When there is violence, politics is rife in all directions.

Time reshapes when the brass tower moves.

When the three blessings fail, the red tower trembles.

When the Dragonborn loses ground and the White Tower falls.

When the Snow Tower shatters, no one is king, and blood flows like a river.

When the Eater of Worlds wakes up,

The theory of time turns to the last Dragonborn.

This psalm is the sign of the prophecies; There is the morning wind, there is annihilation, there is the sky...... However, after the ruinized world, even Alduin's identity has become somewhat blurred, especially when it helps the mages of Winterhold Academy reclaim the Academy......

Even when there is no Dragon Breaker, all of the player's attacks, not even the commands of the console, will have any effect on him.

"But its current state seems to be a little strange."

Long Yirui frowned and thought; With the same bloodline as Alduin, Long Yirui always has a vague intuition: "It seems to be very tired now......

"Let's go." Li Buzhou frowned: "Let's go to the place where they store the magic scroll first." ”

Although the strangeness of Alduin had been shown in that diary, now was not a good time to take risks, and the main purpose now was to immediately improve the strength of the two, otherwise the overwhelming undead outside could drown the two; What's more, the undead that the two of them encountered now did not show the true horror of Skyrim Province at all......

The two walked through the main hall to a basement that led downstairs; Although it is very likely that there are some magic scrolls or alchemy materials or even soul stones upstairs; After having the soul stone, Li Buzhou can officially step into the stage of enchantment......

Now, however, the two of them only wanted to go to the place where the magic book was kept; Both of them had a bad feeling at this time...... And that feeling came from Alduin on the outside.

......

"Damn lizards!" The aura of the ecumenistic cultist was extremely weak at this time, and blood was dripping from his face under the cloak; He didn't know when, but he sacrificed another eye.......

But it was in vain after all, I don't know why, except for the power of the ancient gods borrowed with his own eyes; All the other attacks didn't have the slightest effect on the black dragon, it could have killed itself, but it seemed to be ...... as well.

The cultists' faces were so gloomy that they could even drip water; Staring at Alduin above, he reached into his arms with his palms and pulled out one material after another with a strange aura: spider eyes, bones of unknown creatures, and a bottle of disgusting slime...... The most evil gods, in addition to sacrificing to borrow the power of the evil gods, they can temporarily communicate with the power of the lower world through various evil props; It's just not as powerful as the evil gods.

These materials can be said to be the only stock he has left, if there is no hope of breaking the game...... I'm afraid that without Alduin's intervention, he will take his own life.

"Damn, there is no living person in this ghost place...... "The cultist tried to use the space spell through these materials over and over again, and scolded in a low voice: "I knew this was the case, I just picked up some parts from that person......"

Alduin hovered in the sky.

The pitch-black massive body was covered with terrifying barbs.

The white glowing eyes on his hideous face stared at the cultists below.

His aura made the dragon unethic; What's more, this guy actually defiled his world with those filthy powers......

His eyes kept no creature from the slightest hint of rebellion; What's more, there is not a trace of the smell of the undead on his body...... Alduin, like Ayngail, survived the ruinized world.

Huge wings flick gently each time; All brought up an irrepressible rush of elements; It never makes a sound easily, because no one in this world can resist its voice, and every character is a dragon's roar.

However, the human being below has touched his own bottom line.

Skyrim Province is its own territory; No one can defile it.

The cultist shuddered and drew his sword; It had only one thought now, and that was to hold it down, to hold back the terrible lizard, so that its fellow would-have enough time to get what the evil god had commanded them to obtain; Even with the hindrance of the Ninth Army, they did not have the slightest fear.

The eyes of the cultists of the cult did not take off Alduin, who had landed on the top of a mountain in the distance, although this distance seemed very far away; But the cultists believed that Alduin could appear in front of his eyes in a second if he wanted to.

But now is clearly not the time to care about that.

Thinking of this, the cultist raised the sword in his hand and slashed off his right leg; Alduin looked at the funny one-man show in front of his eyes with a hint of mockery in his eyes, as if he were a pathetic clown.

The cultist who had grown frantic obviously couldn't care so much, and he threw himself on the ground after losing his center of gravity; The blood splattered out was like a poignant flower blooming in this cold winter.

