The Journey of the Demon Hunter

When the control core was placed on the console, the entire hall of the ruins began to rumbling. The turbid stagnant water descended at a speed visible to the naked eye, the metal pipes began to move, a large amount of stagnant water was evacuated, and the flooded steps and platforms as well as the gate to the lower level gradually appeared in front of them.

"Yes, I guess the last control center is in the flooded room." Nellos pointed to a metal door below. "Let's go, hope not to swim in these dirty water."

There are a total of five control cores, four of which have already been obtained. Looking at the wet robes of the other two wizards, they must have dealt with the stagnant water in the ruins. Most of the ruins have sunk into the sea, and even if Dwemer’s stone buildings are reliable, water will inevitably appear. When they walked to the gate, another strange Dwemer mechanical guard appeared. It is like a spider, but with a row of crossbow arrows on its back, capable of shooting six arrows at the same time.

This is a huge threat to ordinary soldiers. It is just a combination of the Dwemer machines that Zelin has seen. Those spiders, metal balls, and the two machines that can carry heavy crossbow arrows in front of them can be used as an army. . Not to mention there are many mechanical creatures that the demon hunters have never seen before.

But only for ordinary people.

Francesca raised her hand, and a colorful, sparkling, sizzling light entangled the mechanical guard. Then the metal plates and parts on the guard began to fall off, and in the blink of an eye it became a pile of debris scattered on the ground. On the other side, Nellos raised his hand and hit the other guard with an electric light. The mechanical guard exploded, and the parts fell apart. Before the two mechanical guards had time to release their crossbow arrows, they turned into fragments on the ground.

"Okay, the door opened."

In front of the demon hunter, the door slowly opened to the sides. The remaining water droplets on the door kept dripping with the vibration, and soon a huge room full of bridges and gutters appeared in front of them. It's just that all of these bridges are raised, and no one knows whether there are any traps hidden in the sewage of the ditch. Piranhas are not rare creatures in Tamriel.

"Yes, it's here." Nellos walked into this hall and said to Zelin and Francesca. "We must lower these bridges and go to the top." The dark elf mage raised his hand and pointed to it. High place. Under the dazzling light, the last control core was on the metal platform at the top of the room, emitting a faint light blue fluorescence under the light.

"I don't think so." The elf shook her head. She walked to the edge of the ditch, raised her hand, and stared at the platform above. A small bright orange portal appeared in front of her, and the other end of the portal was within the sight of the demon hunter-on the platform with the control core.

"Is this?" Francesca walked out from the other side, picked up the control core, and shook the demon hunter and the dark elf archmage standing below.

After a short magical movement, Zelin looked at the elf and shook his head gently.

"Yes, let's go back."

"It's not just going back." Master Nellos looked at the water that was starting to roll in the nearby gutter. "We want to go back quickly!"

Francesca walked back from the portal again. Nellos was right. They must leave as soon as possible. The water in the ditch was still tumbling. The metal pipes around the room suddenly opened rows of gaps, and a large amount of water gushed out from the pipes. The water level in the room began to rise sharply, and they didn't say anything, turned and ran to the inclined upward passage behind them. The water level rose very quickly. They just ran to the gate and saw that the stagnant water behind had already reached the entrance of the passage.

Zelin ran out first, and he began to push the gate to the gap just enough for a person to pass through. When Francesca passed through the gate, he pushed hard to close the gate, and then pressed the mechanism that controlled the gate, and the mechanical gears began to operate, completely locking the gate.

"Why do these Dwemers like to build the reading room in the sea?" Francesca panted, and then grumbled after a long sigh. "I thought they should like to be in the mountains."

"Perhaps because Southam’s Dwemer has different habits, or it’s for the convenience of obtaining the water needed for steam." Nellos said in a rather academic language. "We used to think this was a reading room. We might be wrong. This is not only a reading room, but also Dwemer’s forging workshop. The northern reinforcements of Dwemer in the Battle of Red Mountain may have set out from here. Do you still have the fifth control core? Very good, let’s start the steam engine and we can Get the dark book."

They returned to the control platform and placed the last control core in the position of the control steam pipe. The steam engine made a harsh roar, and the entire ruins began to operate again.

"...I feel like I really want to hear what?"

Zelin squinted his eyes slightly while looking at the steam pipes that were starting to work. Amidst the roar, there was clearly an uncoordinated tone.

"Look there!" Francesca raised her hand and pointed to the center of the control hall, a metal gate connected to the hall by a stone bridge. When the steam engine started to run, the door opened, revealing the giant mechanical warrior that was more than three meters high inside. When Dwemer's steam engine powered the entire hall, the huge mechanical guard also came alive.

"Centurion Dwemer, I've seen this kind of thing." Master Nellos stood on the edge of the high platform, looking with interest at the tall mechanical guard coming out of the dormant room. "This proves my guess, yes, this This building is not only a place for dwarves to study taboo knowledge, but also a factory for their creation of mechanical creatures."

"It looks hard to deal with."

The mechanical centurion walked onto the stone bridge. His heavy body made it difficult to support the stone bridge that had been soaked in stagnant water for an unknown period of time. Every step it took, shattered stone chips could fall from the stone bridge.

"You understand it, do you have any good ideas?"

Zelin asked Master Nellos.

The dark elf mage made a gesture, telling them to retreat. Afterwards, the archmage's hands were facing each other, and the light blue frost gathered in the heart of his palm. Zelin thought it was Serrana's commonly used Cone of Ice technique, but then he realized that he had guessed wrong. The power of frost spread to Nellos's arm along the palm of his hand, and the surrounding air seemed to be extremely cold.

