For adventurers, the most dangerous thing about caves is that sometimes you don’t know how deep they are, or where a passage behind them will lead, or what kind of things are waiting for you inside. Turka has obviously experienced this a lot in his long life as a mortal.
He even recalled that one summer many years ago, he first participated in the adventure with the hobbits, wizards, and dwarves who went to the Lonely Mountain to regain the dwarves' hometown. That time, they tragically fell into an orc trap in the Misty Mountains. It was also during that adventure that the Hobbits found the Supreme Lord of the Rings, which kicked off the subsequent Middle-earth coalition forces to destroy the Dark Lord.
Ah, all the beautiful things in the old days seemed to be before his eyes, and the happy songs filled his ears again. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to Middle-earth, to the land he loved among the stars.
Nargis was surprised. This was the first time he felt so close to the true emotions hidden under Turka Aracano's majestic body. This gave him the illusion that the person in front of him was not aloof. A god, but a living person. The assassin couldn't help but said, "I thought you would save him." He supported the almost unconscious Red Guard with difficulty, and complained, "This is ridiculous, I actually saved a person. Maybe justice God will reward me.”
"I thought you believed in the Web Weaver." Turka sadly saw that all the good things were gone with the wind, and familiar people were gently waving goodbye to him. He clenched his fists. "Besides, aren't you coveting other people's property and asking for trouble?" He turned his head and said mockingly.
At this moment, they were walking on the dangerous stone path, with bottomless caves on both sides, and the creepy wind was constantly blowing up from below. The air smelled of decay and evil.
The wind was accompanied by some strange sound.
The sound was like a scream when life was being tortured and tortured, and it was also like evil mocking those who dared to challenge it. A timid person would be frightened crazy in this terrifying environment within a few minutes.
In fact, if it weren't for the stinging feeling in the darkness that someone was always watching, the assassin would have abandoned the Red Guards and fled.
But fate is so puzzling. Since he took over this task from the Silver-Blooded Daughter, he has been closely entangled with Turka Aracano, and he cannot be freed.
As if hearing the quarrel between the two, Islaan weakly made a few inaudible sounds.
"At least... I mean, if you can, can't you help hold the torch?" Nargis struggled to support the poor Red Guard, while being careful not to let himself step out of the edge of the stone path and stagger. , quite embarrassed. So he even started to complain boldly. I really don't know where he got the courage.
Maybe I am too tolerant? Turk thought.
"You can put him down." Turka reminded him in a friendly way, "I believe that if you do this, your god may reward you."
Nargis heard his taunt, the one-eyed assassin grunted, and the obscene voice kept echoing in the empty crypt - in many historical texts, scholars who studied this period and the Imperial University of Offa The mages agreed that the strange and twisted 'friendship' between the two seemed to have been forged from that time.
It is said that Turka Alakano, the King of the Three Crowns and the Most High Ismir, was hailed as the Lord of the Holy Glory in later generations and set off a period of turmoil and chaos throughout Tamriel in the Deep Day. The person who has always been by his side is this Mr. Assassin, whom later generations call the 'Shadow'.
Therefore, when scholars who have been studying whether Turka Aracano really ascended to heaven and became a god, or even transcended Orbis, when encountering related mysteries, they will always look for the traces and words and deeds of this assassin as soon as possible, and send him a message. I hope I can find the truth that is closer to historical facts.
Of course, maybe they were even more curious about what made the powerful demigod known as Turka Aracano at that time make friends with a lowly assassin.
In fact, there are as many opponents as there are supporters as to whether Turka actually ascended to heaven. But one thing we must admit is that no matter what, Turka Aracano is an extremely powerful dragonborn, although there are as many debates about whether he became a dragonborn as whether he became a god - excerpted from "Becoming a Dragonborn" God's Opportunity"
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As if they were afraid of Turka's power, and as if they were waiting for him to come to the door automatically, until Turka and the assassin walked down the long stone path and reached the depths of the crypt, they were not attacked again.
