My name is Akatosh,

I'm taking someone to get a copy of it.

—4E, 190, Moon of the Morning Star, 22nd, 15:43 —

Labyrinthian is an ancient Nord ruin, named in honor of a labyrinth built by the High Mage Shalidor in the First Age, but the ruins themselves are much older, having once served as the capital city of the Northern Kingdom (Bromjunaar). 】

I stood outside the main entrance of the ruins and observed the group of dungeons, and the stupid system was acting as a guide in my ear.

To put it simply, there is a man-made labyrinth with little to no combat, a tomb of an ancient ghoul overlord with only two exceptional powers, and the rest is the destination of the trip, which houses the ruins of the "Staff of Magnus".

Speaking of which, the "Eye of Magnus" is a huge orb, and the "Staff of Magnus" is a normal-sized staff - how big is Magnus's head? ’

[Magnus rushed out of the gap in Nairn's world to form the sun, so the former should be his eyes, but the latter is just a staff that can control its power, and you can be the owner of this staff is a mad mage who calls himself the sun. 】

"Nozdormu, what is your opinion on our operational arrangements?" The Academy's Chief Mage, Savos Aran, asked me.

"If we're dealing with the undead and magic traps, that's fine, but I don't think we're going to run into those things first." I raised my hand over my hood and replied in a hoarse and feminine voice that I was not used to.

[Hahahahaha! The stupid system laughed, and I silently made a note of it.

After all, this is Labsilin An, and with the magic ability of Zerapesh's vest and half-hanged man, it is completely impossible to save the lives of these mages after their deaths, rather than letting her move with her hands and feet, and maybe falling off the horse in the end, it is better to come over in the first place with a posture that is not afraid of falling off the horse at all, such as the human form of the dragon incarnate.

That being said, Akatosh has no human form at all in the game and setting, even on the stained glass of the temple, it is the image of a dragon head, so there is no doubt that the dragon is me, or the image of Zerapes, after the transformation of the dragon, and the chief mage can recognize it at a glance.

In the end, I chose to use Shelgra's Mad God Staff, its shape-shifting ability is just right, and although a demon artifact will not have an effect on the genuine Holy Spirit, it does not prevent me from interfering with and strengthening it.

The original plan was to become the image of the little dwarf Kromie or the uncle Nozdorm in WOW - it just so happened that the bronze dragon was also in charge of time, and then pretended to be a prophet to blend into the team of the mage Shino, but I don't know how to change into the image of Ysera, so I can only put on a mage robe and wrap myself tightly.

[Have you noticed the appearance of Shelgra~]

Makes sense, it must be the fault of that fourth-generation player who played a whole bunch of mods.

"Indeed," Haffner Icefist said to the front of the group, "before you go deeper into the ruins, you may encounter beasts that use this place as a lair or even robbers who don't want to die, I'll clear the way." ”

"Hey, whatever you want." The name is strange, and the Argonian priest who uses the words "embrace the light" retreats slightly.

A team of ten pure mages can basically sweep through any dungeon, no wonder they are very confident, but in the end, they are all wiped out, leaving only some afterimages and memories after more than ten years, although I have some guesses about the reason, I have to take action myself in the end.

Whewr

No sooner had they stepped into the ruins than a large number of black, brown, and white-fur trolls roared and attacked, roughly twenty or more at a glance.

"Don't be nervous, they're afraid of fire!" Before Savos could finish speaking, five or six fireballs were thrown, and the exploding trolls screamed, and although the mages had different specializations, destruction spells were generally involved in them - except for the three guys I brought with me.

Palatus, Decimus and Gabroth, the organization they belong to is known as the "Shino Scholars", focusing on exploring the lost magic and knowledge in the ancient ruins, their own combat effectiveness is almost invisible, and the exploration operation must hire guards, who were supposed to die in a dwarven ruin called Zuvolt in a few years later due to the fear of the guards escaping, but now that they are new to the situation in Skyrim Province, it makes sense for me to invite them to join the Mage Academy to explore the ruins.

"Haha! Die! Trolls! Haffner Ice Fist swung his summoned axe and slashed at the badly wounded trolls.

This guy is a strange guy, as a mage, wearing cloth armor, but he likes to give himself a steel armor technique and then wield a summoning weapon to play melee combat, it is said that because the armor and weapons are too troublesome to repair, it is better to fight directly with the summoning weapon.

Boom - at the end of the last fireball, the vicious trolls have turned into troll fat, and the mages have also come to the main gate of the ruins of Labsilinan, although it is old, but the dark gate is intact, it seems that the material is extraordinary, and there are strange magic fluctuations from inside.

"Nozdorm, what's going on inside?" Savos Aran stopped the mages from entering immediately, and instead looked at me.

I fabricated my identity as a "prophet", claiming that there was something in it that I needed that they didn't, and accurately "prophesied" many of their deeds, so I was allowed to join the mission with the Shino Scholar to warn of danger in times of need.

