Nargis regretted it more than once, believing that it was his excessive evildoing in the first half of his life that led to his current miserable life. Look, he yelled in his mind, forget about stinking and rotting in the mage's dungeon, now even those high gods are throwing their damn dice on poor old Nargis?
Out of fear of the Daedra Lords who resided in the plane of Annihilation (although he himself claimed to believe in another Daedra Lord), Nargis fled shamefully - of course, for a prisoner , seems to be exactly what he should do.
And Turka and the Red Guards didn't stop him immediately.
But before the one-eyed assassin felt rejoicing, he desperately discovered that a terrifying evil enveloped the entire house. The door is sealed. The Lord of Slavery and Domination angrily trapped all the 'rats' who dared to enter His domain in this abandoned house.
Thinking of this, Nargis suddenly sat up with a pale face. He looked around, feeling as if he had swallowed a whole rotten maggot in his stomach, which was extremely disgusting.
"I remember-" The one-eyed assassin tremblingly touched his melted and burnt face and limbs, and then he breathed a sigh of relief when he found that they were still as they should be. "Okai {i.e. Alkai or Akai, the god of reincarnation, funerals, and cemeteries}, it seems I'm not dead yet."
It is obvious that the one-eyed assassin is a Nord, because Okai is the incarnation of Akai in the ancient Nord faith. At this time, the man who caused all this walked out of the door between the hall and the kitchen. His appearance remained unchanged, and a strange light shone in his golden vertical pupils.
"It seems that you have escaped a little trouble." Look, what's so amazing is that even the fire in the fireplace has been rekindled, as if nothing happened just now. Turka's calm tone contained a hint of sarcasm that made Nargis angry and frightened, "Well, this does surprise me a bit."
Nargis jumped up as if he had been bitten by a snake, as pitifully as a frightened deer.
Behind Turka followed the Redguard and his companions. They looked at Turka with equally frightened and uneasy eyes.
"The door is also covered by some kind of power." The ascetic monk walked to Nargis, carefully inspected our Mr. Assassin, then stretched out his hand and touched the door. After closing their eyes and feeling it, they saw an evil magical light suddenly light up, just like they felt on the mark.
The ascetic monk quickly retracted his hand like a snake or a scorpion, "We are trapped." Duran Sever said bitterly.
"My power has been exhausted just now." Duran replied discouragedly, "And I doubt that even if I didn't, I wouldn't be able to compete with this evil force."
After a pause, the ascetic monk looked at Turka and said hesitantly: "Moreover, I can feel that the Lord's power is weakened here."
Islaan felt the changes in his body carefully and had to admit that his companion was right. The originally tenacious and surging divine power could not be sensed at this moment, as if Standal's brilliance had been swallowed up by the evil here.
"Perhaps we can only move forward." Solini said tremblingly. Although the appearance of the female Nord has returned to its original state, the shadow has not disappeared from her heart. In addition to admiration, she also looks at Turka in her eyes. With a trace of fear. In fact, even if time passes and life ends, the horrific experience of being burned in flames will forever haunt Islaan and his companions and become their eternal nightmare.
"You can't-" The Brighton glanced at Turka secretly, his face turned pale, "Can you do something?"
Turka didn't answer. He looked around, his handsome face looming under the vague and uncertain wall fire.
As mentioned in many rumors in later generations, Turka never mentioned to others the "divine incident" that occurred in Markas and how he changed from a mortal to a demigod——
As he touched the great light (fire) of creation, ancient knowledge emerged in his mind, and some very magical changes had occurred. He could feel Nirn's omnipresent great world power (Earthbone), and through Nirn, he could also feel the irregular movement around this planet, which the gods (demons) called the Arena. It features eight stars (actually nine, or more), and the twin moons known to the creatures of Tamriel as Malthal and Servunda.
Even if he puts his consciousness (soul) into a deeper level, he can even feel those more terrifying magical realms we call the plane of annihilation.
It is said that it was at that moment that Turka Aracano was certain that a new path was slowly opening before him.
But it wasn't enough, a voice sounded in his heart.
At the same time, another voice sounded in Turka's mind like a ghost. Can't.
What's not allowed? Turka asked loudly.
Neither the first voice nor the mysterious voice that rang like a ghost in his mind answered him. They just kept happening over and over again, maddeningly shouting over and over again in his head: This is not enough.
Can't.
Turka was made dizzy by the noise from the depths of his soul. He panted and shook his head, isolating the two voices in the corner of the sea of consciousness.
He only knew that now he could feel the joy and playfulness of the wind blowing over his body;
He could feel the path and heat of fire flowing through his body;
Feel how the earth works as a source of life that embraces him and nurtures all things;
Feel the traces of time, the mottled light and shadow...
Turka Aracano stretched out his hand, which became increasingly crystal clear as jade, and stared at the meridians and bones on it, slightly absent-minded. He can feel that as long as he takes one more step forward, he will become divine!
His consciousness (soul) broke away from the shackles of the body and fell into the void. What suddenly appeared in front of his eyes was the majestic and vast light (fire) that could not be expressed in words.
It is there, shining on Nirn, and also attracting the surrounding eight sacred stars that are larger than Nirn {the stars in this world are different from what we imagine}, and they are moving on a certain trajectory around Nirn. run.
And further away, countless terrifying shadows that we ordinary people cannot observe wrap around the Mundus plane including Nirn in some obscure way, forming a more vast and magical universe. This is Orbis. {Orbis=Light Realm+Annihilation+Mondas (Nairn Star+Eight Stars+Double Moon)}.
As if aware of Turka's consciousness (soul), the eight stars orbiting Nirn and the Annihilation Lords living in Chaos quickly rushed towards Turka's consciousness with a sense of being awakened. Consciousness (soul) comes.
