The next morning - this was what Solini deduced, since there was no way of knowing the exact time. In fact, they have already lost their sense of time. The bonfire was extinguished a long time ago. At that time, five white light groups shone softly in the dark cave, which surprised the female hunter. Because she discovered that this was not the magic of the Bretons and ascetics.
The huntress was awakened by a burst of discussion.
"...There is indeed a passage there, but I found something not so pleasant there." The assassin complained, "Although I have long given up any hope in this dark ghost place, But I still want to say, if I could, I would never go near it!”
Yin Silan frowned and asked, "What did you find?"
Although the Assassin stood up at the most important moment, and the choice in the final battle could be said to be the final word, due to the vigilante's teachings and the Assassin's shameful escape and 'stealing' behavior before, the Red Guards' impression of him was still It's hard to turn around.
Nargis glanced at him contemptuously, as if he didn't bother to talk to him. Well, he was angry that Turka asked him to return the necklace amulet to the Redguard afterwards. It's obviously my trophy. The assassin gritted his teeth in his heart.
But he deliberately ignored that it was he who had torn the amulet from the Redguard's neck.
"Tell me what you know." Turka was not that good-tempered. He just raised his voice, which frightened this guy who was so despicable and cunning that he didn't even look like a Nord. "Don't leave out a word. "
"If you...I mean, you want. Yes." Nargis's face turned red, and his expression changed from pride and contempt to anger and fear. He even bowed his head in a funny way to cover up this embarrassment. Bow, "At your service."
"I doubt it," Turka said. "But right now, I guess we don't have much choice, do we."
The assassin shivered and stood up straight.
"Following your prompts, I have been heading north, with the web weaver at the top. I hope that is the north." Nargis' hand unconsciously rubbed the dagger hidden in his sleeve, which was his expression when he was nervous, "... ...Many of the corridors in the north have collapsed, and only one is still well preserved. I walked about a mile, bypassed many traps, and found an intersection that led to a larger cave."
"What's there?" Yin Silan asked.
"Broken dwarf halls, idiotic big pipes, abandoned alcoves, what else can there be?" Nargis said gloomily, "Of course, there is also the same, disgusting darkness as always!" The assassin looked at him with contempt, "If that's what you meant. Congratulations, you found it."
If it were the Red Guards in the past, the assassins would definitely have to suffer a little. But now, the vigilante just glanced at him and turned away.
"Don't waste my time." Turka said sternly, "You only need to tell me everything you saw. The rest, I will decide whether it is useful or not."
"Of course." The assassin's expression stiffened, and he bowed slowly, "You have the final say."
As if he was reminiscing, but also as if he was doubting, the assassin continued after a long time: "Behind that intersection, I can feel the presence of something..." He spread his hands, "I tried to figure out what happened, but humans can't Seeing things so deep underground, and that thing is keenly aware of the slightest sound in the darkness, so I thought maybe it would be a better decision to come back and report to you."
"After all, you still haven't discovered anything." Xi Lang from Brighton also joined the discussion and said contemptuously.
"If your magic can solve this problem, I'll be happy to do so!" the assassin sneered.
"What!" The magic swordsman was furious and wanted to reach out to touch his weapon, but suddenly remembered that his weapon had been discarded by him long ago because their weapons were all used as part of the sacrificial ceremony by Molag Bal. Already tainted by evil. The vigilantes could not look directly at the weapon that had nearly killed them. After all, they were clearly supposed to be the sharp blades that protected them.
"Didn't I say that I decide everything here?" Turka said unhappily, his majestic voice rumbling like thunder, crackling in their hearts, and the vigilant and the assassin turned pale at the same time.
At that time, the fragments of Morag Bal's soul roared in Turka's heart, and evil murmurs and tortured howls filled his ears, making his figure tall and terrifying, like an ancient demon god. Everyone felt deeply frightened.
"You saved my life." Under Solini's worried eyes, the Breton lowered his proud head. "If it is your order, then I will be happy to obey it."
Nargis almost fell to the ground. He hurriedly offered his loyalty to the great Turka, smiled flatteringly, and called him master.
