Crush all evil,
Penetrate it with point and light,
Lift us up with its aura,
Destroy evil enemies.
Demons, undead, beasts and lycanthropes,
It strikes down abominations.
Anoint us with holy water again, staunch Standal
Spear and crown, perseverance!
——"The Holy Spear of Standal", written by Paetolus the Strong and the Bright
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A few days ago, the four of Islaan arrived in Markas City first. Even the Argonians in Black Swamp have heard of this frontier city, which was built on top of the Dwemer ruins.
'In Markas, silver and blood flow' - this proverb has been proved by countless examples. On the streets of Markas, you can see all kinds of naked violence and cruel exploitation everywhere, maybe One second you are an upright and good person, but the next second, the guards will suddenly rush out and throw you into the dark Sidana Mine, where you will perform inhumane labor.
For hundreds of years, various racial forces have competed here, including the Reachers, the Nords, and even the orcs on the other side of the Dragonmark Mountains. This makes the city cruel and violent. The various behaviors that can be called evil were born from this, which is the highest in the world.
When Islaan and the others discovered that countless evidences showed that the shadow that shrouded the sky was vaguely pointing to this notorious fallen city, they were not surprised at all.
But the vigilantes are not defenders of the empire, nor are they law enforcers. Regarding disputes within humans, neither Cyrodiil's Temple nor Old Midorans are willing to get too involved.
Therefore, although Israan and the others could do nothing but help those innocent farmers and miners who were affected by the war in the south and became miserable, desperate, and impoverished, they could do nothing.
During this period of time, the Red Guard and his companions have been secretly tracking down the evil force hidden in Markas City. However, it is not known whether they have noticed the arrival of Standal's followers, or whether the other party's plan has reached a critical juncture. For several days, Islaan and the others found almost nothing.
Until that day, what later generations called the "divine incident" suddenly broke out.
"O Merciful Lord, what is that!"
The majestic power originating from the light realm fell from the sky, and its power was like a prison, destroying the Dibella Temple located on the highest peak of Markas. The ascetic monks widened their eyes and trembled.
"No matter what it is." At that time, Islaan noticed that the terrifying evil aura that they had been pursuing for nearly two months was quietly erupting with the anger of Ms. Joy. It was a terrifying evil that almost made him suffocate. He gritted his teeth and said, "We must take action, the enemy is taking action."
Xi Lang and Solini looked at each other with solemn expressions.
They quickly organized and put on their equipment, avoiding the chaotic citizens and guards. With the power of Standal, they tracked the evil aura and arrived at the slums in the lower city of Markas. However, they encountered the silver-blooded Turka Aracano was brought here by assassins sent by his daughter.
Islaan had to raise his head to see the starry face of Turka Aracano. He stared at the amber-like golden vertical pupils of the dragonborn from another world, sighing secretly in his heart. Holy Spirit, what a perfect existence this is!
At that time, Red Moon Mathur happened to hide behind a dark cloud, while Silver Moon Sekunda showed her face like a naughty child. The white moonlight fell on Turka's face, which was breathtakingly beautiful. The female Nord fell in love with the beautiful silver king almost instantly, but throughout her life, the fate between them never really overlapped, which made Solini Yurad leave unhappy in the near future. The Temple of the Vigilant.
It took almost all of Islaan's energy to look away from the silver king's face. He said, "Excuse me, how much do you know about this house? Have you ever seen anyone entering or leaving this house?"
A string in Turka's heart was plucked, and he replied slowly: "We are just passing by. As you said, tonight is not peaceful. We are going to find a safe place to take refuge. So, about you I can't give you any more information."
"We believe the house was used for demonic worship, satanic rituals, things like that."
Ah, we have said that the vigilantes are a force that transcends the ordinary world. They don't even care about the disputes of ordinary people. Islaan chose to ignore the fact that Turka strangled our assassin's neck just a second ago. In fact, (which annoyed Nargis even more), he said: "So, if you have nothing to do with this house, let me offer you a piece of advice: don't go anywhere near this place again."
Nargis was surprised. He was like a cunning poisonous snake. He secretly glanced at the abandoned house in front of him, then looked at these idiots, arrogant, and hypocritical followers of Standal, and lowered his head.
"Demons?" Turka chewed on this unexpected word, and the feeling of being stuck in the quagmire became even worse. But he was not a timid person, and he was pleased but humiliated by the Red Guards' suggestion. Because he was revered in Arda and loved by all the gods and creatures, the name of Turka Aracano even spread throughout the ages. But in Mundus, does he become small and must be threatened? "It is true that I don't know much about what you are talking about, but don't I know more about evil than you do?" Turka's mind changed rapidly. He first expressed his gratitude to the warning person, and then he said: "Here There is indeed a disturbing sense of decay and death lingering, and perhaps your fate will be revealed here.”
At that time, not all of Standal's believers were aware of the role they played in this incident. They were shocked by the blessings of Turka from the only God of creation in another world. Ah, that power that is not inferior to Nairn and is called a saint (or demigod). Although this power is still latent, it is indeed integrating with this world. The most obvious reaction was that as soon as Turka finished speaking, strands of starlight fell from the sky, illuminating him like a god.
The ascetic monk showed the most obvious performance. He exclaimed: "Great Stuen, is there a saint standing before us?" In the ancient mythology of the Nords, Standal was also called Steen, in the world of Mendas, the images of the Holy Spirit and Demon God are not fixed. They will change into different images according to different needs. "Or, are you the incarnation of Genet?"
Solini and Xi Lang were also dumbfounded, and their eyes turned to shrinking and awe when looking at Turka.
However, at this moment, Turka heard another noise. The guards began to search and suppress the rioting people throughout the city. Innocent miners and even businessmen were running around in the streets and alleys. Screams, cries and pleas came one after another, and chaos gradually spread here.
