After Laikas left, Wei Xu moved his body slightly, feeling that the cold sweat on his back had dried up. The www.biquge.info Demon Artifact of the Pen "Fun" Pavilion is worthy of being a Demon Artifact, and Wei Xu is still a little scared when he thinks about it. If he didn't have the power of Vasian, who has been with him since he came to this world, he probably has been turned into a puppet by Meritia's scheming at this time.

It is estimated that it is only her first means to fall to death and be unwilling to spread her teachings, and the will of the person who really holds her demon artifact will sooner or later be controlled by her and become her agent in Nain!

But then again, Wei Xu's star power that accompanied him through is also good. First, he influenced the alchemy he obtained in this world through his own inheritance, allowing himself to survive several poisoning crises, and then he could condense his energy to the aborigines of this world through a crystallization method to give star power, and now he can actually erase the will of a demon god to stay in his demon artifact!

What is this Vahian lineage? It seems that only the mage of the Seinke Order has ever recognized it. However, Wei Xu couldn't figure out this question even if he wanted to break his head now, he had read all the books of the Mage Academy, and he was stunned that he didn't find any record about Vahian.

After thinking about it, Wei Xu finally shook his head and threw out all the broken thoughts in his mind that he couldn't think of an answer. It is estimated that Wei Xu's spell proficiency will not be found until he exceeds one hundred in the future, at least for now, it will be useless to think more.

The peak of Hosga, which is covered with snow all year round, finally ushered in the first believer after the beginning of spring...... Well, maybe not a believer. No believer would ride a horse all the way to this sacred place in the hearts of the Nords.

On one of the highest peaks in all of Tamriel, the closest point to the summit of Khosga, stands a monastery more than ten meters high and covering an area of several hundred square meters. The gray-black stone walls and bricks, the gray-black staircase and the gray-black gate give people enough solemn and solemn guidance.

There are only four black-robed old men living here, who are the inheritors and promoters of the way of the Nord roar, and also guard the origin of the legendary Nord roar in the sky, the throat of the world at the peak of Horsgar. Therefore, this is also a sacred place in the hearts of the Nords of the Skyrim, and the four black-robed old men are called "Graybeard" by the residents of Skyrim. They are well-deserved wise men, saints in the minds of the Nords.

Stepping seven thousand steps from the foot of the mountain, Dacula didn't even use it for a day, and I have to say that the Dire is a great horse. After running for so long, I took it slowly in some steep places, and other times I maintained my highest speed.

"Phew!" Dacula dared to ride all the way to the door, but he didn't dare to actually rush all the way to the door.

At the stairs in front of the monastery gates, he rolled over directly from his horse. In the face of this solemn holy place, even the dishonest Dire stood in place very obediently at this time, and only dared to snort occasionally.

"Wait for me here." Dacula gently stroked the mane on Dire's neck, the stubborn pony liked the members of the Brotherhood to give him a hair, especially Daqura, who had taken over the leader's burden and was qualified to ride it. The black fur still had a bit of a black mist, and every time he gave the horse hair, Dacula could always see the dark energy spill out of his fingers, returning to the Dire's body, becoming part of the black mist that enveloped the Dire's body.

"Poof!" Dire snorted at Dacula's cat face, as if in response to Dacula's words. It is not a living being, so the snort like a normal horse can only spew out a white mist mixed with dots of black energy.

"Stupid horse." Duckura smiled and patted Dire on the head, perhaps the cat-man would only smile so sincerely when facing his own mount from the Brotherhood.

Seeing that he did not spray his current master's face with snort as in his distant memory, the horse shook unpleasantly, and then practiced snorting privately. It's a pity that it has long been out of the category of living creatures, and the ability to spew water vapor is already the biggest limit.

By this time Dacula had gone far and stepped on the steps to the monastery gates.

One step, two steps...... The closer he got to the cloister gates, the more Dacula could feel the pressure emanating from the not very large building, and at the same time, the excitement of his own search for strength gradually subsided under this pressure. This old building, which has existed for an unknown number of years, makes visitors feel a sense of selfishness inexplicably.

The pressure of racial intelligence? The pressure of ethnic heritage? Perhaps...... This pressure Dracula felt in Eswell in his memory, when he was a cub and his specific memories were blurred.

The door didn't close, but it didn't have the mystery that Dacula had imagined to open automatically without wind. When the cat's paw was gently attached to the door, it was like a blessing to the soul, and the door opened. A warm current greeted him, rolling all the snowflakes hanging from Dakula's fur out the door.

"Finally...... In this day and age...... The Dragonborn descended...... "Dracula didn't see anyone, but he heard a voice, an old and powerful voice.

"I answer your call, Master Graybeard." Dacula shook his ears slightly, and said as he walked in.

"Child, let's see your roar......" Several old men in black robes walked down the stairs, and roughly counted, exactly four. And the one who spoke up was the oldest graybeard in the lead.

There were no seats in the hall of the monastery, but there seemed to be an opening in the ceiling, and a ray of light shone down on the ring in the middle of the hall, filling the ring. Around the ring, a concave mark can be faintly seen on a circle of stone slabs, which coincides with the area from the human calf to the knee. This is probably where Greybeard preached.

These old men stood in the hall without seats, looking at the cat people in front of them with their eyes, as if they were looking at some rare treasure.

These old men were really old, and looking at their age, Dacula felt that his eyes that could blow away the ice wolves could blow them all away. But what puzzled him was that these old men stood there faintly, but they gave him the feeling of facing a few old trees that were rooted hundreds of meters underground.

"Yes...... Do you use it against you? Dacula asked cautiously. Don't fail to learn the skills at that time, but blow these people away and fall to death first.

"Of course, kittens. A few of us old guys aren't that weak and can't help it. The old man at the head answered Dacula's question in his powerful voice.

"Firth..."After confirming, Dacula no longer hesitated, and shouted directly. He hates being called a "cat" by others. I didn't like it when I was called "Big Cat" before, not to mention that I am now called "Little Kitten" by a few old guys.

The blue fluctuations that represented the power of the eyes swept the wind, and the graybeards' robes flew wildly, but in Dacula's surprised gaze, the old guys really seemed to have roots, allowing their robes to fly, but their bodies did not move in the slightest.