"You swing back and forth between light and darkness," Turka glared at him. "This is your nature. Although I don't like it, I think we can't ask for more. After all, you can even switch back and forth between the gods you believe in." .And, I am not your master.”
Nargis was stunned. He was so scared that he couldn't speak for a long time.
Yin Si La'en and the ascetic monk Dulan saw it in their eyes. The two companions who had experienced many adventures and life experiences together looked at each other, with a trace of worry flashing in their eyes.
In this chaos, the huntress came to her senses completely.
Turka Aracano turned his head sharply and glanced at her. The cold golden vertical boy made her feel a deep sense of oppression. Then, they became soft again, "We will find out what it is. In fact, I already have an idea in my mind." The terrifying shadow disappeared, the light once again occupied the tall halls of Dwemer, and the alien dragonborn changed again. He returned to that majestic yet gentle demigod. He rubbed his forehead and looked extremely tired. "We just don't have much time, and now, we have to move on."
The fragment of Morag Bal's soul gave him great power and much ancient knowledge, but at the same time, the evil nature of the evil Daedra Lord also affected him, making him irritable and violent. , maybe more. He must maintain a balance between himself and his evil alter ego until he finds a way to completely remove the evil fragment of the vampire father's soul.
In fact, if Turka Arakano was not a dragonborn blessed by the one god Yiru Yinluvita, he would have been devoured during the spiritual confrontation with Morag Bal. After all, what is it? A true deity, even if she is evil.
The others were silent.
After a brief tidying up, the group began to move on.
To the surprised gaze of the female hunter, the five soft white light groups trembled and followed the heads of the vigilante and assassin, illuminating the dark road for them. Only then did she realize that it turned out to be Turka Aracano's magic - Turka's sharp golden vertical boy could still see through the slightest movement even in the dark and lightless underground, so he didn't need to The illumination of the light group. But in order for others to travel more smoothly in this dark underground, Turka still spent a night - or, in other words, a few hours - to find the spell he wanted in the soul fragment of Molag Bal.
Glast Reis Gollup——Group Magic Light Technique. This is the incantation and name of this spell.
The soft light dispelled the darkness, making Yin Slaan and Nargis feel a little relieved after staying in the deep underground world for two days.
Not only were there many roads to choose from, but there were also potholes and traps in many places. As they walked through, their footsteps echoed in the dark underground ruins on the roadside. There are cracks and fractures in the walls and the ground, and chasms often appear unexpectedly in front of your feet. The passage was winding, and they walked a long and steady descent before becoming level ground again.
They seemed to go on and on, never ending, towards the base of the mountain.
Yin Slaan estimated in his mind that they had penetrated deep into the ground. The air became stuffy and the smell of decay became stronger. The traces of the Dwemer ruins had already stretched out, as if the entire mountain range had been hollowed out by them, which proved the original legend. How glorious the race was.
Then they saw the intersection the assassin was talking about, and a wide corridor suddenly appeared in the middle. At the end of the road is a new huge cave. What is surprising is that deep in this cave, there is a faint light, as if fireflies are flying, and like some kind of gem shining. There was a trace of evil intention in the haze.
Turka made a gesture, and four of the five light groups were extinguished, and the brightness instantly decreased to the minimum. In fact, if it weren't for the worry that the Red Guards, his companions, and the assassins couldn't see in the dark, Turka even wanted to extinguish the last light ball.
"This is it." Nargis said in a low voice. "I can feel the evil and danger entrenched inside it. If possible, I don't want to go deep into it."
"First Evolution"
Yin Slaan looked at the Breton. The half-elf frowned and took a few steps forward. He whispered a spell in a low voice, "Vita Sez!"
The light of the life detection technique flashed past, and the magic spell flashed through the dark cave like ripples. In his thinking vision, Xi Lang clearly 'saw' the figures of the lakes hidden in the darkness. They seemed to have a humanoid appearance, but they were all hunched over, either wandering around or lying on the ground, motionless.
The Breton man nodded palely.
Yin Silan's heart sank.
"There is indeed evil hidden here." The ascetic monk also said to Yin Slaan with a solemn expression, "Just like that altar."
Turka frowned. Although he 'saw' some disgusting scenes from the soul fragments of the vampire father, when it all really appeared in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little angry and sad—— This sorrow is not out of anger against the father of vampires, this sorrow is for another once glorious race.
