"I can cast a spell."
Turka struggles to find what he wants from the fragments of the Daedra Lord's soul while avoiding contact with this infinite evil for too long and being pulled into it - others cannot understand his efforts to escape from the evil. How much effort it took to break free. In fact, for a long time, he had to fight against the murmurs and evil howls and laughter hidden in the depths of his soul - which reminded him of whether Bilbo and Frodo were like this back then. Feel?
He gasped slightly - something he had never seen before in his century - "This allows us to pass through these tunnels and gates as safely as possible."
Turka's golden eyes were like two shining ambers, or gold coins, in the darkness.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Assassin Digu said.
The demigod glared at him sternly, "The problem is that Morag Bal's defeat is only temporary. Her link with Nirn has not been broken. Only by destroying the remaining two altars can the father of vampires be completely cut off. Reach into Mundas's clutches and let her soul fall back to her ghastly lair."
Yin Slaan understood immediately, "So even if we can pass through these caves occupied by monsters, in the end, these miserable creatures enslaved by the father of vampires will still be able to stand in front of us, because he is watching us!"
The last words of the Red Guard made Solini take a breath and widen her eyes. Dulan and Xi Lang also shook uneasily. Only the assassin asked in confusion, "What?"
The ascetic monk looked at Turka, feeling that he no longer wanted to explain to this idiot any more, so Duran could only explain: "We cannot kill these creatures hiding in the darkness! This will only strengthen Molag Bal. of power! But we must destroy the altar of Molag Bal!"
Nargis' face finally turned ugly, as if he had suffered a huge blow, "And the altar is among them! But obviously, the Lord of Slavery and Domination will not just watch us pass through unharmed!" He said Long sighs.
"We walk among wolves, but we hope they won't eat us!" The Breton man also shrugged, "This is a good joke!"
"They are more dangerous than the wolves." Turka could feel the fragments of the Annihilation Daemon's soul becoming more active as he drew closer to Molag Bal's altar - they had to act quickly. "They are a fallen race, a cursed race. They were once glorious and were believers in the light; but now they can only hide in dark caves and feed on poisonous mushrooms and rotten animals and plants; they rob the roads A lone traveler on the surface, hating the light that I once loved, taking pleasure in torturing the humans and elves on the surface and accidentally going deep underground——"
"They were once a branch of the elves, but due to their excessive greed for power and some reasons, they were cursed by the replacement god. Their minds suffered irreversible trauma, and they also lost their pride and future."
There are many things in Molag Bal's soul fragments that frighten Turka, but it is undeniable that at the same time, the torn soul fragments of Molag Bal are also like a treasure house of immeasurable value, and they are constantly Provide him with a lot of knowledge and secrets!
There’s even something about gods!
The Redguards and their companions were all stunned. They kept swallowing their saliva and listened to the legends that had been lost for centuries.
In fact, even the most knowledgeable historians and mages are unable to tell as accurately and surely as Turka about the origin of this group's degeneration, its causes, and even their sad and pitiful living habits. Because they don't have a god to be their 'teacher'.
Turka rubbed his forehead tiredly, and a few wisps of imperceptible black flashed through his golden eyes that were originally as bright as stars, "You only need to know: Morag Bal captured their minds in the darkness, and he promised to let them Return to the light and make them the guardians of this place! But their hopes are doomed, for the Vampire Father will only pull their souls into Cold Harbor! I can hold them off for a while, but it's clear that when we find Morag ·At the altar of Baal, the real test will come! You must destroy the statue of the demon god, but you must not kill these miserable creatures enslaved by Morag Baal!"
"Excellent!" Nargis shouted. "A death mission!"
Duran and the others keenly heard some disturbing words in the mouth of the demigods, "replaced god" and "curse". They looked at each other in confusion.
"The replaced god, Ori——" the huntress exclaimed in a low voice.
"We shouldn't talk too much about the gods." Duran looked at his companions sternly, "Even if it's another god."
Solini Yurad felt as if she had been hit by a huge stick, her face turned pale, she shook her head and hesitated to speak.
