The huntress clearly remembered that after parting ways with Islaan on the long stone path, she and her companions walked in the darkness, letting pain and sorrow fill their hearts.
Until they saw the evil altar; they saw maybe ten, no, more corpses of innocent people, whose chests were dug out, their bellies and hearts ripped out, hung on twelve stone pillars, and dumped on the cold ground. The filthy blood was like a stream, gurgling towards the statue in the center of the altar. All the corpses had black liquid flowing from their eyes, nostrils and mouths, and the air was filled with the stench and sweetness of decay, which was horrifying.
As if they had been waiting for this moment for a long time, when the Huntress and her companions fell into the underground cave, Morag Bal's evil and terrifying will arrived. He dragged the three followers of Standal who dared to break into his altar into the darkness, and used killing, hatred, jealousy, anger against the light, and the cruel thoughts of enslaving everything to create a new world in the hearts of Solini and the others. A battle between good and evil unfolds in the depths.
She no longer wanted to recall that battle, but it was obvious that Solini Yurad and her companions had failed.
Solini even felt that the blood in her body was still flowing out, and her internal organs were pierced by the fatal blade. The ticking sound was like death like gangrene on her head, and she sneered and wailed sadly. . She sat up, leaning against the cold stone wall, breathing heavily.
Molag Bal. The huntress chewed the name with bitterness and horror. The pain and fear of death made her tremble uneasily.
"Having a nightmare?"
Islaan's honest voice sounded in her ears - this really surprised the huntress. In her memory, even when the Red Guards were drunk, their voices would not be so peaceful. Well, although she hadn't even seen him drunk, that didn't stop Solini Yurad from having such wild thoughts.
The Red Guard's warm hands fell on the forehead of the female hunter, and she muttered a few spells in a low voice. A burst of soft light flowed into her heart, dispelling the uneasiness and panic in her heart, "Go to sleep, we will be responsible for the rest. Vigil.”
The sequelae of the war also showed up on the Red Guards, but surprisingly, despite their weakness, there was a hint of peace in the Red Guards' eyes that always seemed too cold. The blessed amulet was hung back around his neck, emitting a soft and gleaming light in the dim tunnel. This is a sign of divine favor. The Ascetic once had one, but it was destroyed when he fought against the Dragonborn to become a demigod.
Solini tiredly got into the blanket and lay down on the mud floor of the dark cave. Her eyelids felt extremely heavy from fatigue and the power of magic. But the fear lingering in the huntress's heart has not dissipated. Her heart and soul will always be haunted by what happened tonight.
Through the faint light of the bonfire, the huntress saw that the ascetics, like them, looked trembling and sluggish, with their eyes closed, leaning against the stone wall without saying a word. The orange firelight shone on his pale face, making the shadow grow long, like a corpse.
Not far away, the Breton man grunted weakly and shifted his body uneasily. It was obvious that the companions who usually behaved in an unruly manner were actually being tortured by nightmares of panic and fear, and the joy of surviving the disaster could not make them happy.
This reminded her of the horrifying scene where she and her companions were hung on stone pillars like animals waiting to be slaughtered, almost drained of blood, while the demon laughed triumphantly and reaped his spoils.
"We..." Solini Yorad shuddered, weakness and fear taking over her heart and body. Not even a warm blanket could dispel the shivers. She murmured inarticulate words. Ah, poor female Nords, even though their injuries have been healed under Turka Aracano's magic, the horrific experiences of almost being turned into mummies twice in a row still remain deep in their hearts. Indelible wounds were inflicted.
This wound cannot be easily healed even by Standal.
"Shh." Islaan's gentle words were like the whisper of the God of Sleep, emptying the hunter's mind, "We are safe."
In confusion, Solini was entangled with sleep and memory.
"We have wasted two days." Islaan's voice was like the wind in the sky, blurry, "Are you sure we are on the right track?"
Over the campfire, the Redguards were talking to a giant, a powerful demigod who nearly killed them, but also saved them! Look, even though he is just sitting on a stone, it does not cover up the majestic and magnificent figure on his body. His eyes are like the brightest stars in the sky of Nirn, vast, majestic and shining! His long hair is as dark as the night, just like his deep and wise thinking! The plump forehead wears a crown made by the most skilled craftsmen among the first-born children. It is embellished with white diamonds and rubies. Even in the darkest devil's cave, its beautiful brilliance cannot be concealed! A black cloak covered the exquisite robe, and the occasionally exposed cuffs and hem shone with silver and gold. Its magnificence was not inferior to that of the royal family of Summerset Island and the crown robes of the emperor!
His voice is gentle, but he is decisive!
Whenever he opens his mouth, his convincing words are like mountain springs in a stone stream, gurgling into people's hearts, making people unable to help but listen and then obey; but if he gets angry, his thunderous roar will make cowardly and evil people... Fear, liver and gallbladder split. He sat there, sitting in the darkness, but like a great ancient king sitting on his throne of light, watching everything in the world with insight.
