1E 2920, Utile month, 5th
Summerset Isle, Atam
Sotha Sil's voice came from the cave and echoed in the air. _o_m "Remove the rocks!"
The apprentices immediately followed the instructions and rolled aside the boulder at the entrance of the Dream Cave. Sotha Sil emerged from the cave, his face stained with soot and looking tired. He felt as if he had been away for months or even years, but only a few days had passed. Apprentice Lilasha held his arm, but he just smiled kindly, shook his head, and refused her help.
"Did you... succeed?" she asked.
"The demons I talked to agreed to our conditions," he said nonchalantly. "From now on, they can only respond to the calls of mortals through specific media, such as witches or warlocks."
"Then what do you promise to give them in return?" asked a Nord apprentice.
"Bargains with daemons," Sotha Sil said, as he headed toward the palace of Exis to meet the master of the Saiyink Order, "are not to be discussed with the pure."
Sotha Sil, also known as King Set, is one of the three gods of the Tribunal who lead Morrowind. He has a lot of titles, such as the Architect of Time, the Binder of Death, the God of Clockwork, and the Lord of Mysteries. The Father, the inspiration for craft and magic, the light of knowledge, and more.
He, Vivec, and Almalexia stole the power of the Heart of Lorkhan in the Red Mountain, thus becoming living gods beyond the boundaries of mortals.
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now
Turka ran quickly, his huge body unable to move in the low cave. In some particularly narrow places, he had to bend down and hunch like an old man to pass - the halls of Dwemer are actually not so boring. The dwarves of Nirn are very similar to the dwarves of Middle-earth. Their buildings are grand and grand, with high domes and huge windows. The corridors are neat and straight, full of strong symmetry and geometric style.
But because the Charus beasts raised by Varmo built their nests here, these creatures spit out sticky saliva and used gravel and other waste to build stalagmite-like cone-shaped structures with hair embedded on them. Eggs of dull light. As a result, the wide corridor became narrow and boring, and the smell was extremely unpleasant.
Turka carefully avoided those ovaries with strange patterns and did not let the disgusting mucus stick to the hem of his clothes. The noise behind him became louder and louder, and chaotic footsteps and knocking sounds came rhythmically one after another.
He felt a little anxious.
The enemy is somewhat unexpectedly difficult - of course he knows that no plan can be implemented perfectly. In fact, when you plan an action carefully, your failure will also occur at the same time - but the thought of being defeated by his spell Even though the wraith's death howl killed Vamo, Turka still had a headache.
There is actually a Summoning Master among the enemies!
Turka raised his foot and crushed a Charus larva that came out of nowhere, frowning in disgust.
That resentful spirit would not have been summoned unless it was a skilled summoning master. Turka found no trace of the spellcaster in the chaotic enemy group. This made him somewhat worried about the Red Guards who went to destroy the Altar of the Vampire Father.
"At least now we are on the same team." Turka warned himself. They are now trapped underground and must work together to get out of this predicament. Moreover, he is now extremely eager to kill Molag Bal. Kill a god.
And want to do this.
He must grab more... power. Even if he might fall into a more terrible situation.
Molag Bal attempted to drag the souls of the entire Frontier Territory into Cold Harbor to achieve some unknown purpose - Turka failed to find the answer to this from the soul fragments of the vampire father. But one thing was clear: he had to stop this evil god. As for the Lord of Justice, the mortal enemy of the Lord of Slavery, he is still trustworthy at this stage.
Molag Bal knows this, and her enemies are seeking to weaken her power. The combination of the two made her feel extremely frightened. But she cunningly uses her followers instead of coming herself to destroy the encroaching enemy.
Among her followers is a powerful summoner. It was a valuable capture for her.
of trophies. Through evil means, Molag Bal destroyed the soul of this believer and turned him into a tool that knew only obedience. Morag Bal ordered him to summon the resentful spirits of the underworld to try to kill the dragonborn from the other world. At the same time, she arranged a powerful minion to guard around her altar.
The Lord of Slavery is like a huge spider, laying a dragnet in her evil lair, waiting for prey to come.
Yin Silan and the others were unprepared for this and fell into a terrible trap.
Two Vamer lurkers guarded the passage in front of the altar vigilantly. Their breathing was almost non-existent, and their dark armor and maws blended perfectly into the darkness. The guard's sensitive ears twitched from time to time. The toothed sword in his hand was cold and sinister.
Suddenly, a figure darker than the darkness emerged from behind a guard.
A dagger stabbed silently into the guard's neck and emerged from his Adam's apple. The dagger not only pierced his throat, but also brutally cut open the guard's cervical spine and neck. The guard didn't even let out a scream before he collapsed. @·No mistake first~~
The assassin quickly supported the body, and the thick smell of blood quickly filled the dark cave.
The other guard immediately twisted his neck alertly and looked in the direction of his companion. This is the instinct of living things. Even though Vamer's eyes have long been blind, the instinct still made the second guard reflexively make the wrong move.
And that move cost him his life.
The invisibility potion he drank - Turka returned the remaining potion to the one-eyed assassin, which finally allowed Nargis to successfully evade the senses of these extremely vigilant guards - was lost when he launched the attack. effect. The assassin magically pulled out his small machine crossbow, and the poisonous crossbow arrow accurately penetrated the second guard's neck.
The guard screamed before dying.
Yin Slaan jumped out from the shadows in the darkness and chopped off the guard's ugly head with a sword.
The screams stopped abruptly.
***
Turka broke into the beast's den that Yin Slaan and the others had encountered before.
The ferocious Charus beasts lurking in the darkness immediately sensed the arrival of their prey. But their low intelligence has no idea how terrifying the "prey" in front of them is. Led by a long-winged Charus ant beast as big as a calf, these evil insects angrily surrounded Turka Aracano. Their huge jaws are constantly opening and closing, beating.
"Go away, don't bother me!"
Turka growled impatiently, but these ugly and disgusting monsters hissed and foolishly attacked Turka.
Turka let out a hot breath, his golden eyes gleaming in the darkness. But he didn't use his dragonborn powers. Instead, let the surging power of the earth fill his body - he must work harder to adapt to the power of this world. If you don't face dangerous situations, how can you achieve amazing results?
"Liekehtiv쎤rsky!" Turka Alacano shouted a powerful spell in a low voice, and the terrifying magical flames instantly centered on him and swept through the entire beast's den.
The extreme high temperature instantly melted the ferocious monsters one after another. Their wings, carapace, and even towering stalagmites were like castles built on the beach under the power of this spell, falling apart with a push. Until it turns into ashes.
The disgusting slime and mud on the ground turned into steam and ash under the high temperature, revealing the solid ground below. Then the ground melted into some kind of crystal clear crystal.
The shock wave even spread all the way to the tunnel behind him.
Rumble.
The tunnel collapsed.
The huge stalagmites built high by these strange insects to raise their offspring fell down one after another under the violent shock wave, blocking the pursuers from behind. .
