The Hall of the Dead in Marcus City.

The Nords did not have the custom of burning the bodies of the dead, and after embalming, the bodies were stored in coffins, a place that was a necromancer's paradise with an innumerable supply of spell casting materials.

"Why are there so many mutilated corpses here, don't they know what it means to respect the dead?" A man covered in a black robe said in a slightly hoarse voice, in front of him was a body that had clearly been cut by a sharp blade, as if it had been handled by a professional butcher.

"What do you say, a necromancer, to respect the dead?" Another person in the same outfit complained.

"I'm just sorry for the material here."

"There's a lot of fresh stuff out there."

"Let's go, let's see how those vampire rituals are going."

In a blood-soaked chamber, a group of vampires gather around an altar dripping with blood, a black soul stone floating on the altar, and a beating heart underneath.

The blood condensed towards the heart, and the sound of the heart beating gradually increased in the chamber, as if beating on the hearts of the vampires, and their eyes became more and more frenzied.

The white mist and the blue magic merged, and a dry bone emerged from it, blood spreading from the heart to the body of the dry bone like a blood-colored chrysalis.

The blood chrysalis rose and fell slowly, as if breathing, and after some time, a pair of bat wings tore open the blood chrysalis and propped it up.

A humanoid monster with blue-gray skin like a cold rock appeared in front of the altar, terrifying fangs stretched out from his mouth, and his arms with sharp claws trembled slightly with the swollen muscles, and in the black soul stone, the soul power continued to pour into this body, and after a while, it became transparent, falling into a pool of blood.

The scarlet eyes slowly opened, and the pair of wings behind his back seemed too short compared to his body, and it seemed unreliable to fly with something like that, but he was literally floating in the air.

"I, I'm back, I'm the lord of Valhachi, the oldest vampire in the skyrim, the owner of the blood of immortality, and how can I be easily defeated by mortals." Thunder surrounded Hakong, and a sinister laugh rang out from his mouth, "Serana, Valerica, you will pay for betraying me!" ”

Hakong fell back to the ground, the blood on his body receding, and the image of a middle-aged Nord man appeared in the blood mist, his spotless skin, neatly groomed black hair, and well-trimmed short beard made him look like a noble nobleman.

A vampire stepped forward with his prepared clothes and served Hakong to put them on.

The mace that hung from the altar in chains was removed by Hakong, and the power of the curse was condensed into the weapon.

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Morag! I'm going to bring you more chaos and souls. ”

Morag Barr, the tyrannical demon god of domination and enslavement, was designated as one of the four corners of the Scourge by the Three Judgments, and loved to harvest the souls of mortals into his realm, sowing the seeds of strife and chaos into the world.

In order to become a pure-blood vampire, Hakon sacrificed the lives and souls of thousands of children to please Morag Barr during the First Age.

To this day, Hakon is still proud of the bloodline bestowed by the demon god, even if the pain of the transformation process is still fresh in his memory.

As Hakong slowly walked down the altar, some of the low-level vampires on the periphery fell, their air-dried bodies shattered, their bodies reduced to dust and powder, ritually stripped of their souls and offered to the demon god.

"Congratulations, Lord Hakong!" The necromancer walked in from outside the chamber and looked at the vampire lord who was guarded in the middle.

"Thank you for me to your queen." Hakong glanced at the other party and said slowly.

"No, no, Lord Hakong, we're here to invite you to meet with the Queen, just like last time, it's going to be a win-win cooperation," the necromancer shook his head at Hakong's words, "this time, no one can stand in the way of the returning Queen." ”

Hakong pondered for a moment, then smiled, "Okay, then let's go." ”

Stepping out of the Hall of the Dead, the gloomy weather shielded Hakong and his vampires from the sun, and a pack of terrifying-looking death hounds roamed the streets. Resurrected skeletons and zombies roam aimlessly without the deliberate control of the High Vampires and Necromancers.

"Who are those?" Hakong's eyes looked at the city gate, where a small group of soldiers was battling the undead that surged from time to time.

"It's just a couple of Storm Cloak soldiers, and we'll be able to get it done in no time." A high-ranking vampire stood beside Hakong and said, with a playful tone in his tone.

"Stop playing, we're going to leave here and head to Dugu City, there's more souls waiting for us to harvest." Hakong frowned, although he also enjoyed the desperate cruelty of watching his prey, but now he didn't have the heart to do so.

With that, Hakong waved his right hand, and a short-range teleportation magic brought him and several other vampires who were equally capable of transformation to the city wall, and they quickly disappeared into the sky above Makas City with their miniature wings spread behind their backs.

[You comrades-in-arms will be unbearable, you are really boring, is it fun to play like this? ] 】

"It's okay, it's not bad." A punch knocked out the Death Hound that pounced, and Milak began to get serious.

"Mira, we can't hold it anymore, it's time to withdraw, we just need to report the situation here to Lord Ufrik." A Stormcloaked soldier with his helmet already off shouted panting.

After getting along for a period of time, they know that this seemingly weak girl has the strength to overturn a bear with her bare hands, and has the habit of talking to herself, although she is reckless when she acts together, she can protect the lives of her teammates every time, so most of the time she will let go of some of her willful behavior.

But right now, these vampires are not something they can deal with, and the small number of necromancers summoned by the other party is too much for them to deal with.

"Alright, let's go." A sword slammed away the arrows fired by the skeleton archer, and Milak waved his hand unconcernedly, "Exit through the city gates, I will stop them." ”

"Then you can resist it." Several of the Stormcloaked soldiers shrank back together and quickly retreated from the open gate.

The vampires seemed to notice their actions and commanded more Death Hounds to surround them.

Standing at the city gate, Milak looked at these guys who had gathered around, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then an angry roar sounded from his mouth, and the cold frost instantly sealed the city gate.

"You guys go quickly, I won't go back." Looking back at his stunned teammates, Milak said with a smile.

"Dragonborn!?"