He is Turka Aracano, a dragonborn from another world! The man who defeated Molag Bal, the Father of Vampires and Lord of Slavery and Domination!
The most devout ascetics have secretly prayed to God more than once, asking whether the person in front of them is the legendary demigod. But unfortunately, the Lord of Mercy apparently did not respond to him. Or is this great Holy Spirit also in shock?
The female hunter was thinking drowsily, thinking divergently about many things that she would never think about on ordinary days. The inner uneasiness was miraculously soothed, and she briefly calmed down.
“It’s not the wrong direction, it’s just that sometimes we have to take a long detour.”
Turka withdrew his spiritual consciousness from the void, and stared at the Red Guard with his majestic golden vertical pupils. At this time, they were in an abandoned room somewhere. The weak bonfire burned the dark faces of the Redguards even redder. They were surrounded by the Dwemer's unique stone tables and chairs, shabby furniture and rooms that smelled of decay. Books, silk. "The aftermath of the battle collapsed many passages hidden in the darkness. We can only get to where we want to go by bypassing the ruins on the east side."
Although the battle with the Daedra Lord ended with the tacit cooperation between the Lord of Justice, Mercy, and Mercy and Turka Aracano, and the Jedi counterattack repelled the demon god who tried to get involved in Nirn again, the sequelae were not without them. .
Just as Morag Bal 'sees' music from another world in Turka's mind, Turka, who is entangled and wrestling with Molag Bal's will and soul, also 'sees' it Learn some 'secrets' that belong to this world and belong to the Lord of slavery and domination!
Molag Bal is the Lord of Torment, the Lord of Slavery and Domination, the Reaper of Souls, and his evil, dark heart is filled with violence and cruelty. This is His nature. It is also His authority. This cruel demon seeks to enslave everything. This Daedra lord is keen on torturing all lost souls. His plane of annihilation, Cold Harbor, is filled with countless souls that have been seduced, corrupted, and hostile, day after day, year after year. After a year of being beaten and tortured, pain and wailing were the only sounds here.
But Molag Bal really underestimated the alien soul blessed by the creator god of another crystal wall.
Confrontation on the spiritual level is extremely dangerous, much more dangerous than ordinary people think!
Although the alien soul is still very young, the secret fire in his body is extremely powerful. It burns like fire and is eternal. It is the light of life, the soul fragment condensed after Turka crossed the endless sea of stars, and it is also the anchor point of the two worlds.
Morag Bal greedily wanted to devour it, trying to use it as the source of transcendence from Orbis, but ignored the great power it contained.
The two souls collided in the void and devoured each other. It caused the void to tremble.
However, Molag Bal did not know that when he was devouring Turka Aracano, part of his power was also absorbed by Turka Aracano. It is said that by the time the Lord of Slavery began to realize something was wrong, they had been entangled so deeply and for so long that neither side could easily get rid of the other.
So, at a certain moment, they reached some kind of wonderful connection.
At that moment, Molag Bal learned the truth about the existence of another plane, and he went further on the road to escape from the Orbis crystal wall and achieve true eternity;
And Turka Aracano also learned a lot of knowledge that did not belong to him, a lot of knowledge about the origin of the world! That was knowledge that was more real and easy to understand than what he witnessed in the void when the two forces of Anu and Padome collided and finally created the world. At the same time, Turka was also haunted by the whispers of Morag Bal's evil, cruel hatred and hatred for life, and his endless perverted desire for torture - countless tortured souls were in his mind. The memory of Cold Harbor, the secrets of the gods, and information about various legendary timelines of Nirn poured into Turka's mind, making him almost vomit.
But he did not give in, but fought bravely, and finally used some magical Tum to drive Molag Bal's evil soul out of Nirn and out of his mind, never to return again!
When Turk returned to reality from the spiritual world after defeating Molag Bal, he discovered that the trouble was far from over.
First of all, the innocent people on other stone pillars who were captured by vampires and sacrificed to Molag Bal all died - life is the most commonly consumed thing on the road to fighting evil. This is true both in Arda and in Nirn.
Secondly, the battle caused a huge shock. The stone path connecting the underground altar and the cave above was destroyed in the shock. They and Turka were all trapped in the bottomless underground.
and.
"Hey, your followers are about to die, won't you save them?"
Yes, the Redguard and his companions survived. We don’t know what allowed the three female hunters to persevere in that situation, but it is obvious that without Turka’s involvement in the end, they and the Redguards would still be unable to escape the fate of death. . Moreover, the soul after death is very likely to be dragged to Cold Harbor by Morag Bala, the Lord of Slavery and Domination, and tortured.
Of course, it's also possible that they were eventually redeemed by Standal and returned to his sacred realm?
At that time, looking at the four people who were on the verge of death, Turka, who had just used his third dragon roar in Nien, covered his forehead, panted slightly and complained to the void, "Don't pretend to be dead, I know You are!"