[Inside is a large pile of skeletons and a bone dragon.] The stupid system said, "The dragon was originally intended to be captured and domesticated, but it failed, and it was killed and buried near the main entrance. 】

"When we enter, we'll see countless scenes of ancient Nord warriors and dragons fighting." I said in a vague way, if I said it too clearly, it was not a prophecy but a perspective, and it became low in an instant.

"Ghouls?" "Dragon corpses?" Brighton male Guilddon and Redguard female Otmar asked questions at the same time, looked at each other, and looked away.

A man who likes to smash enemies with destruction spells, and a who is happy to get dead enemies back up and continue fighting, the contradictions between them are not easy to reconcile, and the chief mage simply ignores them.

"Speaking of which, it was indeed a time when the Cult of the Dragons was active," Savos thought for a moment, then said, "Prepare yourself to face a large number of weak ghouls and a powerful bone dragon. ”

Well, I can only say that there are really two brushes.

Eventually, the battle ended with Otmar resurrecting a group of skeletons, and Gildon beating the nameless bone dragon to pieces.

Later, as you continue deeper into the massive ruins, you will encounter sporadic skeletons and ghouls, as well as some intricately designed traps, which have been easily solved by a few Hino scholars.

"I saw countless souls, and the mother they were surrounded by." Outside a huge stone hall that emitted palpitating waves of magic, I answered their questions.

That thing is the Mother of Spirits, and not only can it perform multiple out-of-body incarnations, but it will also constantly summon "ghosts" with no fixed form to attack enemies, which is also the second scheduled attrition.

If you want me to say, it was purely their carelessness in the history of the past, and after being attacked by the bone dragon, they only paid special attention to the physical attack, so they were overshadowed by the invisible and qualitative "ghost mother", and they didn't find that there were any fewer people until they left this hall, and now-

"The undead are scattered!" Elvali Viren, who specializes in summoning and healing Nord women, threw a large spell that caused all the hidden ghosts in the hall to appear along with the Mother of Spirits, and some of the weaker ghosts disappeared directly.

"[Human-]" Before the wraith's roar could be uttered, it was completely overwhelmed by the swarming spells.

Next, there was a stone wall carved with a dragon's roar, which seemed to slow down in time, but since there were no dragonborns present, it was impossible to study, and the spitting eyes flashed and wanted to disappear after I tried to get closer, so I had to give up the idea of research.

Then, angry shouts began to come from the depths of the ruins, such as "Who dares to invade my realm" and "You will die miserably, over and over again." "Eternal pain awaits you!" It's a pity that it's all dragon language, and the mages only think of it as a monster's roar and don't care.

As the shouting and scolding could be heard, the enemies along the way also changed, from ghouls and ghosts to transparent skeletons and ghouls that shimmered with blue-green light, and when defeated, they would evaporate, but the various weapons that also turned into blue-green transparent appeared remained, and the mages were amazed while studying.

"[Enough! You lowly half-dragons! Do you have to force me to use such harsh and vulgar language? I'm Moloch, one of the Eight Dragon Wizards! Your eternal masters! Obey me now! 】”

In the deepest part of the ruins, the mages found a huge altar surrounded by bookshelves, with a dragon wizard floating in the center, or rather, a powerful ghoul wearing a bone mask, mage robes, ornate staffs, and eyes glowing with a dark red.

"That's our goal!" The mages looked at each other with burning eyes, but the mages of the Mage Academy were staring at the dragon wizard's equipment, while the eyes of the Shino scholars were on the many bookshelves around the altar.

[Hehe, apparently this guy found that this group of people had the breath of a dragon, but he couldn't see through your disguise, so he mistook the race. 】

"According to the records, these 'dragon wizards' served the dragons during their lifetimes, treating all Nords as slaves - apparently he was not very good at distinguishing between human races," I said to the sabre-rattling mages, "I'm going to collect those masks, are you okay?" ”

"No one wants that kind of thing that interferes with armor!" Haffner replied as he covered himself with a layer of steel armor, and a summoning sword appeared in each of his hands, and then charged directly at the "Moroch".

"And it's ugly." Otema gave me a special glance as she commanded her skeletons to participate in the attack.

‘…… What does she mean? ’

[Probably jealous of your beauty? By the way, a pun? 】

Don't think that if you say two nice things I will forget your first ridicule, wash your wings and wait!' ’

[Don't Wow......]

Although Moloch was proficient in various spells, had incredible resistance, and was able to hypnotize and control two targets at once, the mages were still defeated.

I didn't cheat, but the guy bounced back when he didn't want to hypnotize me.

In the end, I picked up the dragon wizard's mask while they divided the spoils, and left a message to the chief mage, "Sooner or later you will use this staff," and then walked away, so that they might confirm each other in the future, and find that no one on either side knew me, so I didn't have to care.