"Neros."

Keshia looked at the black elf mage who suddenly appeared, and she had a relationship with this old mage.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, young Dragonborn." Touching the goatee on his chin, Nellos walked over, "Looks like you haven't found Milak yet?" ”

"No, we've already fought each other." Kashia shook her head.

"Oh, then it looks like you didn't have anything to do with that guy." Neros laughed dryly, "After all, you're all dragonborn......"

"What the hell is this?" Serana interrupted Neros by holding up the uncovered object in her hand.

"It's a very interesting, but also dangerous thing," looking at the thing in Serana's hand, there was a hint of longing in Neros's red eyes, but he controlled it well, "It's the Dark Scripture, the demon god of knowledge and fate, the treasure of Hermeus Mora, this demon god always lures mortals to serve him with some forbidden knowledge. ”

Zhang Lin and Kexia glanced at each other, revealing a look of understanding.

Serana didn't seem to care too much, and with her hand she lifted the sheepskin that was wrapped around it, revealing the cover of the book.

The cover of the book is covered with tentacles and eyes that look like living creatures, and against the dark green cover, one can't help but feel a wave of nausea, and an indescribable horror haunts it.

Looking at the book, Serana seemed to hear a whisper tempting her to open it, but the next moment she put the sheepskin back on, and the strange feeling disappeared in an instant.

"I didn't expect you to be able to resist opening it." Nellos stroked his beard and smiled, "Many people can't resist this temptation, even if someone has stressed to them before that this thing is terrible. ”

"Looks like you've got a knack for it." Serana stood up and handed the Dark Sutra to Kashia, the feeling she had just felt was very uncomfortable.

"Of course, because I also have one, and I also know that there is also one in a dwarven ruin on the island that is about to sink into the water, which is not surprising, the Dwarf of Forging Mo has studied the taboo more than any race now, but fortunately this race has disappeared."

"So you've seen this thing?" Kashia looked at the other party, and to be honest, she was actually a little curious, an urge to open the book that tickled her heart.

"As long as it's knowledge, even if it's dangerous, it has its use, and Mora's knowledge is often useful." It seems that this dark elf mage does not mind receiving the knowledge of the demon god, and from his words, it can be heard that he has studied these dark forbidden knowledge quite a bit.

"So, do you want this book?" Raising the things in her hand, Kashia asked with a smile.

"Of course, I'm here for this," Nellos nodded, "but I'm not here to rob you, I can trade this book in my hand, or we can go to the Dwarven Ruins together, and that book is also related to the power that Milak has gotten." ”

Neros was clearly not satisfied with the Dark Sutra in his hand, he was just as interested in the power that Milak had gained, the lost dragon roars, and all kinds of spells, even if they might not be useful to him, but they were good subjects to study.

"Not interested."

Kexia came here just to find the whereabouts of Milak, and she was still very resistant to this forbidden knowledge, so she handed it to Zhang Lin, and Zhang Lin didn't want it, and after thinking about it, she casually threw the thing to the black elf mage.

"Oh, be careful." Although it was impossible for this thing to break at once, Nellos still carefully caught it, "So, let me take a look at it." With that, Nellos opened the magic scripture in his hand.

As the book was opened, Neros's movements suddenly stopped, and the whole person became like a phantom, Zhang Lin stretched out his hand and found that he had actually passed through the other party.

Originally, I thought that Nellos had a big heart, so he opened this book in front of them without warning, but I didn't expect that people didn't need to be guarded at all, and this thing seemed to make his soul and body go to another dimension.

"Shall we throw this guy here?" Serana asked.

Keshia shook her head and stared at the dark elf mage in front of her, "Let's see if he can get any news from Mirak on this." ”

It took about half an hour for Neros's figure to begin to solidify again.

"You can't look at this thing for too long," the returning black elf mage shook his head, and then noticed the three onlookers, "Oh, are you still here?" ”

"Is there anything in this that has anything to do with Milac?"

"This one really is," Nellos touched his beard, "and a dragon is trapped inside, saying that Milak abandoned it and betrayed Mora. ”

Once again, Milak had indeed left, and for a moment Kshia had lost the mind to turn the temple upside down.

"Are you really not going to go with me to that dwarven ruin?" Nellos still didn't give up on the idea of bringing some helpers with him.

Seeing that the three of them really didn't want to, Nellos didn't want to force it, it was already a surprise to him to get this book in the temple without much effort, and as for the dwarf ruins, he just had to work a little harder, and after a few polite words, he turned around and left.

After a while, Ciel and Freya, who had sent the unconscious villagers down the mountain, also returned, and at a glance they saw the body of the cultist on the ground.

"Did we miss something?"

"Nothing, a little thing." Zhang Lin downplayed what had just happened.

Freya invited the group to the village of Skar, saying that she wanted to thank them solemnly.

Anyway, now Milak couldn't find it for a while, so everyone stopped refusing and accepted the other party's invitation.

By the time they reached the meada hall at the foot of the mountain, Freya's companions had sent the villagers back to the village, and the wine-making house had been abandoned for a long time during the time that the Skars had been in possession.

After the mead hall, the village of Skar is not far away.

Although the Skars, who are a branch of the Nord, are very different in their customs and beliefs, their villages still maintain the traditional Nord style.

From a distance, a white cyclone rises vertically from the center of the village and then disperses through the air to form a translucent semicircle that protects the entire village inside.

"You're still maintaining this barrier?"

"My father was concerned that the impact of Mirak had not completely disappeared, especially since our village was too close to Mirak's temple." Freya sighed.

"It's time for them to rest, Milak has left Southam."

"That's good news, let's go, my father will be glad to see you."