The cultists of the cult were propped up on the ground with one hand, supporting their bodies with all their might; In the end, he continued to silently recite unfamiliar notes, and picked up the magic book that had fallen on the ground and seemed to have an eyeball, and the pages were as always, windless and automatic; But this time, with each page turned, the distortion in the space intensified, and even a terrifying aura diffused from the distorted space.

Alduin's eyes grew solemn, knowing that this game could not be played any longer, and with a flick of his wings, he flew in front of the cultist in an instant, and his body did not even show a trace of movement, as if it was just passing by that place, and his tail cut off the head of the cultist.

The head of the cultist of the evil god rolled to the side, and after the head rolled to the side, it turned a strange direction and moved on its own; Alduin stared at the head for a moment, and now if he rushed over to interrupt it; There will definitely be consequences that are beyond your control.

Alduin gathered his strength, and even puffed up the top notes of the dragon's roar, his gaze not taking away from the distorted and increasingly terrifying space.

......

Long Yirui's body trembled, and her gaze shifted sharply to the back.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Buzhou frowned and looked at Long Yirui, Long Yirui's terrifying intuition didn't know how many times he had saved himself: "What happened?" ”

"There's something wrong out there." Long Yirui's tone was a little uneasy, because he felt an aura that he had never felt before, although this situation gradually appeared more and more frequently in the ruins, but this time was very different from the previous times; This time the aura was strange to an unsettling degree.

"Does Alduin also find it tricky?" Li Buzhou frowned and thought, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't think of anything that could entangle Alduin in this situation?

"Something isn't right."

Li Buzhou walked through the dark stairs again, guarding left and right; Although he believed in Wintercastle's strength, everything that happened around him did not allow him to slack off in the slightest.

"I guess it's right here."

Long Yirui stood in front of a quaint tall wooden door and said to Li Buzhou.

Li Buzhou didn't take a stubble, his eyes were on a corpse that collapsed in front of the wooden door, this corpse was a little different from the ones he had seen earlier; The corpse, reduced to dry bones, was not dressed in the same robes as before; Rather, it was a white robe, covered with protective gear made of leather; He sat down on the ground in front of the wooden door.

Just when Li Buzhou first saw this corpse, I don't know why a name emerged - Falauda.

In that diary, Li Buzhou already knew that Falauda had gone out to explore not long after entering the cellar, but unfortunately, she had not been seen since that time.

It's just that I didn't expect to see Falauda's figure here, and in this ironic way......

"He's ......"

Long Yirui noticed Li Buzhou's gaze and asked suspiciously.

"No, nothing." Li Buzhou took a deep breath and moved his gaze to the side: "She is the magic master of the destruction department mentioned in the diary, Falauda...... A very powerful female magician......"

"Is she Falauda......" Long Yirui's breath stagnated; It turns out that she is the magician who first walked out of the shelter and went out to explore as mentioned in the diary? I didn't expect even her to fall here......

"Let's go inside."

Li Buzhou looked at the wooden door, and his eyes were a little strange when he looked at the wooden door; Why is there no seal in this seemingly important place, even if it needs a dragon's roar to drive it...... But the place was just open, as if it were blown open by the wind.

Li Buzhou frowned and pushed open the wooden door; The moment the door was opened, there were no unintended trap undead, but puffs of dust were raised, as if the place had been abandoned for hundreds of years.

The stale bookshelves are littered with worn-out books, and you can't even feel the slightest hint of magical energy.

"It's weird here......"

"......" Long Yirui didn't answer, silently walked to the nearest bookshelf, opened a book casually and kept flipping, but the book seemed to be covered with a layer of impenetrable fog, not to mention that the content of the detective could not be seen, not to mention the content.

"Winterhold College greets you."

"What people!"

As soon as this strange voice appeared, Long Yirui immediately gathered his arcane energy, and Li Buzhou instantly pulled out the Griswold in his hand and looked around; They couldn't even tell the direction of the voice.

"If someone opens this door in the future, I don't know how long."

When this sentence appeared, the original old voice turned into a female voice.

"Please remember what I'm going to say next."

Li Buzhou and Long Yirui's eyes turned to the crystal that was slowly blooming in the innermost part of the library, where figures stood one after another; Although it is only a phantom.

They are none other than the mentors of Winterhold Academy.