In Turka's sharp and penetrating golden eyes, the cave not far away was empty and boundless, filled with lonely and vast caves and halls, as well as endless branching staircases. Those so-called glimmers of light were actually A kind of fungus that exudes a dull light. They grow in damp corners and walls, attracting in the darkness all animals trapped inside and life that dares to get close.
Near these fungi, there are all kinds of dangerous and deadly traps and alarms for prey to be fooled - they are strings of pendants made of various animal bones - which will glow when the prey is caught by these. Attracted by fungi, they fall into the traps they set. Their frightened struggles will immediately trigger these rattling bone strings.
The fallen creatures lurking behind all this heard these noises and immediately knew that another prey had fallen into their trap. After making sure that they are no longer moving, these depraved and pathetic creatures will emerge from their filthy and smelly caves, and use large clubs and iron tools full of sharp teeth to end the prey's head. Their miserable lives.
"The shadow of the King of Torment shrouds this dark and dark place," Turka's original tired expression was replaced by solemnity and sternness. His shadow became taller and larger, and full of threats, paired with his huge and majestic figure. His body almost filled the entire Dwemer hall. Everyone subconsciously clenched their fists and ax handles - among the four vigilantes, only Yin Slaan still clenched his battle ax full of gaps; Nargis kept swallowing his saliva, The nimble fingers moved spasmodically across the handle of the dagger, but they didn't dare to make a sound. "The devil's plan is actually an attempt to drag the entire frontier soul leader into her evil and desolate plane - Cold Harbor."
The air seemed to be vibrating. Turka Aracano's majestic eyes stared at everyone. Slowly, the vigilant and the assassin let go of their hands, and they began to tremble.
"She laid a huge soul trap spell in the Rift Mountains. All the souls who died in Markas will become her trophies and be tortured forever!" Turka looked away and the shadow faded. He seemed to have shrunk into a majestic king again, with a tall and straight figure and a worried expression, "We must completely thwart her conspiracy before things become irreversible."
"The previous altar was just one of them. In the Dark Territory, there were two more identical magic nodes. They shrouded the entire Rift Mountain Range, and there was one right here. In fact, I can feel that the battle on the ground is about to begin. White heat, many souls will be drawn into her realm by the Vampire Father.”
Regarding the news of the upcoming war between the Forsworn and the Nords, Yin Slaan and the others had not heard of it, but no one had ever associated it with the Lord of Slavery and Domination. But considering the true nature of Molag Bal, the Redguards and his companions felt that this was not impossible.
In addition, three of them had personally experienced the feeling of being sacrificed. The feeling of tearing and fear that their souls were about to be dragged into the realm of the demon god was undeniable. Therefore, their faces became pale.
Yin Slaan even remembered what the old bishop said, evil was growing in the south, and the underground party completely confirmed all this.
"What should we do?" Yin Slaen gripped the battle ax tightly and said through gritted teeth.
Although his companions did not speak, Nargis could see from their determined eyes that these self-proclaimed righteous guys were trying to act like heroes again. He stood for a moment, nervous and hesitant. Then he sighed. "Okay." The assassin said resignedly, "We have to save the world again? Why not?"
It is said that at that moment, a smile appeared on the corner of Turka Aracano's mouth.
Perhaps this scene did not exist in the original history. Or perhaps, this crisis was solved by some other hero - anyway, there was no such mission in an RPG game he had played - he only knew that he had to solve the trouble here. This is not just for kindness and justice, but because he and Molag Bal, the powerful father of vampires, the lord of slavery and domination, and the king of torture, are destined to only have one alive!
Because he will never allow any evil to tarnish the most beautiful memories in his heart!
Thinking of all the cruel and terrifying images that the father of vampires had conjured up in his mind; thinking that the land he once loved deeply and would always love would fall into greater evil, he became extremely angry. This anger can even set the world on fire!
Moreover, he was worried that after getting the key information from CHIM, the father of the vampire would completely transcend this crystal wall and enter Yiya!
I won't allow it!
Turka Aracano roared in his heart, vowing to crush the father of vampires to ashes!
Even if she is an immortal demon!