"We cannot conflict with human soldiers." Solini quickly said to her companions: "If we are thrown into the dungeon, then our mission will be impossible."
Islaan nodded and began to look around, preparing to find a way to avoid the conflict.
"Here." Xi Lang pointed to the abandoned shabby house in front of him, "They will definitely not care about such an obviously abandoned house."
Islaan also heard the roaring and gnawing sounds of weapons getting closer and closer. He took a step forward and tried to break open the door of the house in front of him.
"No." Duran said hurriedly: "I can feel that there is magic on the door. Violent destruction will only make the guards in the city discover us."
The vigilantes looked at each other, looking a little at a loss.
"If you don't want to stay in the dungeon or even the bottomless mine of Sidana until you die, maybe you should show off your skills?" Listening to the footsteps and people's screams getting closer, Tur Ka suddenly said, "Isn't it unreasonable for fate to bring us together at this moment?"
He stared at the assassin huddled in the shadows, his golden vertical pupils glowing with faint starlight. Islaan and his companions quickly looked at Mr. Assassin.
Nargis could barely restrain himself from cursing, and slowly raised his hands to show his harmlessness. "Sir?" Islaan looked at Turka.
Turka threw the small package that originally belonged to the assassin to Nargis, "Don't make mistakes, I will keep an eye on you."
He was not willing to conflict with the guards of Markarth City, nor was he willing to leave in such a mess (note, he was just unwilling). Tonight's events always gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but Turka couldn't place his finger on what was wrong.
If the previous Khajiit could open the door of the inn without anyone noticing, there was no reason why this guy couldn't.
Holding his precious package, Nargis blinked his eyes happily. He checked the door lock, smiled to himself with satisfaction, took out something from the bag, and soon opened the door lock.
"Please come in." The assassin said in a master's tone.
The doorway in front of me was dark, like the entrance to hell. But the Red Guard and his companions had no time to care, and rushed in one after another. Listening to the increasingly louder shouts, Turka sighed, half-bent his body, and ducked in.
Boom, the door was closed again.
The next moment, the shouts came from far to near. The sound of the armor on the guards could be heard in the gap. The six of them stood at the window, paying attention to the movement in the darkness outside the window. The light of the torch shone through the curtains into the room, casting dark shadows on the wall. For a long time, everyone fell into silence and looked at each other.
"It seems that they are just driving along the street and have no intention of searching house by house." The magic swordsman opened some curtains and said in a relaxed tone.
"They just ask people to stay at home honestly," Solini kept staring at the silver-white king standing in the darkness, her face flushed involuntarily, "We are safe for the time being."
This is a very typical Dwemer style house. There are stone walls and dark yellow bronze lampstands. There is a table on the east side of the living room, which leads to the kitchen on the north side. There is a stone wall on the west side. You can vaguely see a bed behind it, which is covered with carpets. Bedding made of straw and sheepskin.
If Turka stood on tiptoe, he could almost touch the cold roof.
The ascetic monk among the four grunted, and a yellow light suddenly lit up and appeared above his head, "The food is still fresh, the wooden furniture is not rotten, and someone has been here recently. But I asked People say no one comes in or out..." He looked at Turka.
Is this a light spell? The long-lost familiarity stirred Turka's heart. He stared at the soft ball of light, always feeling that the ball of light deep in his consciousness became more active. He almost needed to use up all his will to prevent himself from touching that terrible ball of light.
Shouldn't the light spell be white? Turka gasped slightly.
The magic swordsman closed his eyes, stretched out his left hand, and murmured something. A soft green light suddenly burst out from his palm, sweeping through the house like ripples and spreading deeper.
"It's very strange here." Xi Lang, a Brightonian, said hesitantly: "I can sense the evil atmosphere, but..."
Turka listened carefully and found that the guard had gone away, but he did not leave. Instead, he pulled up a chair and sat down.
Nargis grunted, had no choice but to walk to the fireplace, and lit the firewood inside with a flint.
Following the movements of the ascetic and the assassin, the room suddenly lit up, and what caught everyone's eyes was the appearance of the house where the mysterious man had stayed before.
"Your Excellency." Islaan looked at Turka who was sitting next to the faint firelight and said hesitantly: "This is not a safe place..."
"Please don't worry," Turka said. "I have a little bit of irritating stuff to deal with with the guy who probably owns this place, but as you said, tonight is not going to be so peaceful. I just want to rest here." .”
Islaan frowned. He communicated silently with his companions without saying anything.
"Wait." The magic swordsman suddenly shouted, "I found out...no, what is this." He rushed into the door leading to the kitchen. The Red Guards and others immediately followed.
"Sir?" Nargis extremely regretted taking on this mission. This place made him very uneasy. He always felt that something terrible was lurking in the darkness, watching him hungrily. But now, it is clear that his life and death are in the hands of the guy in front of him.
Turka sat on a wooden chair, his face illuminated by the firelight, but no one knew what he was thinking. After a while, he stood up and walked to the kitchen.
Nargis stared fiercely at Turka's tall body with one eye and moved his fingers. But in the end, the assassin couldn't help but wailed and followed.
"Here." In the small kitchen, the Red Guard and his companions huddled in front of a cupboard, muttering something. The magic swordsman just glanced at Turka and the others' entry, then turned around and pointed to the place where the mysterious man had cast magic. He stretched out his left hand, muttered a few times, and a green light appeared again. The gorgeous magic aura outlined an extremely beautiful magic circle in his palm. With a touch of his hand, the ferocious sheep head symbol appeared immediately.
"Lord of Slavery and Domination!"
Standal's followers all exclaimed.
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