By the time Zhang Lin and the others returned to Skar Village, most of them had recovered well, except for a few villagers who were still very weak.

The process of purifying the sacred stone went smoothly, and I originally thought that the tree stone that had been imprisoned in the temple by Milak before would be a trouble, but it is estimated that with the departure of Mirak, the confinement power on the tree stone also faded, and it only took a little more time to restore the last holy stone to its original state.

The wind and snow stopped, and the bright sun shone through the village, reflecting a dazzling white light from the snow on the roofs and on the ground, and compared to the black elves who did not see the sun for many years in the south of Southam Island in the direction of the Red Mountain, the Skars who lived on the north side of the island still encountered many sunny times of the year.

In the past two hundred years, several subsequent eruptions of the Red Mountain have changed almost the entire ecological environment of Morrowind, causing a large number of Black Elves to lose their homes and displace, and the giant fleas that the Black Elves used to use as mounts have also disappeared.

Some of the young men in the village were handling the freshly caught prey, and in their hands, a short skinning knife did not take much effort to completely peel off the fur of the prey, a skill that had been passed down from generation to generation, and it seemed that even the demon god Mora was interested.

Female villagers handle freshly caught fish from the sea and remove stocks of vegetables from their cellars, which are worth far more than meat on Southam Island.

With a joyful expression on everyone's face, and the gloom that had long hung over their heads is gone, it is a day to celebrate.

Seeing Zhang Lin and his party appear at the entrance of the village, Shaman Stone was the first to greet him.

"You really have faith in us." Zhang Lin smiled and looked at Shi Dong who was full of spring breeze.

"I've believed from the beginning that you can do it, and now it seems that I am not mistaken, you are Scarr's benefactor and Scarr's forever friend." The wrinkles on his face were crowded with smiles, and the stone shaman was delighted.

After introducing Zhang Lin to the villagers, who had liberated the village from the power of Mirak, they felt a wave of enthusiasm from the villagers before they could celebrate, and each family kept stuffing their own things into their arms, such as a large basket of salted fish, handicrafts made of walrus ivory, and cotton boots sewn from animal skins.

Neither gold nor jewelry, but these were heartfelt thanks.

In the evening, a celebratory feast was held in the center of the village, a huge bonfire dispelled the cold in the snow, and roasted walrus meat was constantly brought to everyone, and the villagers drank hot wine, because they had drunk a lot of wine, and Freya, with a ruddy face, came to the middle of the crowd and sang in a voice that was a little rough for women, and many of the villagers drank softly.

Until nightfall, the enthusiasm gradually dissipated, and the villagers who had packed up everything went back to their rooms to rest, but Zhang Lin and Shi Dong, who were sitting around in the village hall and chatting, ushered in an unexpected visitor.

"Looks like I missed a big party!" A dark elf mage with a light cluster of illumination in his hand stood in the doorway.

"Neros? What are you doing here? Stone looked at each other with a frown.

The old mage rarely visited the village of Scar, and Stone had heard in his grandfather's generation that the black elf mage had come to the island before the Red Mountain erupted, an ancient and mysterious fellow who no one knew how long he had lived.

Although Neros claims to be a respected mage, at least before the island's catastrophe, most of Stone's casual conversations with the Black Elves of Ravenstone were described as an old madman.

"Why, aren't you welcome?"

Stone hesitated, but still let the other party in, he didn't need to offend an ancient mage in such a matter, although the past few contacts did not find malicious intent from the other party, but this was all based on ignorance.

"It's a pleasure to see you again." Looking at Zhang Lin and his party sitting in the hall, Nellos smiled and said hello.

"Looks like Master Neros has managed to get what he wants?" Kashia held a cup of hot tea in both hands, and the pervasive heat formed a white veil in front of her.

"Thanks to you, I had good luck on this trip."

Neros, who was in a good mood, put down his shelf rarely, "I came here this time, and I need to find you for something." ”

"Oh?" Kashia looked at each other suspiciously.

I saw Nellos slowly unwrap the leather wrapped around the cube-shaped object in his hand, and the black cover was soon exposed.

Kexia frowned as she watched Nellos' movements, "Have you also become a servant of Mora?" ”

"No, it's just a deal," Nellos shook his head, he wouldn't be controlled by the Daedric so easily, and this wasn't the first time he had traded with Mora, "Mora wants to meet you, because Miss Dragonborn you don't want to open the book, so he can only entrust me to come to you." ”

This time, Kexia's face was even more ugly, and it was not a good thing for the demon god to take the initiative to find her, but soon, the temperature of Zhang Lin's palm pressing on the back of her hand made her feel at ease, ready to see what the other party wanted to do.

Shaman Stone also pulled his daughter back a few steps, in Skar's ancient beliefs, Mora was described as a devil who was good at deception, and anyone who came into contact with Mora would not end well.

What's more, Mora, who wants to keep all the knowledge in his hands, has always coveted the secrets that Skar has passed down from generation to generation.

It was just a joke to say that Mora wanted to get a unique walrus skinning method from Skar, and Stone knew that what the other party really wanted was the secret hidden in Skal's ancient beliefs that distinguished him from the Nords.

It is rumored that Mora even has a way of killing other demon gods, so the secret contained in this belief in the Holy Spirit and Demon God, which is different from any other race, is impossible to let go of easily.

As the Dark Sutra that Neros had brought out of the dwarven ruins was fully revealed, the temperature in the hall seemed to drop by a few degrees, similar to when it was outside the Temple of Mirak, just sitting on the table, and before it was opened, an unpleasant aura was revealed from the cover.

Zhang Lin looked at the Black Elf Archmage with interest, and he didn't know how the other party managed to open the mechanism of the dwarf ruins without the help of others, maybe he played his true colors as a pit apprentice again, and let the unlucky apprentice complete some work for him in the dangerous ruins.

The heavy scripture was slowly opened, the distorted words on the title page seemed to be constantly shaking, a black vortex appeared above the magic scripture, the words on the page writhed like tadpoles and converged on the vortex, and deeper darkness began to slowly emerge.