huge cave. There were even echoes of their conversation coming from all around, "You... call... the stairs... the ladder..."
"Do we have a choice?" The Brightonian even laughed at himself. Insight is not omnipotent. This spell allows the caster to gain some intuitive prediction abilities, but the real situation is often much worse than you think.
With the help of Duran's magic, Islaan could vaguely see Dwemer-style cave walls and statues distributed on both sides of the wall. Huge pipes connected in all directions from the darkness above the head to the depths of the crypt. There is a bottomless darkness under your feet, and chilling winds blow from below to above, as if hell has opened its mouth, which is horrifying. Between the pipes, a narrow walkway made of stone sculptures connects the end of the tunnel and the entrance of the cave. It winds down to the bottomless cave beneath your feet.
And the evil that seemed to be real was roaring out from the darkness underground, making everyone feel despair and fear.
The huntress could even hear the chaotic footsteps of the enemy and the howling of the wolves. She said with a pale face, "Although half-elves have always been stupid and wanton, at this moment, I have to regretfully agree that he is right."
Xi Lang glared at her and muttered. Everyone looked at Islaan, waiting for his order.
Only two people can walk side by side on the stone path. It is smooth and has no guardrails. Not only does it require great courage to walk up it, but as the huntress said, the enemy has been hanging behind them, but has not really launched the final attack. Could it be that they are waiting for this moment? ?
Islaan looked back hesitantly at the same endless dark corridor, but apart from the roars of the enemy and the howls of the wolves, could he see any light of hope?
The companions knew what he was looking at, but even the most optimistic Huntress didn't think that man would suddenly appear and save them at this moment. Because at that time, they actually always had a ray of fear in their hearts, so they subconsciously distanced themselves from Turka (of course, Turka's stop and go was also a reason), which resulted in, When they most longed for hope, they were overwhelmed by despair.
Islaan's heart calmed down, and he said to his companions, "Go quickly, I'm here to block them."
The others were shocked by the aura of sacrificing their lives for righteousness in the Red Guards, and at the same time they also felt unconcealable sadness and pain. The huntress even choked up and said: "No, we can't leave you behind."
But Islaan said, "I am not seeking death by staying. How can you enjoy peace alone if you go forward? The responsibilities are different. I have a hunch that our real enemy is down there. Who will know by then who will survive to the end?" , and who is it?”
Everyone was deeply affected by the despair in his mouth. No one spoke anymore. Instead, they paid their final farewell to the Red Guards with full respect. Then the remaining three people walked onto the stone path under the leadership of the ascetic monks. Heading deeper into the crypt.
In the eyes of the Red Guards, the ascetic monk's spell was like a bright light in the darkness, slowly disappearing from bright to dark.
Islaan turned around, took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the battle ax in his hand, and looked at the lightless corridor in a prepared manner.
Suddenly, in the darkness, more than a dozen pairs of red eyes emerged.
"Great Standal, I praise your holy name here!" The Red Guards let out a thundering roar and bravely challenged the enemy, "May your kingdom of heaven come here! I will use my blood and glory to I offer it to you!"
It is said that at that moment Standal responded to his petition for annexation. The Red Guards erupted with a stronger light than the ascetic monks. This light was pure, holy, and full of vitality. It was the natural enemy of these evil and depraved things in the underground. The skin and eyes of the wolves and vampires came into contact with this light. , then it burned up, making them miserable. The dark and gloomy underground tunnel was illuminated by this light and became as clear as the sky, and like the sun rising suddenly, driving away all unclean things in the shadow.
As a result, chaos broke out in the enemy camp. The remaining wolves whimpered, clamped their tails, turned and ran away; while the timid vampires and their servants screamed in panic, and were in a dilemma.
Islaan was also shocked by the changes in his body. He understood that his originally not very devout faith now responded to him. He could feel that the power of the God of Justice, Mercy and Mercy was emerging in him. , fatigue and lacerated wounds were quickly restored by this divine power, making him energetic and confident. This made him burst into tears. He shouted the holy name of the God of justice, mercy and mercy, and like a furious bear, he rushed towards the enemy in chaos.
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Turka looked slightly surprised at the red guard who looked like a bloody man, holding on to the battle ax in his hand, stubbornly half-kneeling on the ground, with his head lowered and motionless, and a trace of amazement surged in his heart.
It can be seen that this heroic warrior must have gone through an extremely fierce battle before the entire corridor was filled with vampires and their servants, as well as the corpses of wolves. Ah, yes, in the multiple dimensional crystal walls that Turka has experienced, along with the rise of evil, there are always creatures like wolves. Is it possible that evil also has a pattern?
"Hey, he's not dead, is he?" The one-eyed assassin's face emerged from behind Turka's majestic and muscular body. He looked at the heroic scene in front of him in surprise and curled his lips.
"Not yet, but soon," Turka said. He squatted down and carefully examined the evil wolves in this world. It can be clearly seen that there is a big gap between the wolves raised by vampires and the wolves in the sky, and can even be regarded as a mutation. He opened the short jaw of a big wolf with its head chopped off, wiped a bit of the smelly poisonous snakebite with his finger, sniffed it, and grunted in disgust. He opened the wolf's eyes again and saw its scarlet eyes, and his disgust became even stronger.
Nargis looked at the Red Guards who never surrendered even in death, and his one eye rolled around. He carefully avoided the corpses on the ground, crossed over the pool of blood, and finally came to this powerful warrior. "May you enjoy the mead of Songard!" The assassin said irresponsibly. The followers of Standal arrived at the Hall of Valor in Shur, and then carefully used the hand that was not holding the torch to grab the exquisite amulet that fell from the neck of the Redguard.
"Since you are going to see the Holy Spirit soon, I think you may not need this, right?" I have to say that the assassin's vision is really good. He is keenly aware that after the Lord of Justice, Mercy and Mercy After being infused with divine power, the amulet worn by the vigilant became gleaming and filled with surging magic power.
What, you call this blasphemy?
For a person who believes in Mephala while longing for the blessing of the Holy Spirit, faith is indeed very useful and terrifying, but as long as he never stops breathing, he will never truly face his heart for a moment.
"Despicable person!" The Red Guard, who lowered his head, suddenly opened his eyes, angrily swung the battle ax that had claimed the lives of countless dark creatures, and slashed at the one-eyed assassin. But excessively overdrafting a god's divine power is a suicidal act in itself. Although he single-handedly destroyed enemies dozens of times his own, the severe mental and physical injuries still brought him to the end of his life. time. The original surging strength quickly drained from Islaan's body, and he could no longer hold the battle axe. As soon as his hand loosened, the heavy battle ax fell from his hand, and the man fell into a pool of blood.
Nargis watched helplessly as the battle ax flew over his head, almost cutting off his head, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva. "I assume you agree." The assassin reached out and pulled off the amulet from the Red Guard's neck, saying proudly.
But in the end, he stopped hesitantly. He lowered his head, looked at the heroic warrior, gritted his teeth, and helped him up.
"Here's the reward," he muttered.
Turka didn't say anything, but looked thoughtfully at the huge cave at the end of the tunnel.
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