Skyrim Ice Blade Of The Monarch นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Skylar melted inside me as his huge stature hovered over mine. “The cut is still fresh, why aren't you healing?” I asked. “I think the metal of Ambrose’s blade was forged with Wolfbane and vervain,” he responded. Shit! I know that Katana. “He calls it mors omnia,” I muttered. “It's a blade he forged the day my mother died. He said he would use it to slay his enemies, but I have never seen him use it. There must be a reason he brought it out now.”

"I promise. No one will hurt you while you are here." Mira studied her face for a long moment, and then she nodded slowly. "Okay," she said. "I trust you." The rogue turned to Kael. "Aldrian's weapon. It is called the Edge of the Blade. It was forged in the blood of a wolf-less woman who was sacrificed to the old magic. It can cut through anything. Even a white wolf." Lyra felt the moonstone grow warm against her chest. "And you know where it is?"

Her face was drawn tight with strain. “Damien Thorncroft,” she said. Her voice rang through the impossible clearing, old and cold enough to frost the air. “You have no claim here.” Damien inclined his head. Not a bow. A mockery of one. “Your Majesty.” The title dripped poison. Queen Amara lifted one hand. Silver light flared from the tomb, striking at Damien’s chest. The Blade rose in his hand. Black metal drank the light. The queen staggered. A murmur of fear passed through the Briar Glen survivors huddled beyond the grave. Wren clutched Ben’s coat, her eyes huge and wet. Annie’s ghost-light hovered above her shoulder, flickering in time with the broken tomb.

“Andrius Moonshade... The five fragments... That thing is of great use to me. I must get it!” The next moment, the Hidden Monarch transformed into a streak of light and headed straight for Celestial Blade Sect. At Celestial Blade Sect, Andrius was studying the map fragment in his hands when a clear voice suddenly sounded from outside. “Is Andrius Moonshade here? I am the Hidden Monarch. I have matters to discuss with you. Please show yourself!” He was shouting directly from outside. Andrius naturally knew what he wanted. The Hidden Monarch was interested in the map fragment he held.

The knights must’ve caught their attention. “Leave these little fries to me,” Kael spoke as he drew out his longsword. It was the famous Icebane; an enchanted weapon crafted by the most skilled dwarves in Stormir. Rumors had spread about the weapon being bathed with the ice dragon’s blood, making it the second most powerful blade next to the legendary Frostcalibur. With Kael’s tremendous power and speed, he instantly wiped out the beasts; such mere toys for him. They did not even hold him off for a second. They were slain with just a single swing of Icebane, dying under the wrath of the Divine Knight.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

The blade who defies all in service to its true master. A dark voice began to echo within the mind of the Knight lord whispering of her pledge of service to her only master. Kent smiled as the blade took the shape of a single-edged sword, the blade shone like the black moon glistening upon the blood-filled lake. All life who looked upon the blade without a single word the fear upon their eyes was clear as day as no soul could ever forget the destroyer of gods, The Blight Eater. “Master, It is an honor to be of service to you once again.” The blade whispered.

I jumped up and I looked like a child who was given a candy because of ecstasy. I was in the middle of my fun when I realized I was the only one celebrating like a fool here. I hesitate to smile at them. They just stared at me seriously and then went back to examining the celestial weapon they had obtained. Raid analyzes a blue sword with double blades. A lion's head is engraved on its handle. “Raid, that’s the Blade of Pride. It brings victory to its user,” Archmaster revealed to the man.

“That doesn’t matter. All you need to do is tell me where to find it.” “It’s not that easy. The Arctic Blade can’t be acquired, it has to be earned,” Merida told us. “It’s said to be one of the most searched for treasures of the world. Not only vampires but all sorts of species go after it, but so far, no one had been able to find it. Some have even died trapped in the ice Caves of Kamatayan, where it lies on a river that flows through the caves. It’s said to be a sacred sword that had been created by the Gods as a gift to the mages. However, when it fell into the wrong hands, killing hundreds of innocent lives, the Gods locked it up in the middle of a river that has been flowing for centuri