"It seems that that guy is quite vigilant......" Bernardo, who was hiding in the dark corner of the inner hall, secretly looked at the men who were standing in the middle of the hall, surrounded by layers of mage apprentices and ghost puppets, and thought to himself.

Just now, he held the "Cold Crack" in his hand, driving the destruction magic of the upper position, and smashed all the way from the entrance into the deepest ritual hall.

Wandering souls are defeated, powerful curses are dispelled, and tricky mechanisms are broken.

The obstacles set up by Mo Keran in order to prevent possible intruders became vulnerable in front of the dragonborn boy, and the boy didn't even bother to turn on the shadow magic, and killed him directly all the way as if he had entered a no-man's land.

And what made Mo Keran panic the most was that many of the souls that he had arranged outside the hall were all whispering "thank you" to him after being killed by the young man!

Think about it, how can brave and strong, arrogant and blood-eating warriors be willing to die for a necromancer who has deprived them of their freedom?

However, when he burst into the vicinity of this hall, the boy suddenly activated the shadow magic of the upper position, completely hiding himself in the darkness.

The reason is simple: although the soldiers and puppets created by Mo Keran have such and such shortcomings, Mo Keran himself is still a powerful necromancer. Besides, there was no way to know what the level of the apprentices he had left behind was, and it was impossible to determine whether the denser soldier spirits in this hall were the elite left by Mo Keran to protect himself.

If it was a one-on-one heads-up, the teenager was confident that he could easily handle Mo Keran with one hand. Just kidding, the "Eternal Night Magician", who even the Black Elf Super Mage who has long occupied the position of Chief Archmage of Winterhold, said that he could not handle it, and Alice Belgrade, an old acquaintance of the "Eternal Champion" Tallinn, can only fight a tie with himself who can't open the "Dragon Form" when he is fully open. Unless it's a super-powerhouse like Vallock and Champion Cellordiel, or a transcendent being like the Holy Spirit and the Demon God, no one in this world can defeat yourself as a "Dragonborn" and "Ismir".

The problem now is that although the strength of the gang of miscellaneous fish in front of him is not as good as his own, he can't be hurt in this battle in any way - because the opponent he will face next is too strong, and he must eliminate all possibilities of defeat. Therefore, you can't take any risks, even though the risks don't seem very great.

The boy who continued to hide in the shadows continued to wait for the opportunity to attack.

"You idiots! You! You, and you! What are you still standing for! Go find that intruder, find that filthy rat and tear him to shreds for me! Mo Keran, who was standing in the center of the protective circle, roared loudly, commanding the apprentices behind him.

"Fool, disperse the apprentices who are much stronger than ordinary ghosts, and you will be one step closer to death." The boy sneered to himself and gently clenched the hilt of his sword.

Suddenly, in the invisible shadows, a figure suddenly appeared and disappeared.

The difference before and after is that there is a large amount of soul dust scattered on the ground.

"Enemy attack!" The people around immediately noticed this and shouted loudly. However, as soon as he spoke, a blood mark suddenly appeared on his neck and made him shut his mouth forever and fell to the ground.

"Good evening, Mr. Mokran, my 'senior'." Throwing off the blood on the sword casually, and then throwing a berserk into the crowd to kill each other, the young man looked coldly at Mo Keran, who was only a dozen meters away from him.

"You...... You...... You are Ah Ran...... Was it sent by Phoenix? Mo Keran's voice was trembling, and he barely could speak, and he held his breath to ask the question.

"Maybe it's the Stendhal Watchman? Maybe it's ......" The young man's figure suddenly disappeared, and then a voice came from the other side, "Meritia! ”

Before the words fell, the young man rushed up with a sharp blade, and the cold air of the glass sword body was pressing, and it was even more vigorous under the deliberate blessing of the young man. In an instant, the boy burst into a place less than three meters away from Mo Keran!

At this time, Mo Keran suddenly felt calm. He quickly pinched his hands, and several barriers of "obstacle techniques" were formed. Although the boy seemed to break through the obstacle without pressure and continued to rush forward, Mo Keran understood that in fact, the boy's movements were already half a beat, and this defense had bought him enough time!

One sideways dodged the boy's stabbing - at this time, Mo Keran realized the power of the boy's blow, and the sword after the explosion of fighting spirit directly pierced the dozens of ghosts behind him, leaving a small hole in the wall made of ebony rock, and it also exuded a trace of cold air.

"Drink!" The boy who couldn't make a sword and wanted to do it again found that he had been blocked by several ghosts and couldn't sprint again. Therefore, the boy waved his hand casually, and several shockwaves splashed out, blowing away the obstructor in front of him. However, when Mo Keran faced the boy again, he had already put on several rings that shimmered green on his hand.

"It's a very high-grade enchanted product, it looks like it was produced by the Empire's mage union." The boy could see at a glance the purpose of these rings - they were all to replenish the supply of mana, and they also looked like very powerful accessories, "Why don't you take them out and use them in the first place?" ”

Mo Keran scolded in his heart again and again, I didn't have time to arrange the formation if you rushed in so quickly, and these life-saving goods are used a little less, if you don't look so strong, I won't use them all at once, while quickly driving the high-level Didra summoning technique.

Come out! "Majin King"! As he chanted, several black vortices appeared around the boy, but they quickly dissipated, and were replaced by several humanoid soldiers dressed in demon heavy armor!

As we all know, unlike mages such as destruction and change, summoning magic does not have the ability to directly attack the enemy, although most summoning mages will also practice several other types of spells to protect themselves, but Mo Keran has already seen that the young man in front of him seems to be higher than himself in terms of destruction and change—maybe even recovery and illusion—so he can only choose life-saving skills among the summoning spells he is best at.

Another well-known fact is that most mages have no melee ability, and the boy in front of him is a top-notch magic swordsman - not to mention sword skills, the mere fact that he can quickly drive the middle magic of berserk and magic energy bursts is enough to remind himself how terrifying the boy in front of him really is. Therefore, these hole cards can no longer be kept, they must be used in their entirety!

And the word "use it all", when used in practical operation, means that you need to summon the highest level of demons, the highest level of summons, the more the better!

As one by one demon warriors in heavy armor and carrying battle hammers and axes were summoned, one of the rings on Mo Keran's hand had become dull. He looked up and found that there were already fourteen demon kings surrounding the youth group in front of him.

Maybe even the combined siege of these fourteen people can't defeat the boy in front of him, but at least he can buy himself enough time to escape! Take the Dawnbreaker and your most precious notes, and continue your research in a ruined temple or tomb in Skyrim Province!

Things seemed to be developing as Mo Keran predicted - even though the young man was extremely powerful, he couldn't get out of it for a while under the siege of more than a dozen demons. He had already grabbed the necessities he had prepared in advance, quickly squeezed away the surprised apprentices and expressionless ghosts, and staggered towards the gate—