The next moment, the biting cold wind formed a storm and slammed into the dwarf centurion head-on. The centurion's tall body was shrouded in an ice storm for a moment. The cold wind was raging, and the rumbling of the neat pipes was suppressed by the howling wind, but the place where Zelin and the others were was as calm as the eye of a storm. In an instant, the central control hall of this dwarf ruins looked like the foothills roaring in the wind and snow outside.

When the dust settled, Zelin lowered his arm in front of him and looked out. I saw that the dwarf centurion’s original metallic skin was already covered with a thick layer of frost, and more or less hoarfrost appeared on the walls covering the hall, except that there was nothing on the hot steam pipes. Frost, but the pipeline now looks like it has just been taken out of the sea.

"It won't bother us anymore." Master Nellos pinched his beard and looked at the huge machine that was frozen into ice sculptures. Book."

Outside the hall, the translucent device that isolates the scriptures has been opened, presenting the scriptures in front of them.

"Remember to send the scriptures to my mushroom tower when you are done using them. I will wait for a month, and if you fail, I will go to the village of Scarlet to take it myself."

Chapter 934 Shards of Ice

The deafening roar of Sirin's stand finally calmed down.

The scared squirrels stuck out their heads and poked their heads everywhere, trying to figure out where their incomprehensible sounds came from. The running bighorn deer jumped over the pebbled stream and splashed with water.

Gnaiya plunged the dragon's blood-stained sword upside down to the ground, and sat down cross-legged, the blood dripping down the iron pieces of the armor. She didn't care about it at all. She had encountered more bad things before she was found to be the Dragonborn. What kind of clothes could be worse than prison uniforms. The surrounding snow was covered with broken bones. There were about seven or eight ghouls. They caused some trouble when Gnaiya was fighting the flying dragon, but when she used the dragon roar and the big sword to cut the flying dragon over After the ground, these ghouls quickly became real corpses.

Taking a deep breath, Gnaiya stood up and patted the hem of her skirt, looking at the flying dragon body that was breathing white sparks. Brilliant light bursts out from under the disintegrating skin of the flying dragon. This is the dragon soul. The dragon descendant can completely kill the dragon. It is precisely because the dragon descendant can absorb the dragon soul, so that the slain dragon has no chance to resurrect. . The dragon descendant is ready to wait until the floating dragon soul pours into his body. Just like in the past, the dragon soul allows the dragon descendant to acquire the knowledge of this dragon, so that the dragon descendant can understand the meaning of the dragon language with a human body. And use them.

The dragon souls gathered together like moths fighting the fire, and rushed towards the dragon descendants.

But not Gnaiya!

"Absorb the soul, haven't you thought that this is not a blessing, but a dangerous curse?"

The familiar voice made Gnaiya pick up the giant sword and looked at the vague figure standing next to the dragon's corpse vigilantly.

"Milak!"

Milac, who was still wearing the robe of the dragon worship priest, stood proudly in front of Gnaiya, the floating dragon soul was like sand in the loophole, rushing towards Milac, making Milac bathed in colorful clouds. The same. It was as if he was really standing on a cliff, the cold wind shook his robe, and the dazzling stream of light was almost completely drawn into Milac's body.

He is absorbing the dragon soul.

Gnaiya stepped forward and slashed at Milak with his sword, but the blade slashed past Milak, hitting the rock behind it, and a spark was splashed.

"Your vain struggle is meaningless." Milac, wearing a sacrificial mask, coldly looked at Gnaiya, who was trying to attack him. When you kill, you will be like the dragon you killed. I will **** your soul dry, and I will hang your skull in front of the gate of my temple, just like those who attack me out of control. Flying dragon, your bones will be the most valuable decoration."

The dragon soul disappeared in Mirak's phantom.

But in front of Milak, Gnaiya did not show anger, powerlessness, or despair.

It's cruel.

"I am the last dragonborn. I killed Alduin. And you, Milak, you are just a cowardly careerist. You are already dead." Gnaiya clenched her fist and waved in front of Milak. "Do you want to crawl out of Mora’s hell? I’ll kill you again, this time, I’ll let you take what you took from me, and your soul with you, I’ll watch You become a skeleton right in front of me!"

Milac looked at the young dragonborn in front of him with the same indifferent eyes. He turned around, and the projection disappeared on the top of the mountain together with the floating dragon soul.

Gnaiya turned and walked onto the ruins of the Dragon Worship Altar, and the Wall of Dragon Words stood in the wind and snow. She is the dragon descendant, standing in front of the curved dragon language wall, she saw the characters containing the language of power at a glance. She sat cross-legged in front of the dragon language wall, staring at the character. For example, the dragon language carved on the stone with dragon claws seemed vigorous and powerful. In Gnaiya's eyes, the dragon language seemed to become brighter and brighter, and the surrounding sky seemed to be dimmed.

When the whole world became extremely dim, and only the character was left in her eyes, her eyes blurred for a moment.

After waiting for a while, she sighed.

Gol

Means the earth. She understood the meaning of this dragon language. Milac used the power of this dragon language to contaminate the holy stone, and she could use the opposite power to completely purify the holy stone to expel Milac's pollution. But Gnaiya knew that a complete dragon roar was composed of three dragon words. This was only the first language of strength, and she needed to find the remaining ones.

And Milac apparently already knew the complete dragon roar.

But in any case, she has found the first one, and can find the second one. After she finds the complete language of power, she will be able to fight Milac.

As for how to fight, does Milak have other powers. She didn't think about it, and she didn't want to think about it. She would not stop because of these boring things, and if she would stop because of possible failure, she would never enter Songard and stand in front of Alduin.