Can't.
The second voice came weakly from the depths of his consciousness. Turka fell out of the void almost immediately, escaping from the terrifying shadow that seemed to swallow him at any time.
In fact, even though it was just a glimpse, Turka felt unprecedented horror and fear. He took two steps back in shock, his face turned pale, and he could not calm down for a long time.
And without the trace of Turka's soul, those wills of existence collided and searched in the void, sending out waves of ripples, until no one could do anything to anyone, and calm returned again.
Islaan and the others looked at him in surprise, not understanding what was happening.
"This is not something I can solve, at least not now." Turka did not explain. He chanted Yiru's holy name in his heart, recovered from the fear, and then said, "Maybe we only have one way now." Turka turned his head and looked at the corridor deep in the room, thoughtfully.
Islaan and his companions looked at each other, as if they were debating whether to follow the advice of the person in front of them.
"Then this is the only way." The Red Guard said with a solemn expression, "The way out is dead, now we can only work hard to move forward?"
Everyone returns to the place where Molag Bal's mark was discovered.
Nargis looked at the leaving people, hesitation and fear constantly flowing, but in the end, the one-eyed assassin followed.
Coming to the kitchen, Islaan nodded to the magic swordsman in the team.
The Breton man had a grimace. He studied the mark carefully, then put his hand on it, "Inmos Kennet Clark." He whispered the spell.
Then, Turka was surprised to see that following the spell of the Standal believer, the magic swordsman's hand lit up with the same green light he had seen before, and followed by the ferocious... The gloomy blood-red mark also lit up with magical aura.
"I just hope this is not our last mission." The Brighton man said sadly.
The door was opened.
A dark hole appeared behind the cabinet. Behind the cave entrance is a corridor. The ground is paved with smooth stone slabs. If you are not careful, you may fall down. The polished walls are also arched and have various shapes, like monsters.
The entire tunnel snaked forward at a slightly downward slope until it disappeared into the darkness that even Turka's eyes could not see the end of.
In fact, others cannot see through this darkness. In their view, the cave in front of them was gloomy and terrifying, exuding some kind of evil aura, like the entrance to hell.
"Don't tell me that you really plan to go in." Nargis's voice was trembling.
Islaan glanced at him. Ever since the assassin shamefully chose to turn around and run away, the impression of this guy with only one eye in the hearts of the Red Guards has been extremely bad. But they were afraid of Turka Aracano's power, so neither the Redguards nor the Dervishes were wise enough to ridicule him.
"If you have other choices." Islaan tightened his grip on the battle ax in his hand and gestured to his companions.
The Breton man sighed almost resignedly and continued to recite a spell. The green light in the hands of the magic swordsman "Vita Sez" once again lit up, and spread like ripples to the depths of the cave.
This is the second time that the magic swordsman has cast this spell. Judging from the effect just now, this should be some kind of detection technique.
Sure enough, Tamriel has more magicians per capita. Turka had some strange thoughts that he hadn't seen for a long time.
The magic swordsman with light red hair nodded, and the Red Guards who had been prepared immediately walked in.
"Glast Reis." The ascetic followed closely behind, and he whispered another spell. The orange-yellow ball of light from before reappeared above his head, illuminating Islaan and those who followed him. The path followed by the Demon Swordsman and the Huntress after that.
It is said that Islaan and the others did not trust Turka too much at that time, so they did not invite him to participate in their adventure. It was just fate that they met here, how could they stay out of it?
In fact, during this process, only the huntress looked back at him from time to time.
"Wherever and whenever, fate is always entangled," Turka Aracano said in Sindarin. The reason is that at that time, he also felt the evil hidden under the ground, and he had some forward-looking premonition of what was about to happen.
Nargis couldn't understand the words in his mouth that were full of some strange charm and more beautiful and moving than any language he had ever heard. He just looked at him submissively and watched him walk into the darkness.
"Shul! Okai! Kena! Mara! Protect me!" The one-eyed assassin who calls himself a follower of Mephala called out the holy taboo of the original spirit of creation. He was so shameless and cunning that he didn't look like a Nord. The assassin followed Turka with grief and anger, and also walked into the darkness.
The caves are dark and lightless, just like an RPG game with a light and shadow special effects overhaul mod - most of the crypts in Skyrim are dark and lightless. Adventurers and those greedy tomb robbers will not choose to break into the cave alone unless necessary. Full of dangerous tombs and caves. Mortal eyes simply cannot adapt to such an environment. Even with the magic of the ascetic monks, Islaan and the others cannot see clearly the space five yards away from them.
Above their heads, the rugged rocks were like the teeth of a monster, as if they could be swallowed up at any time; the twisted corridors and tunnels were like the stomach of the monster, and everyone seemed to be walking in a devil's cave leading to death. In the winding and dark tunnel, except for the cold and gloomy atmosphere and the sound of their footsteps, there was no trace of living people.
Moreover, there is an extremely evil aura lurking in the darkness, and everyone who touches it can't help but feel horrified and fall into despair.
It's just that Islaan and his companions are warriors with strong minds and strong minds. They calmly and carefully took cautious steps, step by step along the slippery floor and walked into the depths of darkness.
Turka walked behind them, not far but not too close.
Lo and behold, the blessings about the one god, Eru Ilúvatar, are still perfectly present in him even across the crystal wall and time. His eyes shone brightly in the darkness, like two ambers, beautiful, crystal clear and fascinating.
Sometimes he observed the orange ball of light on the ascetic's head, and sometimes he looked thoughtfully at the dark and gloomy cave, silently not knowing what he was thinking.
The one-eyed assassin staggered behind him, looking quite embarrassed.
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