Juggernaut Arc: Section 1

'StrunBahQo' means "Anger harnesses the storm and thunders down." 】

Thousands of years ago, whenever the phrase appeared in the world in the form of a spit, it meant that a catastrophe was about to befall you. The dragon's wrath will summon the destruction of the heavens, pouring destruction and death evenly on every corner of the earth.

Even the most powerful heroes of ancient times are reluctant to confront this near-natural force head-on. Not to mention the mediocre.

However, time passed, and the years passed. With the exile of the Dragonlord Alduin from The Elder Scrolls, the mighty dragons have vanished from Temarel. What happened at the beginning slowly turned into history, and history became legend, and now, people can only glimpse the dragon's power from mythological books and bedside stories. If the dragon doesn't come back, probably even these half-truths will slowly disappear.

However, there are many things that are destined not to be forgotten.

Half a month ago, the snow fell on Minimunil. Let people realize from their own painful experience that dragons are not the kind of tricks that coax children in fairy tales.

And today, another dragon has appeared in Loristed. Let the inhabitants of this place have the privilege of seeing this power, this power to harness calamity!

When the first bucket-thick thunderbolt slammed into the dense fog, within a radius of ten miles, a qiē vessel with a cavity structure shattered into fragments of various sizes in the screams that came from the center of the town, with a frequency several times higher than the limit of human perception!

And after that, there were more numerous, denser, and more powerful thunderstorms.

Even a sturdy watchtower made of stones could only last thirty or fifty breaths in the midst of this lightning storm. The improvised masonry and even the civil structures could not survive even the second blow - the moment they came into contact with the electric light, they were bounced by the tremendous kinetic energy in any direction that could be used as a passage, and the parts that could be burned were internalized into ashes in three to five breaths.

This is true of architecture, let alone people. Especially those swordsmen who were not eroded by the dense fog and wore heavy armor all over their bodies. They were the first target of the Thunder. Not a single person was able to leave a slightly intact corpse.

Of course, there are always some lucky ones who are exceptions. Let's take Lydia, let's say Martha.

They find a hidden underground passage before the hut where they are hiding is destroyed.

………………

'Thunderbolt!!————

As Ladia closed the stone slab above her head, she heard lightning strikes and the roar of houses collapsing.

"Hmm...... It hurts. Martha struggled to her feet. Just now, she was thrown down from the tunnel entrance by Lydia as a package. If it weren't for her low height and correct landing position, she would probably have become the first high-ranking wizard to fall to her death in this era—it would have been a shame for thousands of years.

"The road above is blocked. There's no going back. Lydia ignored her, jumped down the short ladder, and said to herself. "We'll have to find another way out. ”

"Hey!" Martha cried out dissatisfied, "That's a dragon! a living dragon! How do I feel like you think it's a pheasant that can be found everywhere on the side of the road!?"

"Well, I know. Lydia nodded nonchalantly. "I've seen his kind in the snowman. At that time, I was so scared that I couldn't move. ”

"But now I don't think it's a big deal, maybe I'm getting used to it. Anyway, being found by him is a dead end, and if you are not found, you can live. She exhaled softly and began to survey the terrain around her. "I've got to hurry, I've got to find Lord Alice. ”

"You're right...... Anyway, if you get caught, it's a dead end. Martha stared at her with an unexpected gaze. "I remember you looked like you were going to die or die. Why are you cheering up again?Or are you going to kill that monster and avenge your weak noble lady?She may have been digested~"

"That kind of thing later. Mistress Alice is much stronger than you think. Lydia kicked the wizard lightly. When she saw the shadow in the mist, she automatically cleared Alice of all guilt in her heart. It's not like I'm in a good mood, but it's obviously much more relaxed.

"If you can move, you can get up and walk on your own. This place doesn't have to be very strong. ”

Sure enough, they jumped down the large trapezoidal stone steps. Behind him there was a series of crashing sounds. The collapsed boulder burst down, blocking the path of the three pillars of varying heights.

"Uh...... We're not going to be buried here. Martha said with some concern. "If you take my hand back now, I can send you straight to the ground!"

They were now about twenty feet underground. The sounds of lightning strikes and dragon roars have gradually become subtle. But I could still feel the tremors coming from the ground. The chances of being buried seem to be higher.

But Lydia ignored her. She simply took out a pair of flints and lit a thin wooden stick to serve as a torch.

"Hold your hand out. ”

"Huh?"

A minute later, the improvised torch was firmly tied to Martha's hand with several cloth straps.

