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Rich Chapter 54: Die together

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    After taking the opponent's life-threatening attack and still being unharmed, if such a scene had happened in the previous tug-of-war between Maidenaki and the crow hag, then the fighting spirit of Maidenaki's side would have been completely shattered.  Fortunately, the two parties participating in the war are not flesh-and-blood humans, but corpses without any emotion or humanity. The concept of fighting spirit does not exist for them.  When the red eagle ignored the suicidal dragon roar of the ghoul lord and emerged from the fog intact, its enemies did not show any fear or surprise. The ghoul soldiers still rushed towards them one after another.  The enemy, even if he himself will soon be shattered into layers of bones piled at the opponent's feet.  On the Red Eagle side, no one would make any cheering move. The Heart of Thorns ghouls followed closely behind the leader and pushed deeper into the enemy formation as a group.  Ghouls do not have the emotion of fear, but this does not mean that they can be invincible in a war. The disparity in strength always exists objectively.  Like destroying the dead, under the leadership of Red Eagle, the Heart of Thorns ghouls tore the enemy's line into a big hole.  There is nothing the Old Nord ghouls can do to stop the Red Eagles from moving forward. Although they are large in number, if the situation continues to develop, there will come a time when they will be killed by the Heart of Thorns ghouls who have the upper hand.  Kill them all.  The ghouls were harvested in patches like straw under a scythe, and the ghoul lords also died one after another under the fierceness of the red eagle. The ancient Nord ghoul camp could not produce any  A character that can be confronted head-on. ?¡­ ?Just when the war situation was showing a one-sided situation, a new situation emerged.  The sharp sword pierced the sky.  The dazzling light caught me off guard as I was closely watching the changing situation on the battlefield, and I closed my eyes reflexively.  When I opened my eyes again, I realized what had just happened through the afterimage of my vision. A fatal arc shot from a distance and hit Red Eagle's body!  The person who cast this electric arc was a guy dressed very differently from other ancient Nord ghouls.  The shiny golden scales on its body look like the scales on the chest of a giant dragon at first glance; the lavender cloth robe hangs like dragon wings under his outstretched arms, flying high in the wind.  It is fluttering; in addition, there is a familiar mask on its face, which makes me full of reverie about its true identity hidden under the mask.  This strange visitor floated with his feet off the ground at low altitude and flew steadily towards the battlefield. At the same time, he kept condensing thunderbolts in his hands and shot them in the direction of the red eagle.  Judging from the respectful eyes of the ancient Nord ghouls looking up.  This guy is probably the leader of the Ancient Nord ghouls.  The withered limbs are exposed.  This shows that it also belongs to the category of ghouls, but after careful observation, I did not see any signs of being infected by "Namira's rotten things" on it, which allows it to freely absorb the elements without any scruples.  Power pours on the enemy.  One arc after another shot through the air and hit Red Eagle's body. The stimulation of the electric current disrupted the flow of magic power in Red Eagle's body.  It makes its steps weak and body posture stiff.  The scorching hot air waves that were constantly bursting out from its body were also forcibly stopped due to the disturbance of the current.  Seeing the leader being bombarded by enemy spells one after another.  The Heart of Thorns ghouls who were eager to protect the Lord immediately crossed from both sides to the front of the red eagle, using their bodies to block the path of the arc for the red eagle, giving it precious breathing time.  I still don¡¯t know what kind of change this weird-looking guy will have on the battlefield after he joins the battlefield.  What I care about most now is this person's true identity.  Not long after I arrived in the world of Nirn, I met Uncle Musk at the Coldfall Temple, a ruins of the ancient Nords. He was the first guide I met in this world.  The mask he wore at that time left a deep impression on me, and even the pseudonym he devised for himself was derived from that mask of his.  Uncle Musk handed his mask into my hands before leaving. Unfortunately, I did not bring this mask with me to Rich.  Although I couldn't make a physical comparison on site, I was still able to confirm that the two masks had very similar styles and textures.  The only fundamental difference is the material of the mask: the mask in my hand is made of wood, while the mask worn by the man on the battlefield is made of metal. From a distance, it looks like red-hot wrought iron.  Why does it have such a mask?  What meaning do these masks hold?  Is there any connection between it and Uncle Musk?  Why is it now hanging out with a bunch of ancient Nord wights?  How is it different from other ghouls?  What is its purpose here?  A long list of questions piled up in my mind, and I didn¡¯t know where to start.  However, the time left for me to think is very limited right now, so I have to return my attention to the battlefield.  A lightning magician wearing an iron mask?Slowly, there will soon be a duel between heavyweights in front of my eyes, and this will determine the fate of many people.   After a period of time, the weak Red Eagle finally recovered from the violent oscillation of the electric current. He put his hand on the hilt of the long sword at his waist and stared at the iron-faced mage in front of him.  It dare not be careless in the slightest.  Coming across the ocean of the zombie army, the Iron-faced Mage landed from mid-air, still maintaining a suspended posture with his toes touching the ground.  No emotional fluctuations could be seen from its solid iron surface, and the withered hands were once again filled with brilliant magical light.  Another thick arc of electricity rushed out, but this time the red eagle was already prepared for defense. The long sword standing in front of it barely blocked this lightning-fast strike, and the violent electric current was completely blocked.  Imported into the ground.  Immediately afterwards, without waiting for the opponent to take action again, Hongying raised his sword high and launched a counterattack first.  It seems that Hongying understands very well that the uniqueness of lightning magic is to weaken the enemy's combat effectiveness.  