All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 110 Chapter 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 as 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 timid mage couldn't help but wonder when his companion picked another old man.

"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 to make a flute. The one I had before was broken."

"Then just choose another woman."

They dragged a frail young woman from prison, pulling her by her hair and ignoring her desperate pleas for mercy.

"Please, be kind, please! I'm afraid of pain! I can do anything you want me to do, but I'm 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, a woman screamed again. This time, it lasted for two quarters of an hour. The sharp wail echoed in the water-soaked fortress, like a lament, high and low, repeated, but never able to penetrate. Enchantment barrier passes to the water surface.

Souls tainted by necromantic magic cannot even be included in the Kingdom of God, and can only be broken into ashes bit by bit in a desolate place called the Soul Cairn.

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

Lake Irina is so silent, with beautiful scenery in all four seasons, indifferent to the sins of the world.

The spacecraft 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 clanked, and the walls and sentry towers restored their old appearance. Dumbledore's magic did not fully work, and the main structure of the broken fortress was still buried deep in the lake.

Alanya had looked at the scene of Winterhold's restoration, and she was even more surprised than that. But she still felt magical.

Yueying commented, "It's a very interesting magic. Alanya, this is not reversing 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.

"The insidious rats soaked in water, since they are willing to stay in such a place and think they have nothing to worry about, 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 crystal.

[Starfall Technique]

Dumbledore stopped him hastily: "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."

Yueying laughed lightly, "It seems that we have differences, but I really should learn human morality. In this case, let's drive these mice out of their holes."

She once again chanted the ancient incantation, a magic that had never been recorded in any archives, resonating with the bones of the earth and calling out the angry 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 water surged layer by layer, sweeping into every corner of the Irina Tower Fortress.

The necromancers trapped inside were panicked. The skeletons and corpses they summoned could not withstand the waves of water, and the crude destruction magic could not contain the charge of the water beasts. Only those who were defeated one by one were trapped in the lake, flowing with the waves like corpses soaked in water.

Yueying's magical chant became more and more grand, penetrating the lake and reaching every corner. The water waves that gathered on the north bank rose high, like a tornado, lifting up the sunken fortress and squeezing it violently. The deep masonry shattered and disintegrated under the reciprocating impact.

The currents inside and outside the fortress converged, carrying the people inside out and washing them to the shore like sand.

There were fourteen necromancers in black robes, twenty-one innocent prisoners, and more than a hundred bones.

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

The aroused corpses also pounced on the survivors.

They wrestle.

"No! My brother, stop playing tricks on the tiger! Let me free you!"

Most of the survivors looked miserable, and the corpses they fought with were also acquaintances of theirs.

"Look, there are indeed survivors." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, "This is 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 beings hit burned and quickly turned into ashes.

The survivors had no more obstacles. They grabbed the pebbles by the lake and smashed the necromancers to death one by one.

Suddenly someone started wailing, and then more people joined in the wailing.

Dumbledore stroked his beard gently, and he also shed tears. Instead, the survivors comforted him. One Nord man's eyes were red, but he still choked and said to him: "Respectable man, you don't have to be sad about what happened to us." . If you want to complain, just blame this fate. We have run out of tears today. We just want to know where you come from so that we can repay your kindness."

"We are from Winterfort." Dumbledore looked at their scanty clothes and emaciated faces. "If you are homeless and worried about war and danger, you might as well go to Winterfort. There will be people there to protect you."

"Winterfort?" They murmured to themselves, standing on the shore of the lonely Lake Irina Tower, bathing in the sunshine of rebirth after the disaster. Some decided to go home, while others hoped to follow Dumbledore to Winterfort.

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 Master Dumbledore." Moon Shadow nodded. "He is the warrior chosen by Azula. He is kind and powerful. It is up to him to purify the unclean soul in this gem."

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