Potmar slowly walked back to the room, and the ghost maid who followed her stepped back at her command.

"Come out, I know you're watching."

There were apparently no outsiders in the room, and in fact, Portmar was speaking to the staff in her hand.

However, the face at the top of the staff still maintains an exaggerated expression with a wide open mouth.

Potmar became impatient, and sat on the edge of the bed, tapping her staff again and again.

"Are you bothering me and my old friends to catch up, is there anything you can't talk about in the evening, or are you in a hurry to eat the fish sticks I made? This thing can't be rushed, it requires very delicate thinking, and it just so happens that I don't have ...... right now."

A man dressed in a half-red, half-purple robe suddenly appeared in Portmar's room, with short, shiny gray hair that looked like it hadn't been washed in a long time.

"Your staff, Vabajack, is just as irritating as you are."

"You mean that?" The man stretched out his finger and pointed at the staff, and the staff carved with a distorted human face suddenly let out a piercing scream, like a duck choked by the throat.

"Enough! I didn't ask you to put on such a farce for me. The staff's anomaly made Portmar frown, "Let this thing be normal." ”

"It's always normal, and you don't understand the fun it brings." The man was unmoved by Potmar's complaints, but instead kept bursting flames and lightning from his staff as his fingers and playing the harp, causing a mess of the room.

Potmar suddenly realized that he couldn't ask a madman to become normal, especially since this was a mad demon god, an existence that was more elusive than ordinary madmen.

"It's so boring, can't you just laugh?" Shelgra raised his hand to pat the sparks from his hair, looked at the expressionless Portmar and shook his head.

"I should have torn Peggiraos's soul to shreds." Potmar looked at Shergela coldly.

The Pegillaos she refers to is the famous "Mad King" in Skyrim's history, and her nephew, who is rumored to be influenced by her curse, but after her resurrection, she scoffs at it, it is just a whimsical guy who doesn't fit in with everyone around her.

"It's a good thing you didn't, or I would have lost a friend." Shergela spread his hands, "But what you want to do is not going to succeed. ”

"You don't have to worry about it."

"Hey, it's boring, it's boring......" Shergra slapped his staff on it with some amusement, and then disappeared into place.

Potmar picked up the staff again, and a large amount of magic poured into her body from above, and she suddenly smiled with satisfaction.

The thick fog spread out of the fortress, and countless ghosts surrounded it, and the souls that had been sleeping under the land were awakened by Potmar, and the power from the souls was constantly absorbed by her, and the blue glow in her eyes became more and more intense.

......

A thick fog shrouded the coastal plain northeast of Dugu City, and even if you didn't need a sentinel to investigate, you could know that Portmar was in it.

The Imperial troops gathered on the periphery of the fog, and the occasional screech in the fog made the horses snort uneasily, and the hooves of the horses tossed deep marks in the mud.

Dressed in armor with the Imperial Golden Dragon, Tulius reached out and gently patted his horse's neck to soothe its uneasy emotions.

"Didn't the people from Oufric come?" Tulius asked the lieutenant beside him.

"They're going to attack on the other side." Ricky said, turning her head sideways.

"Let the soldiers prepare."

With that in mind, Tullius turned his gaze to the Dragonborn's location, surrounded by a group of warriors and mages dressed in a variety of different styles, and he couldn't tell from the armor the characteristics of any of the forces on the continent of Tamriel.

Although these people look like a group of ragtags, his intuition tells him that the strength of those people should not be underestimated.

......

Hakong never imagined that he would finally be resurrected again, but he was almost killed by the people who betrayed his daughter.

"Damn, who the hell is that elf?"

Hakong's figure turned into a red light and flew quickly in the sky, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his bluestone-like skin was covered with scorch marks, and a huge wound was torn open by a sharp blade on his strong chest.

A red streak appeared on the surface of his skin, pressed under the palm of his left chest, leaving only a hole in the place where the heart had been.

The wound healed much slower than he had imagined, and if it weren't for Moragbar's gift that transformed his body into the real Didra, growing a new Majin heart, he might have died again.

The coastline came into Hakong's sight, and he hurriedly fell, the demon god's mace still clinging to his hand, the power transmitted from above to maintain his vitality.

As soon as he landed, Hakong felt several vampire minions approaching his location, and he would soon recover.

A few minutes later, several figures appeared in front of Hakon that were not quite what he had imagined.

Several tall, blood-red figures stood in front of Hakong, tentacles with bone spurs extending from their backs, waving in midair.

If he hadn't felt the power of his own blood in them, Hakong wouldn't have been able to determine that these were his servants.

"What's going on with you?" Hakong asked in a deep voice.

"Roar—" The vampire minions did not answer Hakong's words, and their bloodshot eyes looked at the vampire lord with no obedience, but instead roared with a bloodthirsty desire.

Seeing this scene, Hakong's originally relaxed mind tensed again, he didn't know what happened to these guys, but no matter how you look at it, it's not a good thing.

A mutated vampire seemed to be unable to restrain his inner desires anymore and lunged straight at Hakong.

Hakong flew away and struck it with a mace, although in front of the powerful demon artifact, the defense of the mutant vampire was not much different from that of a piece of paper, but the touch that was fed back to Hakong during the attack made him notice that the red skin on the other party's body was originally covered with a layer of red chitin.

Even though his arm was smashed by a hammer, the mutant vampire didn't realize it, not only did his movements not be affected in the slightest, but the tentacles on his back writhed directly towards Hakong.

Several other mutated vampires also moved at the same time, surrounding Hakong.

"Damn, what the hell is going on!?"