The long, narrow ebony greatsword kicked up a whirlwind, and the High Elf swordsman's face immediately changed. He swung his sword with his right hand to block slightly, while his left hand switched to a telekinesis spell. He pushed it towards Simon's greatsword, but failed to push it off course. Fortunately, he successfully pushed himself out of the sword's striking range.
Simon's offensive had just begun, with forward slashes, upward cuts, and horizontal sweeps, like a dense cloud rushing towards him. The strong wind made the High Elf swordsman's cloak behind him rustle.
The Spellblade's skill was superb, and furthermore, the Juque Qianjun sword's path was heavy and slow. The High Elf repeatedly used telekinesis to escape death.
Simon forced this arrogant Spellblade into the light pillar. His sword could not stop, could not hesitate, otherwise there would be a flaw, and he would not be able to press forward step by step. The High Elf retreated again and again, his delicate, yellowish skin already flushed red, and his golden eyes almost spitting fire.
Horizontal slash!
Clang—
The glass sword in the High Elf's hand flew high into the air. He remained calm in the face of danger, and his right hand also conjured a spell, but it was the simplest Flames spell. It was already a great feat for him to construct a Flames spell in such a short time. In terms of pure casting skill, he could actually rank among the instructors of the College of Winterhold.
The High Elf cast Flames, not to inflict damage, but merely to obscure Simon's vision with the bright red flames. Then he used telekinesis again, pulling the greatsword to the left, and jumping to the left himself.
Simon's vision was indeed blocked, but it didn't matter; his mental power had already calmed down.
"Fus Ro Dah!"
A huge gust of air burst forth. The High Elf was in mid-air, his lower body unable to escape the range of the air current. The moment he was hit by the immense force, his blood rushed to his head, his vision went black, and he fainted, subsequently being knocked into the crimson light pillar.
This fellow didn't even last half a second inside before turning into a bloody light and flying into the monument.
Simon gasped for breath and surveyed the monument. He found the High Elf's sculpture near a blank area at sixty feet high. It was a horizontally lying figure, with twisted limbs and a ferocious expression. He estimated that many people wouldn't guess how he actually died.
The Avatar state lasted for nearly five minutes before fading, and the Ironflesh spell also almost expired. After Simon shrunk back to his normal size, he suddenly instinctively jumped horizontally to the left, as swift as a sudden clap of thunder. At the same time, a mental power shield instantly unfolded, but these preparations were too late. A hidden arrow had already pierced his lower back when he began to jump, and the spiral arrowhead abruptly emerged from his stomach.
There's a stealth archer!
Simon began to run around the pillar, intending to pull out the arrow. He first broke off the fletching, gripped the arrowhead, and the remaining smooth arrow shaft rubbed against his kidney, large intestine, muscles, and skin. His body produced strong convulsive reflexes in intense pain. His vision blurred from the agony. He yanked the arrow out, a gush of blood splattered, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to fall.
Fortunately, he had moved in the emergency, otherwise, if the arrow had pierced his spine, it would have been troublesome.
Another hidden arrow, silent and made of ebony, matte black, completely invisible.
Simon constructed a telekinesis spell, spreading materialized mental power evenly to cover a spherical area with a ten-foot radius. When the hidden arrow flew into it, it was like a pebble breaking the surface of water, with clear ripples splashing up.
The ebony arrow had extraordinary force, pushing against the pressure and flying six feet straight in before being stopped.
What a powerful stealth archer!
Simon simultaneously used a Healing Spell to treat his wounds and looked around. The effect of the Hawkeye Technique was still active, giving him an unobstructed view of a ten-mile area, but it would take time to find the attacker.
With one hand using telekinesis and the other a Healing Spell, he dared not relax for a moment. By the time his wounds healed, he had already intercepted six arrows.
Looking in the direction from which the hidden arrows came, beyond the distant, deep chasm, was a broken land where long snakes surged like a wall.
The archer's skill was already at its peak. The arrow's flight was completely undetectable, crossing a long distance and precisely aiming at Simon's body. Only when it entered the range covered by telekinesis would it become visible.
After healing his wounds, Simon cast a Detect Life spell on himself. Combined with the Hawkeye Technique, he could only see the life signs of the snake wall; the hidden stealth archer remained unfound.
Interesting, Simon strode towards the direction from which the hidden arrows flew.
Seeing this, the stealth archer slowed his attack. By the time Simon rushed to the snake wall, he had lost the other party's trace.
The clouds grew thinner, and the range and number of light pillars expanded. It was too dangerous to stay here, so Simon turned back and walked towards the light pillars.
The archer was like a petulant child; when you approached him, he would pretend to be angry and ignore you, but when you left, he couldn't help but make some noise to disturb you.
The stealth archer was trying to keep Simon—in the form of death.
Hidden arrows came continuously. Simon suddenly turned around and threw a golden-red fireball in the direction from which the arrows were flying.
Forcibly binding magic energy with mental power, it took him half a minute to conjure this fireball, and it was definitely powerful enough.
The golden sphere streaked across with a brilliant trail, flew over the cold snake wall, and exploded on the ground. In the faint shadow, a body leaped up. In mid-air, magical purplish-red light flickered, and the person disappeared, having cast an expert-level illusion—Invisibility.
Simon grinned. He just wanted to determine the approximate range of the opponent. Next was—"Sun, Soulfire, Inferno!"
The explosive particle stream moved in the direction Simon turned, burning the snake wall along the way like weeds. They twisted painfully in fire and light, like a grand sacrificial dance. A shrill scream rang out, and a woman, completely on fire, rolled on the ground. The fiery mist outlined her alluring body, a beautiful offering, given to the greedy god of death.
The Breath of Cinders lasted for ten seconds, and Simon only stopped when he was sure the opponent had been burned to ashes.
Using the Flight spell to cross the chasm, Simon arrived on the other side of the snake wall and searched through the stealth archer's ashes. Nothing was left; the metal had turned into molten slag, slowly flowing and seeping into the ground.
After all, he was just a loser.
Simon returned to the monument. The stealth archer's death was not displayed on it.
Not long after, a strong man ran from afar. Even from a considerable distance, one could hear his irritable panting, like a hungry beast pouncing on a delicious meal.
This man wore a deer helmet, was bare-chested, wore a wolf-skin skirt around his waist, had a dripping head hanging from his belt, and held a spiked club in both hands. Most strikingly, there was a hole in his chest, through which a red fruit covered with withered thorns could be clearly seen pulsating.
This man was the strongest leader template among the Forsworn wandering The Reach—a Briarheart!
A Breton transformed by a Hagraven, with his original heart removed and replaced by a briar heart filled with mysterious energy. Then, he makes a pact with Hircine, twisting the mind of the transformed person, turning him into a terrifying killing machine, whether leaning towards combat or magic, he is top-tier.
Simon drew his greatsword, his expression solemn.
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