The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Chapter 110 Chapter 109 Dust

The ancient prison in the Irina Tower Fortress, where soldiers once held prisoners of war, is now used by necromancers to hold their living materials.

There are many mage gathering places in Skyrim Province, and they often use living people as experimental subjects. For example, mages who practice destruction magic will tie kidnapped civilians to wooden stakes, or stuff them into iron cages and hang them up to make targets, and then use fireballs, ice picks, and electric shocks to destroy flesh and blood. Judging the power of the spell based on the damage.

The heart and flesh and blood of living people can be used as alchemy materials.

Corpses and souls can be used to practice necromancy.

In this barbaric age, the weak were treated like cattle and sheep.

Marin's apprentices began to select food for the teacher again. They came to the prison to select and evaluate the health of these living materials. Long-term hunger and harsh living conditions would make them weak and sick, and they would usually die within half a month. Lost, so the mages will first select the defective products to consume.

"Shouldn't we prepare some fresh and energetic souls for the teacher?" A cowardly mage saw that his companion picked another old man, and couldn't help wondering.

"Ah, come on, the teacher is now in Azura Star, he can't control you anymore, just feed him some souls. We have worked so hard to capture these living bodies, keep them for yourself .”

The old man, dying of starvation, spat on the mage's boots. Others uttered vicious, mournful curses, cursing them of a terrible death.

The mages seemed to be deaf. They didn't care about the prisoners' scolding at all. Instead, they were very happy, "Well, they are still alive. Why don't you have an autopsy before you die?"

"Okay. I need a gallbladder recently." "I want a leg bone for a flute. The previous one was broken."

"Then choose another woman."

They dragged a frail young woman out of prison, pulling her by the hair, ignoring her desperate pleas for mercy.

"Please, show kindness, please! I am afraid of pain! You can do whatever you want me to do, I am really afraid of pain... Oh, don't be like this..." She struggled and rolled on the wet ground, pale The body is like a skinned fish.

The mages left with two living bodies and entered another room. Then, a miserable, hoarse dying cry sounded, and after a few seconds, there was a sudden silence.

After a while, another woman screamed. This time, it lasted for a quarter of an hour. The sharp wailing echoed in the water-soaked fortress, like a dirge, high and low, repeating, but never able to penetrate. The enchanted barrier passes to the surface of the water.

Souls tainted by necromancy cannot even be classified into the kingdom of God, but can only be shattered into ashes little by little in a desolate place called the soul cairn.

The person behind the iron bars of the prison closed his eyes in pain.

Lake Irinata is so silent, beautiful in all seasons, indifferent to the evils of the world.

The spaceship landed on the sparkling water.

Dumbledore looked at the crumbling fortress, took out the Elder Wand, and tried to restore it with the Restoring Charm.

Amidst the roar of the lake, the broken city walls rose, the ancient bricks and stones were knocked loudly, and the walls and sentry towers were restored to their old appearance. Dumbledore's magic hadn't quite worked, and the main structure of the broken fortress remained buried deep in the lake.

Alania once looked at the scene of the restoration of Winterhold, and she was far more surprised than that. But she still finds it miraculous.

Moon Shadow made a comment, "Very interesting magic. Alania, this is not a reversal of time, you don't need to be surprised. It just awakens the memory of history, and it will be hindered by magical energy. This part of the fortress is protected by enchantment, so it cannot be repaired .”

"It seems that we must enter the fortress. Let me take the lead." Dumbledore also worked very hard to attract new professors to apply.

Moon Shadow waved her hand, her tone was flat - this was a kind of calm that Dumbledore was familiar with.

"Insidious rats soaked in water, since they are willing to stay in such a place and think they can rest easy, let them be buried under the deep water forever."

She raised her hands high and chanted a mantra, and the magical energy dispersed in the heaven and earth gathered in her hands.

A group of bright starlight condensed, like a blue spar.

[Starfall]

Dumbledore hurriedly stopped: "Please wait. There may be innocent people here."

The magic meteor in Yueying's hand slowly dissipated. She looked at the old human mage with a look of joy or contempt, "Is this the justice you are used to?"

Dumbledore nodded: "To deal with powerful evil, you need to be brave, and to deal with weak evil, you need patience and caution. Justice is not the sun, but a scale. Even a speck of dust must be measured clearly."

Moon Shadow laughed briskly, "It seems that we have disagreements, but I really should learn human morality. If that's the case, let's drive these mice out of their holes."

She chanted the ancient incantation again, the magic that had never been recorded in any volume, resonating with the bones of the earth, calling the raging tide of the lake.

The lake water broke through the barrier of the water-soaked fortress, and rampaged through the inner passages.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and in his profound transfiguration magic, the waters of the lake condensed into galloping horses and lions, chasing the waves. The herd fell the necromancers, broke through their iron prisons, and carried the innocent trapped within them.

The lake surged layer by layer, sweeping every corner of the Irina Tower Fortress.

The necromancers trapped inside panicked, the skeletons and corpses they raised could not resist the surging water waves, and the rough destruction magic could not stop the water beast's charge. Only to be defeated one by one, wrapped in the lake water, flowing with the waves like a soaked corpse.

Moon Shadow's magic chant became bigger and bigger, piercing through the lake and reaching every corner. The water waves gathered on the north bank rose high, like a tornado, pulling up the sunken fortress, squeezing it loudly, and the deep masonry crumbled and disintegrated under the reciprocating impact.

The water currents inside and outside the fort converged, bringing out the people inside, washing them to the shore like sand and sand.

There were 14 necromancers in black robes, 21 innocent prisoners, and more than 100 skeletons.

Howling from the weary and weakened survivors, they pounced on the unconscious necromancers with all their might.

The evoked corpses also pounced on the survivors.

They wrestle.

"No! My brother, stop being a tiger's minion! Let me set you free!"

Most of the survivors looked pained, and the corpses they fought with were also their acquaintances.

"Look, there are indeed survivors." Dumbledore heaved a sigh of relief, "It's totally worth it."

Moon Shadow looked at these undead creatures, showing sincere disgust, "False recovery is worse than lies. You will all be wiped out!"

Silver starlight flew out of her hand, and all the undead that were hit burned up and quickly turned into ashes.

The survivors were no longer hindered. They grabbed the pebbles by the lake and smashed the necromancers to death one by one.

Suddenly someone howled, and then more people joined in the crying.

Dumbledore gently stroked his beard, and he also shed tears. Instead, the survivors comforted him. A Nord man with red eyes still choked up and said to him: "Respectable man, you don't have to be sad for what happened to us. If you want to blame, blame this fate. Our tears today have been shed. I just want to know where you came from. We can repay your kindness."

"We come from Winterhold." Dumbledore looked at their disheveled, sallow and thin faces. "If you are homeless and worry about war and danger, you might as well go to Winterhold. Someone will protect you there."

"Winterhold?" They muttered to themselves, standing by the lonely Lake Irinata, bathing in the sunshine of rebirth after the catastrophe, some decided to go home, and some hoped to follow Dumbledore to Winterhold.

The broken Star of Azura was washed onto the tidal flat by the current. It was a strange gem like a many-legged starfish. Alannia hurried forward to pick it up, wiped it clean and handed it to Moon Shadow.

"Give it to that mage Dumbledore." Moon Shadow nodded, "He is the warrior chosen by Azura. He is kind and powerful. It is up to him to purify the unclean souls in this gem."

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