Chapter 35: Torturer

"It's a dragon! A dragon attacked Helgen! The townspeople are all dead, and the two of us plan to escape from the cave at the bottom of the fortress."
"A dragon..." The torturer was lost in thought.
Hardawa noticed that from the beginning, only the torturer was talking to the two, and the rest were stuck there like scarecrows, motionless. But he was wise and didn't ask much, just ignored those strange people.
By the way, I have to be optimistic about Bernardo, who knows what weird this boy will do...
Ok? People?
Hardava was taken aback, Bernardo actually passed through this hellish horror and walked into a cage on the opposite side.
"Fancy that robe? Huh?" The torturer glanced at him lazily. "That cage broke down a few months ago, and people have died for months... If you can open it, it will be yours. ."
"..." Bernardo did not speak, but gently stroked the rusty cage frame stained with blood with his fingers.
Suddenly, he slammed hard--
Click! The cage was the most fragile, and the most rusted pillar was directly torn off by the boy. Seeing the iron fence as thick as a beer bottle cap was taken apart by bare hands, Hadawa was dumbfounded, and opened his mouth wide as he watched the teenager drag out the corpse inside and search for the deceased's belongings.
"The potion is dry...Two spells...huh..." He threw away the first two things he took out. The boy finally pulled out the robe, flicked off the dust, and looked carefully.
"This newcomer you are looking for is very capable." The torturer replied casually. The corpses around him had begun to "click and click", "Those books seem to be the standards of Winterhold Academy. The textbook is a treasure that many wild wizards who have no way to learn are willing to exchange their lives... but he threw it away without even looking at it. The vision is quite high, is it only the classics such as the handwriting of Master Salidor can be included Where is his Dharma Eye?"
"Don't be weird, Necromancer." Bernardo shouted sharply, but his voice was extremely hoarse, "If it weren't for the special situation, you would have died in my hands a long time ago."
"Oh? Then you should try it." The torturer's smooth tone became dangerous, and the eyes of the other "people" who had been watching were fierce.
"I can kill you with one hand, sordid bastard." Bernardo stood with his hand, and several groups of dangerous magic energy gathered around him and formed.
"...Very, I'm sorry!" Hadawa quickly stood up, "We just want to pass here quickly! No other meaning!"
"Really? Then leave you alone, let's go." The torturer who found himself a step ignored the cold sweat on his forehead-just now when the group of demons could take shape, he knew he was not in front of him. The young man's opponent was gone, and that nasty taunt was just his own subconscious behavior that tortured and killed the weak—and waved his hand in favor, and the dying corpses stopped moving.
"...Huh." After thinking for a few seconds, the young man who finally eliminated the magic energy, just grabbed the robe, gave him a fierce look, and turned away. Hadawa hurried to keep up.
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"It wasn't until the two reached the bottom of the fortress that they were hundreds of meters away from the torture room, that Hadawa let out a deep breath."
"Your Imperial Legion, use the Necromancer as the torturer? That must be a great contribution, right." Bernardo looked at Hardava sarcastically. After coming out of that room, the boy talked more suddenly.
"No... I don't know his true identity." For the Nords, it is a great honor to be able to return to Songgard after death. Even if Hardawa is in the imperial camp, he is an enemy of the storm cloak. Never thought of depriving these Nord brothers of the power to pursue the heroic way, and the actions of the necromancer undoubtedly made him quite unhappy.
"I can see it." Bernardo sighed lightly. "If you knew him, he probably wouldn't want to "collect" you with you. "
"Collection?" Cold sweat ran down Hadawa's forehead, "You mean, turned into a dead body..."
"Those dead soldiers have been hit by death servants' spells, but his cultivation level is too low, so it will take a long time to gradually take shape." Bernardo said casually, "He originally wanted to control the group of puppets and attack you in groups. , But I interrupted."
"...Thank you." Hadavalian thanked him. He is not the kind of person who is ignorant of the current affairs. Although he does not know the true strength of the young man, he knows how to face the necromantic army and dare to mock the torturer positively, and the torturer after the young man showed magic power. The apparent timidity afterwards was enough to make him respectful--they did not seem to have committed any crimes himself, but he was caught vaguely when crossing the border, and the wayward captain wanted to execute him. Although the respect of the Nords is mostly dedicated to warriors who are known for their physical force, Hadawa is more enlightened, and he is also full of respect for powerful and decent magicians.
"It's not necessary." Bernardo sighed softly, "I should thank you for giving me a way to leave the fortress without causing a sensation..."
"Not causing a sensation?" Hadawa puzzled.
"You don't think that I will lie there and be beheaded?" Bernardo smiled, "Originally, if the dragon didn't appear, I would directly use magic to kill the surrounding imperial soldiers. , And then force a breakthrough."
"...But, in that case, you will definitely be on the wanted list of the Imperial Legion, right?" Hardawa asked uncertainly. As someone who has seen on the battlefield how powerful a wizard's output ability is, he will not question the boy's words, "It is very inconvenient in Skyrim."
"Yeah... I'm not afraid of chasing and killing them. Those can be settled with the money, but it is obviously a lot of money... You saved me a lot of money. I should thank you." Bernardo The answer was serious, but the content made Hadawa feel very subtle.
"Oh my god, can such a thing be settled with money? How corrupt is the person above?" This is Hadawa's heart at the moment. But the actual operation is not as simple as he thought, and Bernardo did not tell him what he meant.
"It's just a pity, there are so many corpses of the Nord brothers on it..." After a period of silence, Hadawa's low voice came again.
"Well, there is no need to worry." Bernardo smiled dangerously. "That dares to offend me like that and also blaspheme the dead. How can he easily spare him?"
"you?"
"I can also use some necromantic spells, and I use them better than him... But I don't like to use them, they are despised by the academic wizards."
"and so?"
"But I can use it in reverse, such as cracking that man's manipulation technique, and letting his necromancers... slightly lose control."
"what……"
"If something happens to him, this necromantic spell will naturally be lifted."
In the torture room a hundred meters away, the torturer who was surrounded by the dead spirits suddenly swallowed his last breath. With his death, surrounded by black filth, his lustful soul also found rest.