"This is it!" The assassin was extremely surprised. He looked at the scene in front of him in fear, and the hand holding the torch could not help but tremble.
This is a huge place like a square, surrounded by towering stone walls, with rooms one after another, dark stone doors and windows, and the huge pipes unique to Dwemer ruins extending from the bottom. To the entrance of the cave where they came down.
"Yes Yes Yes……"
The one-eyed assassin's voice echoed continuously in the empty underground cave, and anyone who heard it could not help but feel deeply terrified.
There is a circular altar in the center of the square. The altar is carved out of some kind of black marble, with a platform more than five feet high protruding from it, which holds a long, pointed horn. , a statue with fangs turned outward and eyes glowing red.
Twelve towering stone pillars surround the altar, and on each stone pillar hangs a 'sacrifice' that has suffered horrific and terrifying torture. The blood flowed from their bodies, turning into filthy and evil streams, and merged into the mouth of the statue on the central platform of the altar.
This makes the statue appear so gloomy, terrifying, and full of unspeakable evil.
Nargis just glanced at it lightly, and his whole body was shaken by the shock. "Lord of Slavery!" The assassin's lips and face were as pale as a dead man.
Islaan tried his best to open his eyes, but was horrified to find that his companions, the ascetic monk Duran Sever, the magic swordsman Xi Lang, and the huntress Solini Yurad were all struck by long swords and rusty swords. Iron nails were driven into three of the stone pillars, and it was unknown whether they were alive or dead.
"No." The Redguard let out a shrill cry, tears streaming from his eyes, and he struggled and fell from Nargis' arms. Regret and grief gnawed at him like poisonous snakes, almost making him unable to breathe.
Looking at the sad look of the Red Guards, a shameless person like Nargis couldn't help but feel sad. He suppressed his fear and went to help Islaan.
As if aware of the arrival of his companion, the magic swordsman opened his lifeless eyes and weakly uttered the word "run" from his throat. He was pierced through the abdomen with his own sword, and his hands were nailed to one of the stone pillars with iron chains and nails. Blood continued to flow from his chest and wounds, along the altar, and flowed into the statue of the god as if alive. In the mouth.
The ascetic monk and the huntress seemed to have noticed something. Their gradually weakening hearts suddenly beat a few times, but they could not raise their heads.
Turka's expression became very solemn. He stared silently at the strange red eyes of the statue. His majestic and huge body leaned forward slightly, and his vigilance and vigilance were raised to the maximum.
"You! Mortal! You are here."
The evil statue in the altar had a red light in its eyes, and an evil voice sounded in the hearts of Nargis, Islaan and Turka. It laughed proudly and roared angrily. Its terrifying power made the mountains and caves tremble, and it seemed like a god/demon was angry.
"I can smell the power of my father in you {Here, Morag Bal actually reveals something about Tulka's nature}! You are us! You thief!"
"Aha! Look, fear! Yes, you have fear too! Yes, I can smell it! Fear, corruption, death! Yes! Life is like a fragile bud, a lie! Only in dedication Only in the ceremony given to God can the ultimate beauty bloom! Reality can be achieved!"
"Kill them! Crush them! In this way, you will be spared!"
"Come! Come! Mortals! Join us! Let the cries of the dead resound throughout the mortal world and heaven. This is the meaning of the arena you are in!"
It is said that at that moment, the assassin Nargis was tightly gripped by fear. The evil here was beyond his imagination. He kept calling the name of the web spinner, and his legs kept shaking with fear.
Turka always felt that he actually believed in the wrong god, and that he should believe in Nocturnal. After all, isn't it the nature of a thief to lie and make wise decisions? I just don’t know if the Lady of the Night would like to have such a cunning and cowardly Nord among her followers.
"Us?" The evil on the statue was so shocking that Turka couldn't help but feel a little frightened, but he still proudly countered, "No, I don't understand. Who are you?" He said cunningly Trying to get more truth out of the devil's mouth.
But the being behind the statue noticed his unyieldingness and disdain, and he became furious. He kept shouting, detonating a soul storm in the hearts of Turka and the assassin.