No one knows what Turka meant when he said this.
Even Nargis only dared to mutter a few words secretly deep in his heart. None of them mentioned much of what Turka Aracano said that night. After all, this is too exciting for them.
The huge cave that fell back into darkness was silent, as if to say, stupid, stupid!
Turka sighed. He believed that he owed these four followers of Standal a favor. If it weren't for the Redguard's talisman, he wouldn't be able to defeat Molag Bal in the spiritual world.
And the consequences of failure...
"Well, that's exactly how you do it! May the light shine on your asses...I mean faces!"
In any case, Turka couldn't sit back and watch them die like this. After all, they had fought side by side. So Turka endured a splitting headache and tried to grab what he wanted from the fragments of Molag Bal's soul.
Finally, he found it.
"Let me see, how to use this magic... Well, that's it? No, maybe that's the case... Sorry, this is my first time to cast this spell. If there are any adverse consequences, please be responsible!"
Following Turka's jaw-dropping blasphemy, Turka performed a miraculous magic for the first time in his life.
When the holy and bright healing light shined on Morag Bal's evil underground altar, even Nargis had to admit that he had caused a big trouble! An eternal curse!
"Damn Silver Daughter, look what you've made me do! Curse you! Bitch, may the Spider Demon gnaw at your heart! May your flesh be torn apart! May your soul be in the realm of the Webweaver Tortured for eternity in my eyes!"
The one-eyed assassin cursed and shed tears. Then his eyes, stung by the roar of the "Light of Clarity/Purification", regained their health again.
***
"I don't doubt your Excellency, but..." As the conversation continued around the campfire, Islaan looked at his companions and sighed, "Everything tonight is a nightmare for me and my friends."
The Red Guards couldn't help but recall that the vigilantes who were treated as guinea pigs watched in amazement as they regained their health, and were shocked beyond measure.
There are indeed some forbidden spells in Nirn that can resurrect the dead, but most of them are considered heretical by all mages. Because, many times, the effect of these spells is to get you a living corpse, rather than letting people regain health.
But Turka's spell was different. He really rejuvenated the three corpses that had almost lost all their blood, and also restored the overdrawn Red Guards from a near-death state to health.
This is simply a miracle!
Turka, who had cast his first restorative magic in his life, was immersed in the vast ocean of knowledge deep in his consciousness and did not explain too much to them.
Fortunately, the assassin managed to find some food and supplies in another cave, which the vampires had prepared for their human servants. Vampires raise them like humans raise livestock and eat them when needed.
In fact, except for some stupid wolves and bats, when Turka and the others rushed into the altar, most of the believers summoned by Molag Bal were not burned to ashes by Turka's brilliant dragon flames. , was killed by the Red Guards. The rest either fled in confusion after their master was driven from Nirn, or hid in the darkest caves deep in the ruins of the Dwemer, daring not to show their faces again. Perhaps much later, evil will retake this place, that's almost certain. But at the moment, there is really not much that Islaan and the others can do.
With the necessary supplies, Islaan and the others left this evil altar.
Following Turka's instructions, they passed through many dark passages and cave entrances and came to another unfamiliar underground area.
There isn't that sickly sweet taste of rust here - it's the smell of blood. But the weirdness here is no less weird than in the first area. First, it is more desolate and the traces of corruption are stronger. Another stink hung in the air. Various overturned boxes and niches can be seen everywhere in the tunnels and tall rooms. Weapons and armor, torches and lanterns, iron picks and other tools made by the dwarves have been dug out by some creatures and discarded on the ground.
Occasionally, you can still see a few twisted white monster bones with the entire spine bent like dwarfism, abandoned Dwemer spiders, and spherical machines, with dried and disgusting blood stains sprinkled in the corners and pipes.
Obviously, this is another abandoned Dwemer ruin.
Islaan and the assassins were very curious as to why Turka knew so much about this huge underground ruins. It was obvious that like all of them, it was the first time for him to see this Dwemer ruins. .
Islaan stared closely at Turka's golden eyes, full of awe-inspiring majesty, and then lowered his head, "I remember you said that you were just passing by here."
"Maybe it will be clear when Nargis comes back." Perhaps sensing their doubts, Turka finally explained, "Now, you might as well take a rest. Magic can only restore a certain amount of energy to you, but The pain and fear will not go away."
Hearing Turka speak, even the Brightonians who were pretending to sleep couldn't help but pricked up their ears, "As for why I know the way, well, sometimes we don't want to say certain things, I think that's Our rights. In fact," Turka shrugged, "you can understand that it is a kind of magic! Well, that's all I have to say."
Turka smiled and stretched out his slender, huge right hand. A red magical aura emerged in his palm, and the complex spell lines outlined an amazingly exquisite magic circle.
"Now, go to sleep." The demigod said, "You still have a long way to go."
The red magic aura shattered into countless light spots, and a sleepiness deeper than the night enveloped everyone. Islaan yawned and flopped down on his blanket.
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