All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 28 Mother Tian’s Beloved Son

It's freezing cold underneath the College of Winterhold 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 during the Second Era." Blerina's emotion was scattered in the darkness of the firelight, and the sound of water in the underground river and the roar of the underground waterfall could be heard in the distance. .

"Perhaps before the Great Collapse, the Bone Dungeon was still part of Winterfort." Onmond walked at 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 Linde: "Look, there is no danger here. We don't need to be so careful at all."

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. We will spread out to search around and clean up this area. If we encounter any 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 going to stay and protect Lind.

"You go and help Onmond. Don't let anything happen to him."

The three set off one after another.

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

……

Onmond walked through the hall and arrived at a sunken cellar, encountering nothing along the way. He called towards the way he came: "Zag, come and take a look."

No answer.

"Master Zage?"

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 stains. The air was so cold it froze your lungs. The underground rivers flowed gurglingly, but other than that, there was no more sound.

Angmund 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 silence all around makes the soles of your feet tickle.

"Cough cough!"

Angmund coughed from time to time, as if expecting a response from the darkness.

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 you. The deep ice shows a beautiful light blue. It's as if the air has turned into tropical sea water and is as pleasant as the sea. But in reality, it's freezing cold here.

hiss--

Onmond turned his head suddenly. He heard the sound of snakes spitting messages, but there were no snakes in the northern part of Skyrim Province. There's only one thing here that makes that sound.

It's an ice wraith. They are like crystal snakes, completely transparent, floating in mid-air, and able to spit out cold air that freezes 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 cry 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 mother of ghosts were left behind by him. Almost back to the flooded cellar.

However, he did not find Linde.

Boom!

The sound of a fireball exploding was heard. There is 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 them!" Linde switched spells and drew a line of fire behind him with his back hand. The blazing flames rose into a high wall, blocking Onmond. At the same time, the ice spear thrown by the Ghost Mother tore through Linde's magic shield, pierced his robe, and also penetrated the boy's body.

"Do not!!"

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

"Onmond... let's go..."

"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 even more a Nord, the beloved son of the mother of Skyrim. In any battle, Never imagine a brave Nord backing down!

Ignoring the wall of deadly scorching flames, he charged forward, smashing an ice wraith with his solid oak shield, and stepped into the enemy group.

Flames erupted from his hands, but the surrounding frost was like a howling storm in the far north winter. Onmond felt chills all over. His magic was 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 over?

The most brilliant rising star in the academy was buried here like this?

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

He could no longer lift the shield and fell forward.

In the biting drowsiness and pain, in the turbid and frozen vision, the bleak figure of the Ghost Mother slowly approached.

Monster, I will never - forgive your - sin!

With power emerging from nowhere, Angmund picked up the hand ax from his waist, and with a war cry that tore his vocal cords, he ejected from the ground, raised his weapon high, and struck hard at the Mother of Ghosts.

boom!

The skin that wrapped the dead soul was cut open, and with a shuddering scream, this powerful 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 and let him breathe again, otherwise I will never be able to rest even if I rush to Sognard.

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

A humanoid shadow in the door stared at Onmond, with only the silver outline 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 oblivion, my country..."

What do you mean?

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