Most of those miserable creatures were frozen by the spells of the dragonborn from another world - this greatly tested Turka's control of magical energy. He had to ensure that while restricting the movement of these creatures, he tried not to take away their miserable lives. ——Although he felt that perhaps death was their best destination.
Thankfully, Turka did it.
Magical energy flowed through his body, and the power was so violent and violent that it almost tore him apart. It took all of Turka's strength to cause a small branch of this great power that was omnipresent in Nirn - like a small stream in the sea.
He draws the element of water from the air, then fuses it with wind until the two collide, freezing all enemies in the cave in place. But a cold shiver ran through his body.
It was not the cold caused by the spell, but a shiver from a deeper level. It was the smell of death.
Turka opened his eyes warily, hugging the majestic flame tightly and not letting go.
In the darkness, among the countless crystal clear ice withers, a shape gradually emerged - but it was something darker - it floated in the air, and the breath of the dead condensed into a ragged cloak behind it; Coldness swirled around it, its face turned a dead white, its expression was dull, and its body was translucent. Turka could even see through it the wall behind it.
But its breath can freeze the heat of the living; its touch can kill mighty giants; its gaze can kill a normal human being with just a glance.
This is a wraith.
It was summoned from the realm of the dead by the summoner, staring blankly at the new demigod.
Turka couldn't make a sound.
In Yiya, under the protection and blessing of Yiru, he was protected from all evil spirits - not even Angmar, the leader of the Nazgûl, could harm him. But in Orbis, he could feel that without those cheating blessings, he would also be injured and die. Because this is the law of this world.
But your soul will...
eternal.
A voice suddenly appeared in Turka's mind, and Turka was momentarily distracted.
The eyes of the resentful spirit began to shine with the devil's light, full of hatred and destruction, and its expression changed from empty to distorted. It opened its twisted mouth and let out a death scream.
The sound rumbled through the room, making Turka feel as if he had been struck by lightning. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, and he could clearly feel the air around him being filled with magic.
Darkness and terror instantly enveloped him - but it was a little erratic, like thick oil smoke. Turka was horrified and frightened.
He raised his hands and recited a mantra. "Tedevuurbal!"
A huge fireball emerged from his fingertips, drew an arc, and hit the resentful spirit.
Heat and explosions swept through the cave filled with ice.
The solid ice cubes melted and burned under this terrible temperature. The Vamer inside was ignited without even taking shelter, turning into balls of fire. They screamed and rolled on the ground. , the smell of barbecue fills the air.
But Turka no longer cared that this would enhance the power of the vampire father, because he saw the wraith floating in the air and was not harmed by the fireball. It screamed, flew out of the smoke and flames, stretched out its limbs with long, curved claws connected at the end, and rushed towards Turka, waiting to suck heat and life from the target's body.
"I'm such an idiot." Turka cursed himself secretly. The essence of the resentful spirit is a spiritual body, and it is not harmed by ordinary spells at all. The voice in his head distracted him again, and in panic he made a stupid response.
The speed of the resentful spirit was extremely fast, and Turka could even smell the stench and evil on its body that was full of the aura of death. At that moment, he could even feel his hot blood being frozen, which was extremely rare in his long years. _o_m He jumped up in embarrassment and avoided the fatal attack.
Wraiths don't have much wisdom. In other words, it has only one thought in its mind - if it has one - kill him! A voice also carries through.
In the mind of the resentful spirit.
It screams wantonly, spreading fear and death. The wraith twisted in the air, turning to face Turka.
Turka's face was pale, and the countless terrifying screams and laughter in his head made him unable to concentrate well, and the violent earth bone power was tearing at his body all the time. It made him feel as if he had fallen into the abyss.
"I am Turka Arakano! The Chosen One! The High King! You must obey my orders!"
Turka yelled furiously in his mind, trying desperately to put aside the screams and laughter that made him dizzy and horrified.
In the end, he won.
Because love and hope made him strong, and his obsession with returning home strengthened his heart. At the same time, Turka was deeply ashamed of his cowardly side.
He worked hard to adjust the flow of earth bone power through his body until it reached a certain harmonious frequency with the secret fire of another world. Then he gritted his teeth and shouted the Purifying Dragon Roar.
"Kalya!"
With the explosion of majestic power after the fusion of the two worlds, behold, light blooms in the darkness, just like the world first opened, the sun hung in the sky for the first time, and the earth was illuminated by this clear and boundless light, and the shadows And evil fades away like snow.
Wraiths are evil beings, the negative shadow of Okai. This light is fatal to evil creatures like it {in fact, the purifying dragon's roar is the nemesis of all evil, and its power is deeply feared even by Morag Bal}. It screamed resentfully at the huge figure in the light with an earth-shattering shriek. Upon hearing the terrible sound, its evil allies sent many of them directly to the world of the dead. Then the resentful spirit disappeared into the air, like the first snow melting.
It returned to its fearful and evil realm. @*~~Waiting for the call of the next summoner.
Faintly, Turka seemed to hear a scream.
But even his sharp eyes could not find the mastermind hiding in the shadows in this chaotic scene.
The remaining Vamo are a blind race, and their depravity is not an unforgivable act of evil, but the "masterpiece" of a certain god, so they don't feel much about the purifying dragon roar. .
Full of wonder and fear, they calmed down from panic and chaos under the whipping and kicking of a leader.
But at that time, there was no scent of Turka and that terrible evil spirit in the cave. They anxiously searched for traces of intruders in the huge underground ruins. These depraved guys bared their teeth and claws, hissed, or banged on the walls wildly to distinguish the location of the intruders and themselves, and the silent underdark became frantic and clanging. .
