I became the Great Old One

The whole night's war is over, and the dawn of victory is about to come.

But.

Dones would never have thought of it.

At such a juncture, the fatal blow would come from behind.

He was pushed off the high city wall. The more than 300-meter-high city wall of Winterfell is quite dangerous even for the rough-skinned dragonborn, not to mention the countless ferocious aliens entrenched outside. .

The cold wind whistled in my ears.

Sister, father, god...

One after another figures appeared in front of Donez's eyes, and then disappeared like bubbles.

at last.

It was a violent impact.

The unbearable pain only lasted a short moment.

The ensuing darkness dragged Dones into the abyss like spreading tentacles.

…

Dones thought he would never wake up from the darkness.

However, maybe the gods are really looking after him.

Ten days, a month, maybe longer...

Donius opened his eyes from the endless darkness, and bright light shone in.

He was lying in a clean stone house, with golden sunlight shining through the gaps in the windows. There was a burning stove in the corner of the house.

Furry animal skins were spread under Donez's body.

"You're awake."

The old city lord Nedalun stood next to Dones with an apologetic face, holding a piece of processed barbecue in his hand.

"I…"

Donius opened his mouth, his consciousness still a little unclear.

He stared at the light outside the window in confusion, and saw dust floating and flying in the golden beam of light like elves, and the air was filled with the scent of fruit trees being burned by fire.

Donez raised his hand.

Some were horrified to see that their arms had become as thin as firewood.

The flame pattern that originally covered it became dim at this time. If it weren't for the bright sunlight outside the window, it would be almost impossible to distinguish the pattern on the arm.

"What happened!?"

Donez felt weaker than ever before.

This kind of weakness comes not only from his extremely thin body, but also from the innate connection between the dragonborn and the flame that has been severed by some strange force.

"terribly sorry."

Nedalun, the old city lord with tattoos on his face lowered his head and repeated: "I have tried my best. Those aliens of the White Skeleton Demon Spider are the descendants of Mordiggian, and the poison they secrete will be continuously absorbed. The dragonborn's power of fire will cause the dragonborn who are injured by the poison to become weak and no longer be able to enjoy the blessings of the gods."

Donius lay on the bed with eyes blank.

The moment he heard the news, he felt as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

…

A few days later.

Things are a little better for Donez.

He was able to walk around, albeit with a cane.

Over the past few hundred years, Dones has been most proud of two things.

The first thing is Donez's family, and the second thing is Donez's own powerful body and the flame gifted by the gods.

And now.

Dones was alone in a strange city.

His father was killed by the abominable evil god, and his sister was as far away as a world away from him.

The powerful physique that he was once proud of, which allowed him to gallop across the vast plains, has also disappeared. Now he even has to rely on tools to avoid falling to the ground.

Dones sat on the stone in front of the house.

Looks gloomy.

In the past few days after waking up, Donez tried countless times to feel the connection between himself and the flame.

But just as the city lord Nedalun said, every time he felt a little bit of warmth, the spider poison remaining in his body would mercilessly absorb that power.

Although he is still alive.

But he could no longer feel the warmth of the flames, only endless coldness surrounded him.

"Look!"

Passos's sharp voice sounded again.

The exiled Dragonborn with sharp teeth surrounded Dones with his men, and teased: "Isn't this our great hero Dones? Now I don't know if you can still stand on your own strength." stand up."

Donez was leaning on a cane, his head lowered.

Don't bother arguing with these guys.

He felt that the person behind pushing him off the city wall was one of Passos's group of people.

But the light was too dim at the time, and Dones was still unable to determine who pushed him off the city wall.

As for telling his sister what happened here, Dones directly vetoed it.

He was afraid that his sister would be heartbroken if she found out what happened here.

"If everything that happens here is destined, then let me bear this pain alone." Donez said to himself in his heart: "Hispania, I don't want to be a burden to you."

Passos obviously didn't want to let go of such a good opportunity to humiliate his enemy.

"The gods have abandoned you. Dones, you are not qualified to continue to bask in the glory of the gods." The lines on Paos's arms lit up, and the flames burned on his claws.

Originally, such a flame would only make Dones feel warm and comfortable.

But now.

When the remaining demon spider toxin in the body was stimulated, the stress reaction caused Donius to feel fatal pain.

His body twitched uncontrollably, and he fell to the ground, his limbs dancing erratically, foaming at the mouth, and uncontrollable pain written all over his face.

"Look, Dones, you are a monster now, how ugly you are!"

Passos finally saw a picture he was satisfied with, and the exiles around him laughed together.

Immediately afterwards.

Passos used a poisonous paint to leave ugly tattoos on Donez's body.

The tattoo brought Dones great mental and physical pain and torture, and then he was beaten and insulted unilaterally. He waited until dark and Dones was covered in bruises and was about to lose his life before he laughed and gathered in the area. Leave in the ground.

"You should have died outside the city. At least you could be considered a hero." Before leaving, Passos spat on Dones.