"It's an insult!" Martha shouted angrily. "I'm a wizard! not a torch stand!"

She waved her arms, almost poking the flaming stick into Lydia's face. But then the blade of the sword against her neck immediately made her obediently shut up.

"If you go ahead, I will kill you if you dare to play tricks. ”

Martha wanted to say something. But a tingling sensation in her neck forced her to abandon the plan.

The guy in the back isn't kidding!

"Why is there a tunnel here? It looks very old. If it weren't for the previous shaking of the ground, the slab covering it cracked. No one will come for another 100 years. Ladia surveyed the ornaments on the ground. "Is this the sewer of this town?"

Martha pursed her lips disdainfully.

"Huh, do you have anything to say?"

"You can see this!?" Martha was slightly surprised. She thinks her movements are still relatively hidden.

"The facial muscles are so big that you don't have to look at them to know what kind of face you're posing. Ladia said angrily, "If you have something to say, just say it!

"This is the ancient Nord site of the First Age. But it has been transformed by later generations. Martha kicked away the fine ash that covered the stone slab. By the light of the fire, you can clearly see the animal ornaments carved on the stone slabs.

She moved the torch strapped to her hand towards the edge of the tunnel, and a few marks of a knife and axe suddenly stood out, and although it was delicately handled, it still did not fit in with the natural patterns on the surrounding stone walls.

"That alone doesn't mean much. ”

"It's certainly not enough. Martha explained. Without a trace, she took a few steps behind Lydia. "Don't you think the air here is too fresh?"

"What?" said Lydia, looking warily at the guy beside her. She didn't feel the air fresh at all. On the contrary, it is very dull. It also stinks.

She decided to give the wizard a sword when she crossed the security line.

However, Martha didn't make any over-the-top moves. She just pouted at the other end of the tunnel mouth.

"You can deal with that guy over there first. ”

Follow the direction Martha pointed out. Lydia saw two bits of cold green light.

It was a walking corpse.

…………

The battle ended fifteen seconds later.

Even though I don't know much about these spirits. But for Lydia, these stupid creatures who move slowly and move only on instinct are just a sword or two to solve.

At most, it was not able to directly hit the fatal point, and two more swords needed to be added.

Then, she turned her gaze to Martha, who was hiding behind her. "You can go on. ”

Martha wasn't angry either. As if he was used to this kind of conversation, he quickly responded.

"The walking corpse is a naturally occurring necromancer with a high accumulation of dark elements. In other words, there's more to it than just a focal point where magic converges. There was more than one fresh corpse. Let's take a look at the decay of the walking corpse and the clothes on it. The conclusion is obvious. ”

"This is a makeshift stronghold that has been transformed by some evil organization, and it was put into use on a small scale not so long ago. According to the division of forces, it is either the Silver Hand or the Dark Brotherhood. But for us, it makes no difference. It's unlikely you'll be able to make peace with these notorious organizations. ”

"Wow. Lydia let out a small exclamation. Then he asked, "Then do you have any ideas?"

"Is it a good idea? It is estimated that there are not only two of us living in this tunnel. If you encounter it, it's up to you to cut it or talk to it. ”

"Still, if you're willing, you'd better collect the blood of this walking corpse. If you are going to speak with a sword. Then their extracts can be of great use. Of course, if you have to follow something like a creed, forget it. ”

"You're a little too active. Lydia looked suspicious. She instinctively sensed that there was something unusual about Martha's demeanor.

"Please, we're on the same side now. Martha smiled wryly and made a gesture of surrender. "Anyway, the decision is up to you, whatever you choose. But ......"

She pointed upwards with the arm tied to the torch. A lot of fine dust was spilling silently from the cracks in the stones.

"It is estimated that there will not be many people alive on it, and even if they are alive, it is estimated that they will not be unharmed. Even if you don't worry about yourself, at least think about your master. ”

So Lydia was convinced. She dismembered the walking corpse and extracted a vial of green solution using the improvised alchemy tools in Martha's potion pack. I have to admit that her patience is still quite impressive. At least Martha couldn't stand the strong smell of corpses at all. Had to wrinkle his nose to reduce breathing.

The smell of bad is so strong. so much so that it disguised the rest of the smell coming from the neighborhood. And it will also affect the sense of smell for a while.

So, it was impossible for Lydia to smell the blood coming from Martha's hands.

It was even less likely that she would notice the stone wall that Martha was leaning against as she hid from the walking dead. A scribbled dark red six-pointed star array was flowing with a dim light.