Turka felt that his current role was too much like the gray robe wizard - endless worries, nagging thoughts, inscrutable magic, gray beard - he was amused by himself - because since his age Look, he's the oldest of them all, but he doesn't have a beard.
"Eternal God Emperor"
This thought was so sudden, but also filled with uncontrollable pleasure, that it seemed to weaken the endless shrill wails in his mind.
"It is necessary to act with caution, but too much unnecessary worry will not help." He was facing the small bright light of the magic light technique, and his huge body cast a terrifying shadow in the originally dark cave, speaking in a rapid tone He was serious again, as if he had to do this to prevent the Red Guards from seeing the smile on his lips, "The Father of Vampires will be aware of our arrival at any time - in fact, I can feel that the evil here is awakening, and our time Not much! Now, it’s time for us to take action.”
Standal's followers looked at each other. They all looked at Yin Silan with trusting eyes. Finally, the leader of the vigilantes gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the battle ax in his hand.
"Expelling evil is what we must do!" he said.
"Very good." Turka's expression also became serious. He subconsciously touched and embraced the hot and cold flame, which was the ubiquitous earth bone power of Ninn. Then he whispered the incantation. "Tran Quilitans Gollup".
Along with his spell, Nien's ubiquitous earth bone power quickly responded to him. A ball of red light suddenly appeared in Turka's palm, and complex and mysterious magic lines continued to rotate around it, gorgeous. Like the stars in the sky.
"This magic can put most enemies into sleep, but be careful, the real attack will come after we discover Molag Bal's altar!" Turka said.
Yin Silan's eyelids twitched reflexively, and he suppressed the urge to yawn. Mr. Assassin, who was ignored, also took a few steps back in fear.
"Go." The demigod blew into the red light, and the gorgeous magic lines turned into a mist and quickly disappeared into the cave at the end of the intersection.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but the Red Guards and Assassins seemed to hear the sound of falling and the clang of falling weapons coming from the darkness.
"Magic!" the one-eyed assassin gritted his teeth, recalling a certain unbearable past event.
Only the Breton looked at Turka curiously, his eyes bright and excited. He hesitated to speak.
Turka listened and watched carefully.
"Okay." He turned to look at everyone, "Let's go."
The Breton man stopped asking questions. He released a detection technique again, and then nodded towards Yin Silan and the others with a strange look on his face.
They moved forward cautiously and entered the cave that made their hearts sing.
The light of the magic light flickered faintly, illuminating the rugged road beneath their feet.
The corridors and tunnels here are not as straight and smooth as standard Dwemer buildings. A cave can be seen every few feet on both sides of the corridor. Some of them were no more than a few inches deep, while in others only endless darkness could be seen. Maybe they're connected all the way to other tunnel networks. The cave walls here are full of angular and protruding cutting marks and cut depressions. This design is to enhance the shadow effect of those permanent torches. The high ceiling and walls of the cave were completely shrouded in shadow and could not be illuminated by the torches below. The adventurers were all uneasy, wondering whether there were enemies hidden in those shadows.
They leaned together, and from time to time, they would imagine in their minds that a group of monsters were lurking in a place where torches could not illuminate, watching them, or that terrifying monsters would suddenly burst out of the dark cave roof and rush towards them. They avoided traps that could kill them or get them into trouble. In the dark cave, the only sound was the sound of their footsteps as they marched.
"look!"
They walked onto a high platform, and there were many bones lying on the incomplete steps. Broken swords, axes, cracked shields and helmets were everywhere among the bones. The Breton pointed at a shadow that was not illuminated by the magic light source and whispered.
It was a building similar to a human tent. The space was not large and could only accommodate two mats. The triangular spire cast a huge shadow in the dim cave, as if an eye was peering at them.
It guards the end of the platform and stairs.
Relying on the previous spells, Xi Lang remembered that there were two stooped monsters here.
Nargis immediately retreated into the shadows and groped upward silently. Yin Silan and the others couldn't see the assassin, so they stopped and held their breath.
Soon, the assassin's figure appeared again.
"They passed out," the Nord assassin whispered, surprise in his voice.
Everyone looked at Turka who was silent in the crowd.
"Don't stop, keep going," he said.
