Mirak, the first dragon sacrifice, was blessed by the dragon god of time, Akashto, the first dragonborn. He was once a dragon priest of the Tymriel Worship Dragons, but he betrayed his dragon lords and devoured their souls - a dragonborn power.

Soon, his devouring of the dragon's soul was revealed, and the leader of the dragon sacrifice, Wallock, found him in Southam, and the battle between them ripped Thatham from the Skyrim Province, ending in Mirak's defeat.

In his dying moments, he was rescued by the demon god of Dedra, Hermaius Mora, and became a librarian in Mora's Realm of Annihilation.

But he still wants to fight against fate, the fate of the Dragonborn, to defeat Alduin the Devourer of Worlds. He didn't want to be born with his own destiny arranged, which is one of the reasons why he chose to kill his dragon master.

He was arrogant and complacent, but he did not lose his mind, he knew Mora's intentions for him, and he was secretly planning it.

He used the Wind Stone to manipulate the people of Southam in an attempt to resurrect himself, but the last Dragonborn joined forces with the Dedra Demon God Mora to kill him.

The roar of the last broodborn tore through Milak's internal organs, and Mora's tentacles pierced Milak's chest.

Mirac is strong, so Mora needs the help of the last Dragonborn to be able to kill him.

But the dead Milak did not regret it, he managed to escape from the anome and gain a new life, but the dragon's soul on his body was sucked away by the last dragonborn, and everything had to start from scratch.

But until now, Milac still remembers the scene when he was killed by the last Dragonborn and Mora teaming up.

The black water around him boiled, and the last dragonborn raised the sword in his hand and looked at Mirak as a victor, the blood on the sword dripping on Mirak's face.

But looking at the appearance of the last dragonborn, Milak just thought it was ridiculous.

Congratulations to Mora's servant for a more powerful one.

By that time, Milak had already decided that his fight against fate had failed, that he was just a pawn abandoned by the Demon God, and that Mora had found a more suitable servant for him.

Milak remembered what he had said to the Dragonborn after being stabbed in the chest by Mora.

"Dragonborn, Mora will do to you as I would have treated me, be careful......"

Let's hope that stupid errand guy will listen to it, defeating Alduin, it's really strong, but the next thing he's going to face is one of the Demon Gods of Dedra.

Absorbing all of the dragon's souls in him, the last dragonborn might be able to escape in front of Mora.

Milak was a little drowsy, and the absence of the dragon's soul had greatly reduced his strength.

In a daze, Milak had already arrived in front of the huge Colosseum.

Although St. Landuo has the existence of the Holy Light Holy See, and the overall atmosphere is much better than that of the southern world, there is still a place to please the audience with blood.

After all, this is also a need to vent.

The Colosseum was piled up with yellow stones, and the entrance was enclosed by a cold iron fence, and two strong men with strong waists and eyebrows stood at the entrance, their strong muscles intimidating.

Milak was about to enter the entrance when he was stopped.

Before Milak could speak, a strong man grabbed his companion and bowed to his head.

"Welcome to the court mage, we have prepared a VIP table for you, and we hope you have a good time. The strong man nodded, and before Milak could react, he was inexplicably led to the VIP seat of the Colosseum, and the nobles of Saint Landuo on the side saw the golden pattern on Milak's body, and they also stopped shouting, and nodded their heads one after another.

"Kill, go, kill him, kill him!"

"I'll beat you all over!

"Oh oh oo

"Kill that monster and rip his intestines out!"

There were also many nobles mixed in with the shouting personnel.

There was a primal desire here, and the nobles and commoners who came in for entertainment were eager for the gladiators to be stained with blood, and the exciting and bloody scenes were just what they needed.

In the center of the Colosseum, a bloodied, shirtless warrior with a shield and spear in his hand, step by step, circled dozens of pitch-black velociraptors.

But he looked a little tired, and the corpses of many beasts lay in pools of blood, but his enemies were constantly being released from their cages by the staff, and for a moment, he looked a little helpless.

"What are you afraid of! Get on them! Kill them! Pay money to make you kill, not to make you dance like a clown!" a civilian threw a banana peel and smashed it into the helmet on the gladiator's head. Many civilians echoed his actions and prepared to throw more bananas. But it was soon suppressed by the strong man who managed the order on the side.

These people are like this, once the primitive desire is stimulated, it is almost impossible to stop, and the originally gentle and kind person will be greatly changed, as if he is drunk, and he is very different from usual.

The nobles of St. Lando were quite restrained, and their usual good upbringing allowed them to know how to better adjust their emotions, but even so, there were still nobles who took off their gorgeous clothes and held it high, and their voices were heard from the VIP seats to the center of the Colosseum.

"Warriors, kill these beasts, this will be your reward!" the nobleman shouted.

Most of the gladiators who fought the beasts were from poor families, and they fought for gold in a place where ordinary people could hardly survive, and a nobleman's costume was almost enough to cover their expenses for several months.

But the gladiator didn't react, he just gently dropped the banana peel behind him, and continued to look for a breakthrough in the velociraptor group.

The velociraptor in front of him grinned, and a thick stench emanated from its snort, causing the gladiator to frown.

The gladiator took a step back and lured the velociraptor a little further, before the spear stabbed into the velociraptor in the chest, taking a velociraptor with life.

He flicked his spear, slapped his shield, and provoked the velociraptors around him who did not dare to step forward.

The black velociraptors were hungry, and they were starved for days before being released to show off a feast of blood.

But what they didn't expect was that they were too frightened by a tired gladiator to step forward, and they cowered and circled with him.

Mirak's eyes flickered, and he saw that there was a warrior in the Colosseum who was challenging many small versions of the three-meter dragon, and he staggered forward, jumping straight into the Colosseum, despite the pull of the nobles on the side.

"Dragon Soul...... Dragon Soul ......"

Milak's eyes seemed to glow green, and the velociraptor he was targeting trembled all over, standing still and not daring to move.

Everyone present spotted Mirak, and they all fell silent for several seconds before cheering.

A human who looked like a host spun around from a lifting platform and picked up the communication crystal in his hand.

"Oh, oh, oh, it looks like today's Beast Smash Bros. has ushered in a new challenger!"

"Our court mage of Saint Lando!"

The audience erupted in fierce applause and cheers, and with the host's subdued words, the scene was extremely hot.

Milak covered his ears and crouched on the ground.

"Really...... Noisy. ”