The moment the two actually passed each other and sparked a battle - Helliga understood something he had never thought of before.

That is, the real powerhouses - what are they like when they fight?

Whether it is a swordsmith of light or a sword fairy, when they are with themselves, they are only mainly teaching and solving doubts, and even if they occasionally make a move, it is just the so-called point to the end, to put it bluntly, it is to show off their skills. There are other super powerhouses, and they have never seen them fight with opponents of the same level. Even the battles he himself had experienced, and there had never been such a scene unfolding in front of his eyes.

On one side are the Dragonborn, the legendary hero who was able to stop the destruction of the world; Moreover, in addition to the bloodline of the gods and the power of spitting eyes, he himself was originally a top demon swordsman; Now that the sword is back in his hand, he is even more like a fish in water, and the cold and cold air flies up and down with the movement of his sword, making the air around him seem to freeze. His style of swordsmanship was also very different from what Heliga had seen before: if the sword of the swordsmith of light was full of grandeur and majesty, emphasizing a powerful and powerful sword, and the sword of the sword fairy was full of ingenuity, full of subtle skill and ethereal spirit in fusion with nature, then the sword of the dragonborn was elegant and powerful—it was only a wrist, but it seemed to be able to break through a thousand armies; Obviously, the range of action is huge, but I can't find a flaw that makes it lose its center of gravity. Coupled with the intimidating eyes that appear from time to time, as well as the wide variety of complex, powerful and strange effects of magic bombardment as a supplement, the current Dragonborn has finally shown his true strength as a hero.

However, something even more incredible happened to Heliga. In the face of such a sharp and swift attack, the man in black seemed to flash one by one with ease; Even if there was an occasional flash of magic light staining the corner of his clothes, it only left a slight grinding sound - in contrast to the hollowed out magical energy, which was scorched black on the ground, and could easily cut through thick trees.

There seemed to be a hint of joy in his eyes, but more of it was still regret and determination - and so far, in the terrorist attack that was enough to kill anyone, he didn't have any intention of forcibly defending, basically dodging - not to mention, so far, he had no intention of fighting back.

From the conversation he had with the Dragonborn, Helliga seemed to be able to guess one or two of them. Among the countless heroes that the Dragonborn had mentioned to him, there was a name that shined brightly even among heroes. Heliga was almost certain that the man in black in front of him was the legendary hero of the Black Elves that the Dragonborn often mentioned, Nirivain. The only thing that was a little surprising was that he didn't expect the two to know each other, because according to Heliga, this hero was active in the Third Age, which is hundreds of years old.

Even if the dark elves live longer than humans, it is impossible for them to live for such a long time without showing any signs of aging, so there is only one answer - the one in front of him has transcended the normal cycle of life and death because of some unknown factors.

This inference alone is enough to prove his strength.

It was at this time that Nirivain finally made a move.

The two swords he held in both hands, with the same style and emitting different enchanted streamers, suddenly lit up with astonishing brilliance—the blade on his left hand was overflowing with blue light, and on his right hand was bursting with golden light—two strange balls of demonic energy created some kind of storm-like barrier with Nirivain's sword swing, and firmly swept the two people in.

The blue light covered the heavens and the earth, and the golden light struck Bernardo like a sharp blade, like the head of a roarer's head, sweeping away all obstacles that dared to stand in front of him.

The ...... was a familiar Bernardo with these two weapons—they were Nirivain's proud equipment, the twin swords "Flame of Hope" and "Flame of Truth". As a well-known artifact collector, and even nicknamed "the antiquity dealer", Nirivain had no shortage of more powerful artifacts in his hands, but this pair of twin knives would always be his first choice in battle(1). Therefore, he was very aware of the familiarity of the two weapons, and the power of the attack after the resonance. Bernardo, who did not dare to slack off, did not hesitate to use his unique skill as a dragonborn - "Mul-Qua-Diiv!" ”

The appearance of the "Dragon Form" caused a pale golden protective layer to ignite around the dragonborn's body, and caught Nirivain's knife steadily. Then, he used another move, "Unrelieved Force", to roar at the latter. Seeing this, the demonic energy on the twin blades suddenly skyrocketed, forming a huge mass of magical power, and even directly extinguished the dragon's roar that was enough to destroy the city wall.

"This isn't Skyrim, Bernardo." Nireva coldly waved the sword in his hand and shouted, "Without the blessing of Ginareth, you will not be able to use the effect of your time in Tamriel. ”

"The same words are given back to you...... It's not Morrowind either, and Azulla's protection isn't there. Bernardo sneered, and in the middle of the conversation he was already in front of Nirivain.

"Hmm......" was a surprise blow, but it was easily blocked by Nirivain. He casually threw away a weapon, grabbed Bernardo's energy-filled fist and pressed it directly into the palm of his hand—Nirivain's expression, and at this moment there was finally not the slightest hesitation.

"Look...... Neither you nor I have the protection of the gods, but I am a powerful man...... And now you are no longer the one who can fight with me for a day and a night, regardless of victory or defeat. ”

"......" Bernardo, who also slowly lowered his head at this moment and said nothing.

"If this continues, even without mentioning the adverse effects on the world...... Can you really tolerate yourself becoming weaker and weaker? You used to be extremely powerful. ”

"I ......" Bernardo's fist gradually came down, and his arm drooped.

"Can't stand it, can it? I'm the same...... I'm the same. Nirevine let out an almost inaudible sigh, "Now I'm going to put an end to this—"

The other weapon that was still in his hand had a stronger light than before.

Bernardo closed his eyes slightly. A complicated smile was revealed.

Oh, yes...... Now that he is now, such a sneak attack can't even hurt him in the slightest......

What is this kind of ending?

Those who have their own opinions for their own sake...... None of them are wrong. Even the old friend in front of him who is about to kill him is the same. He didn't want to let himself suffer that real pain, he didn't want to make himself the enemy of everyone completely.

"But...... Even so, I still have something to do...... You say yes, right? Hailiga? He opened his eyes slightly, looked at the young man who was running anxiously from the side, and smiled.

"W......" Nerivain was stunned, he didn't expect Bernardo, who had seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, to suddenly disappear from his side - but this move was already ready to be launched, and it was difficult to recover. A glow that broke through the sky swept away the trees in a radius of hundreds of cels, and the air was filled with the smell of destruction; Bernardo, on the other hand, rushed towards Heliga and pushed him into safety.