The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The underground of Winterhold College is terribly cold all year round.

The four of them marched forward holding torches.

The first half of the Withered Bones Dungeon was still relatively safe, with only a few wandering skeletons. It was unknown which apprentice left the homework, but Angmond hacked it.

"The buildings here are really old. Maybe they were created in the Second Era." Brelina's emotions were scattered in the darkness where the fire was beating, and the sound of water in the underground river and the roar of the underground waterfall could be heard in the distance. .

"Perhaps the Witherbone Dungeon was still a part of Winterhold before the great collapse." Angmond walked in the front with a relaxed pace.

Everyone nodded in agreement, "Very likely."

Soon, they arrived at a hall, which was very empty and suitable for an event venue.

Angmond took off his helmet carelessly, and said to Lynd, "Look, there's no danger here, and we don't need to be so careful."

Lin De looked around, and the three mages looked strange, as if they were saying: You really made a fuss.

He nodded, "Okay, let's use this hall as a starting point. Let's scatter around to search and clean up this area. If you encounter a situation, return immediately."

Brerina said, "I'm going to the Forge of Elements. Be back soon."

Angmond strode forward, "There are just more dead spirits ahead, and I will drive them away."

Zag said he was staying to protect Linde.

"Go and help Angmond. Don't let him have any accident."

The three set off one after another.

After watching them leave, Linde put on the invisibility technique on himself and followed them quietly.

...

Angmond walked through the hall and arrived at a sunken cellar without encountering anything along the way. He called to the way he came, "Zag, come and see."

No answer.

"Mage Zag?"

Still no answer.

The brightness of the magic candle cannot match the eternal silence of the dungeon. The miserable stone bricks were soaked with water. The air was so cold that the lungs froze. The underground river was murmuring, but there were no other sounds.

Angmond frowned, maybe Zag took a fork in the road, the structure of this dungeon is quite complicated, he has left marks on every fork, and he is not afraid of getting lost in this unbearable darkness.

The surroundings are so quiet that it makes the soles of your feet itchy.

"Ahem!"

Angmond coughed twice from time to time, as if expecting a dark response.

Water seeped from the ceiling, creating a small pond in the cellar. Onmond waded through the shallow water and went deeper.

Passing through a rotten wooden door, there is an empty ice cave in front of it, and the deep ice layer presents a magnificent light blue. It was as pleasant as if the air had turned into tropical sea water. But in reality, it's freezing as hell.

Hiss——

Angmond turned his head sharply. He heard the sound of snakes spitting their messages, but there were no snakes in northern Skyrim. There is only one thing that makes this sound.

It's the Ice Wraith. Like crystal snakes, they are transparent, floating in the air, and can spit out the cold air of freezing spirits.

Angmond's eyes widened. In the magic aura, there were no less than ten of these ice wraiths, enough to easily bury a group of elite soldiers.

Quiet. Don't move yet. Angmond slowly untied the shield behind him, and stepped back step by step.

The Ice Wraith didn't rush to attack, but forced Angmond to retreat deeper.

A gust of cold wind blew along the back of his neck, and Angmond turned his head stiffly. Behind him was the Mother of Ghosts exuding a cold aura.

"Run!" Linde's voice came from the darkness.

A fireball flew over and dispersed the swarm of ice wraiths. Angmond was so excited that he covered his head with a shield and rushed forward. The breath of ice wraiths and the roar of the ghost mother were left behind by him. Almost back to the flooded cellar.

However, he did not find Linde.

Boom!

The sound of fireball explosion came. Still fighting in the ice cave.

There was only one answer, Master Linde stopped the pursuers for him.

Angmond gritted his teeth and rushed back. He saw Linde, holding a powerful enchantment in one hand, and casting fireball in the other. In front of the tiny back is the ice blue ghost roaring all over the sky!

"Hold on, I'm coming!" Angmond raised his shield, and then cast rockets, trying to help Linde retreat.

"Go back! Go find Mayo and Zag. You can't stop it!" Linde switched spells, and drew a line of fire with his hands behind him, and the raging flames rose into a high wall, blocking Angmond. At the same time, the ice spear thrown by the Ghost Mother tore Linde's spell shield, pierced his robe, and pierced the boy's body.

"No!!"

The ice spear pierced the ground, hanging Linde in the air. He was like a bird with broken wings, with his head thrown back, his mournful eyes staring across the flames at the desperate Nord mage.

"Aungmond...go away..."

"Absolutely! No!" Angmond roared furiously in the blood of the Nords. He is a mage who is not understood by his relatives, but he is also a Nord, the beloved son of the mother of Skyrim. In any battle, Never imagine a brave Nord backing down!

He ignoring the deadly wall of searing fire, striding forward, crushing an ice wraith with his solid oaken shield, and he stepped into the crowd.

Flame erupted from his hand, but the surrounding frost was like a howling storm in the extreme north winter. Angmond felt cold all over. His magic is no match for so many ice wraiths.

He stared back at Linde's body.

The skin of his hands and feet was cracked and his bone marrow was frozen, but his heart was filled with confusion and pain.

Is this the end?

The brightest new star of the academy, just buried here?

The magic flame in Angmond's hand became weaker and weaker.

He could no longer lift his shield and fell forward.

In the biting drowsiness and pain, in the cloudy and frozen field of vision, the desolate figure of the Mother of Ghosts slowly approached.

Monster, I will never - forgive your - sin!

With the power emerging from nowhere, Angmond picked up the hand ax at his waist, and amidst the roar of tearing vocal cords, he shot up from the ground, raised his weapon high, and slashed heavily at the Mother of Ghosts.

boom!

The skin wrapping the dead soul was cut open, and with a shuddering scream, this mighty enemy was scattered into ashes.

The swarm of ice grudges fled into the dark ice layer and disappeared.

Angmond grinned, and slowly knelt on the ground. He tried to twist his stiff neck, and the ice on his collarbone shattered and made a creepy crackling sound.

He wants to look back.

Just one look, Holy Spirit, let me see Linde, let him breathe again, or even if I go to Songarde, I will never rest in peace.

Behind that, there is no corpse of the young mage, only a portal emitting blue light.

A black figure in the shape of a human stared at Angmond from the door, only the silver outline was clearly visible.

There seemed to be a sly smile in those brown eyes.

The shadow's lips moved.

With the last sobriety, the Nord carefully discerned the words of the person in the door. He was saying: "Well done. Welcome to the Tower of Books, my realm of annihilation, my country..."

What's the meaning?

Angmond could not think, and then fell into a coma.