Now you are facing an expert in lightning magic, surrounded by countless zombies who are ready to move and have malicious intentions. If you get into a fight with him, the situation will inevitably develop in a direction that is unfavorable to you.  A quick decision is the wisest choice.  The red eagle ran at full speed with lightning speed.  All the zombies that stood in front of it along the way were chopped into pieces by the violent airflow.  It is really unimaginable that the withered body that was made into a mummy could actually explode with such terrifying mobility and impact.  The Iron-faced Mage probably didn¡¯t expect that the other party had such powerful physical power. Facing the red eagle that came in with a fierce momentum, it no longer kept any secrets.  The majestic magic power began to surround the Iron Masked Mage's body, manifesting in the form of a lightning storm.  The zombies waiting beside it couldn't bear to be disturbed. They inserted their weapons into the ground and held them tightly to prevent themselves from being sucked into pieces by the storm.  However, the erosion of "Namira's corruption" has already destroyed the body foundation of the ancient Nord ghouls.  The Iron Mask Mage's power continued to surge uncontrollably, and the current surrounding it became stronger and stronger, gradually exceeding the critical point that the ancient Nord ghoul could withstand.  In the end, all the surrounding Ancient Nord ghouls were sucked into the storm.  The rotten bones made the sharp lightning even more sinister.  The Red Eagle, who charged alone, seemed to be far weaker than the Iron Masked Mage.  But having seen the power of the Red Eagle before, I clearly understand that it is because the Red Eagle has not yet unleashed its full power.  Just when he was about to rush into the death storm of the Iron-faced Mage, the long sword in Red Eagle's hand glowed red, and suddenly even the dazzling electric light surrounding the opponent's body became eclipsed.  In order to kill with one strike.  The Redhawk exploded to its full potential.  It is no longer just one person and one sword that stabs the Iron Masked Mage.  But a blood-red glow.  The withered face of the Iron Mask Master was hidden under the mask and could not show any fluctuations, but I could clearly feel an extremely shocked emotion from his body language.  Before the official fight, they fell into a critical moment of life and death.  A dragon-headed staff appeared in the hands of the Iron-faced Mage.  With the waving of the staff, angry thunderclouds emerged in the air, emitting deadly electricity unbridled, trying to block Red Eagle's indomitable progress.  However, at this time, there was nothing that could stop the red eagle, which had turned into a streak of red lightning. The blood-red sword energy swept away the gloomy thunderclouds like the newborn red sun, and followed its owner towards  into the enemy's chest!  The two turbulent torrents collided in the center of the battlefield, as if the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering.  The entire battlefield was severely affected. Broken corpses were flying everywhere, shattered into powder under the heavy thunder, or turned into fly ash under the burning flames. Within a radius of several hundred meters with the explosion point as the center, there was no one.  Any wight can survive.  ¡­ After the dust cleared, the thunderstorm was still raging on the battlefield regardless of friend or foe. A huge crater appeared in the center of the battlefield, but the two parties in the duel had disappeared.  The Heart of Thorns ghouls suffered the heaviest losses. All of them followed closely behind Red Eagle. The fierce battle just now affected most of them, and the loss of their troops accounted for nearly 90% of the original number.  Although the losses of the Ancient Nord ghouls were equally shocking, they still had countless reserve forces that could be put into use, which was far beyond what the remaining less than a hundred Heart of Thorns ghouls could defeat.  A small group of Heart of Thorns ghouls were surrounded in a small circle.  If they had human intelligence, they could easily fight their way out and escape.  But their essence is war weapons made by crow hags, and there is no word "escape" in their dictionary.  The encircling circle is getting smaller and smaller, gradually closing in, until the last little gap?Completely submerged by the tide of ancient Nord ghouls.  The Heart of Thorns wights and the Forsworn army brought by the Crow Hag were all wiped out.  Is everything over?  No, not yet.  The ultimate goal of this group of ancient Nord ghouls is not to eliminate the power of the crow hags on the battlefield, but They are looking at the cliff where we are! ?¡­ ?A tidal wave of Old Nord ghouls finally gathered right below us.  They are indeed coming for Iola.  In carrying out the orders given by the Lady of Decay, Iola sneaked into the tombs where they lived to spread the strain.  If everything is normal, the wights that have been sown with "Namira's Corruption" will rot unknowingly in their sleep, and they will not know what is happening to them.  However, what Aiola didn¡¯t expect was that there was a powerful being buried in that tomb.  It saw through Iola's behavior and drove her out, awakened all the ghouls before they were all corrupted, and led them on the road to revenge.  Now, they finally found their rightful owner!  Iola is suspended in mid-air. If the Ancient Nord ghouls want to insert the sharp blades in their hands into Iola, they must first climb up the cliff and let go of my hand to let Iola and I fall.  Of course I won't just sit back and watch this happen.  "Fus!" Several ghouls who were climbing clumsily were knocked off the cliff and fell to pieces.  "Fus!" The fragile bodies of several ghouls were directly shattered into pieces under the impact of the roar.  ¡°Fus!¡± ¡­ The ancient Nord ghouls tried every possible means, but failed to climb up the cliff.  But they did not give up revenge.  Soon, they seemed to be inspired by me, and they came up with a vicious idea. The Ancient Nord ghouls began to gather directly below us, forming a semicircular queue against the cliff.  "aavdilon!" "logaaz, mallir!" "dirvolaan!" The ghoul choir sang the melody of death loudly right below us. Hanging on the cliff, we were struck like bells by battering rams from all directions.  With.  Iola was hanging directly below me. She blocked most of the shock waves for me, but she also suffered more serious injuries.  When I turned my head with difficulty and glanced at her from the corner of my eye, she had become a bloody person.  I was dizzy and tried my best just to keep from falling.  Let this end quickly!  (To be continued)
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