So they walked up the last step to the tent.
With the light source of the magic light technique, Yin Silan clearly saw the two monsters that shocked him deeply.
They have elf ears, blind eyes, sharp and thin faces, their bodies are jagged and jagged, with little flesh, and their backs are as high as deformed dwarfs. This makes them look thinner than they actually are. Yin Slaan estimated that these monsters were about the same height as humans. They wear a breastplate inlaid with some kind of action bones and iron plates, which is enough to prove that these monsters still retain a certain degree of civilization.
Their weapons fell not far from their feet.
They were two evil long swords. The blades and hilts were covered with sharp iron thorns and fangs, and they were covered with all kinds of filth that were more ferocious than poison. The hilt of the sword was roughly wrapped in animal fur, and oil stains and blood mixed into various disgusting colors.
A slight purr came from their noses.
Apparently, Turka's spell was very effective. They were unaware of the intruder and fell into a deep dream.
Yin Silan picked up their weapons and handed them to the magic swordsman and ascetic monk.
Xi Lang frowned deeply in disgust, but in the end he suppressed his nausea and took a handful. But from the expression of disgust that he didn't want to hide at all, it was easy to see that the magic swordsman was obviously not satisfied with the new weapon.
Duran resolutely rejected his friend's kindness. "The Lord is with me!" he whispered.
The Dervishes are steadfast in their beliefs and even more stubborn than the Redguards were. He declared that he would never use these evil weapons, but everyone knew that they would not be able to deal with the next danger with their bare hands. So Yin Slaan handed him his battle ax, "But we need to walk the road ahead by ourselves until we return to the kingdom of the Lord."
The Red Guard's gaze was so firm that Duran couldn't resist.
He sighed and took the battle axe.
Turka can understand, or in other words, after living in Arda for so long, he can already appreciate the weight of faith in a world where gods and saints walk around - whether it is in Yiya or Orbis, etc. God is real and you cannot ignore it. Good, evil, justice, chaos, or even neutrality, no matter which position you take, you must be firm - a guy like the assassin, Turka hopes Mephala doesn't hear or see this cunning Nord. All kinds of words and actions that are almost blasphemous, otherwise this not-so-generous demon will definitely not let go of this believer who keeps jumping around.
Solini was glad that she didn't have to fall into such a choice. She held the enchanted sword that Turka had found in the Dwemer Hall before, and her eyes couldn't help but look at the majestic figure with a sad expression.
From beginning to end, Turka's eyes almost never fell on her. Even this weapon was transferred through Yin Silan. It seemed that Turka was no more interested and concerned about the only woman in the team than the enemies on the ground.
However, the huntress's heart has long been attracted to the dragonborn from another world who is extremely beautiful even among first-born children, but even more powerful.
Soon, they moved on.
Yin Slaan and the others followed Turka's guidance, walked down the high platform, and entered a long, dark corridor. There are many tall rooms on both sides of the corridor, which are scattered with various abandoned niches, pots and basins with complicated patterns that have fallen on the ground, as well as various wrenches, gears, etc. with unknown uses.
In the last two rooms of the corridor, they found multiple creatures that were exactly the same as the two monsters they encountered before. They were all under Turka's spell. At this time, they were either lying on the stone bed and fast asleep, or they fell on the cold ground, with a big bump on their foreheads.
The weapons of these monsters were scattered all over the floor.
It seemed that he was swept away by Turka's spell without even reacting.
And when they walked through this corridor, a larger and magnificent cave suddenly appeared in front of them. Yin Slaan could not tell how high the dark cave above his head was, but what shocked him was that to his left, right and right in front, there were three huge platforms standing on bottomless stalactites. There are three watchtowers built on it, and three Dwemer siege crossbows are installed on the watchtowers.
Yin Si Laen had no doubt that the huge crossbow could easily penetrate a mammoth.
"Quick, Morag Bal has noticed our arrival, and my spell cannot delay it any longer." Turka could feel that as they went deeper and deeper into the enemy's lair, the evil seemed to be awakening. In the darkness, a strange atmosphere is spreading.
He clearly saw that several sentries were waking up on the three sentry towers.
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