"Join! Or you'll die!" the devil bewitched and threatened.
The assassin's face turned pale, his originally vigorous and flexible body became weak and rickety, and his pride turned into humility. He trembled his lips and fell to the ground without saying a word.
Turka Aracano's expression also became solemn, because this was not a tear in the body but in the soul. The devil throws the dice of light and darkness, good and evil, surrender and resistance to everyone. Mortals and believers must pass the laws set by the gods/devils before they can regain their freedom.
Human beings must face the torture of the soul and then prove themselves.
At least that's what the being behind the statue thinks.
"I...no...what is this?"
Turka was surprised to see a familiar place suddenly appear in a starlit land.
It's the valley.
The familiar and pleasant beautiful scene of the Elf House made him almost unable to help but relax. At that time, he seemed to see waterfalls and springs tinkling, grass and flowers swaying in the wind, fallen leaves flying and returning to dust, and the sun shining on the white On the window sill, the smell of beech and flowers is sobering.
Several short but nimble and naughty little people ran back and forth among the mountain valleys, letting the water from waterfalls and streams splash their clothes;
He seemed to see Lothlórien. Under the huge turtle tree, the Golden Lady and Celeborn were looking at him meaningfully. With a beautiful and gentle smile, Princess Dusk Star threw herself into his arms in surprise.
"I'm back?"
Turka murmured. But then he saw everything was suddenly destroyed, and the princess in his arms screamed and disappeared into the void: he saw the elves' homeland plunged into a sea of fire; his loved ones died one after another.
He saw the Lonely Mountain and Edoras in ruins, and the people displaced;
Seeing Minas Tirith and Annuminas, which were called miracles by the saints of all races, being swallowed up by the sea of fire and plague, the heads and bodies of the beloved ones were separated, and they died without closing their eyes;
He saw the fall of the Holy Land in the West, the fall of the gods, the annihilation of elves and humans, the final destruction of all beautiful things, and the laughter of evil, hunting down all ethnic groups who refused to submit. Screams and cries haunted his mind like ghosts;
He saw that the stars dimmed, Yaryn and Tyrion were like two huge balls of light, falling from the sky, and the earth fell into eternal darkness.
As a result, fear grew in his heart, and grief drove him crazy. He ran screaming, crossing mountains and plains, jumping over forests and ocean currents, trying to escape from the terrible doomsday scene.
But no matter how he ran, he could not find the happy and laughing face of the past, as if hope was dead. No matter how much he wanted to stop it, the earth still split under his feet, the oceans dried up, the mountains collapsed, and death and decay became the main theme under the dark sky. In the end, all he could capture was an illusory scene, which faded into nothingness in an instant.
So, in the end, he shed tears and fell to his knees in despair, letting the pain and grief tear his heart apart.
At this time, a voice roared in his mind, "Join us!" A majestic figure appeared where he shouldn't have appeared. He bewitched Turka, seducing him into darkness.
"This way you will be saved!"
Turka raised his head with tears in his eyes, looked at the broken sky, and remained silent.
"Or be stupid and have it all burn to ashes!"
As if aware of the inner struggle and gradually recovering hope of the dragonborn from another world, the black shadow turned into a violent wind, laughing wildly and pounced on him.
In the present world, the majestic and god-like body of the dragonborn from another world could not help but begin to bend slightly under the pressure of the unparalleled divine power of the statue, and confusion and pain appeared in the originally clear and bright golden vertical pupils.
But the Demon God obviously underestimated Turka Aracano's inner tenacity, and he should not be too confident to challenge a soul personally blessed by the Creator God of another plane.
Because he swore at that time that he would not allow the gods/demons to add the so-called fate to him, nor would he allow anyone/gods/demons to taint the deepest beauty in his heart. Therefore, after the initial shock and confusion, he An unparalleled rage burned with fuel in his soul, the secret fire deep within his body.
"how dare you!"
Turka Aracano's majestic body like a god was shaken in vain, and his originally dim and dim golden vertical pupils suddenly widened.
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