Solini Yorad sat up weakly, clutched the hilt of the sword in her hand tightly, and stared into the gloomy darkness. From the other side of the bronze gate came the shrill hissing sounds of those strange insects, followed by an explosion. The heavy door shook in the explosion, and dust fell down. Then everything fell silent again.
She suddenly had the feeling that something was approaching, but she couldn't be sure that it was approaching.
In the darkness, her heart was beating like a drum.
Suddenly, the heavy bronze door made a sour squeaking sound, as if something was pushing the door. The steel door shaft was twisted with great force, and the door weighing several thousand kilograms was pushed open, and a huge figure appeared. in front of her. In the darkness, Turka Aracano's golden eyes pierced the lightless Dwemer ruins, shining like stars.
Solini's body went limp and she felt that all the strength in her body was draining away rapidly.
But fate kept the female Nord from death, at least until her true fate befell her.
Turka was also surprised to meet Solini Yurad in this lonely and dangerous place. He realized that the huntress was injured, so he lit the magic light and looked after her carefully.
"Have Islaan and the others made their way to the altar of Morag Bal?" he asked.
Under his care, poor Solini Yurad's inner gloom was dispelled, courage and hope returned to her body and mind again, and she became healthy and full of vitality.
"Indeed," Solini replied, "We bravely broke into the lair of Morag Bal's minions, only to be ambushed by a terrifying enemy. Despair and fear took hold of our hearts. But the Assassin's tools saved the day. We..." She pointed to the door that was forcefully pushed open by the demigod, and exclaimed: "He opened the door to the altar of Molag Bal, but left me weak here."
"Your courage has been proven." Turka comforted her, "The pioneers stepped into the abyss without hesitation, but they left their life to you. Isn't there a difference between the two?"
Solini Yorad fell into silent silence upon hearing this. After a long time, she spoke: "I have been chosen twice by the decision called hope {she was referring to the fact that Islaan chose to go to the rear and leave a greater chance of life to her and others}, but I Have we become pawns of fate? Is there any real hope for our future?"
Turka looked at her and comforted her: "Hope will always exist. All I can say is this." Then he said: "Okay, let us move on, young son of Skyrim, because there are still more responsibilities. The burden is on our shoulders.”
"What is your responsibility?" the Nord woman asked him.
Turka refused to speak any more. His eyes were filled with heartbreaking sadness and longing, but they didn't belong to her. This sadness made his huge, sacred body look hunched and low. At that moment, she knew that she would never be able to get his love, not even the faintest hope.
It is said that at that time, she felt a ray of resentment against the Holy Spirit Mara {Mara is the legendary god of love and marriage, and the source of human compassion and understanding. In Skyrim, the Nords believe that Mara is the maid of the Holy Spirit Genales, while in the hearts of the Empire people she is the Mother Goddess and is considered to be the conscious inheritance of Nier, the mother of the universe. }, because fate made her fall in love with a person who should not have appeared in Nirn, but cruelly made their hearts never belong to each other - we all know that Turka Aracano's heart will always belong to the leader. Fenna Sirir, the most enviable among the children, belongs to the land blessed by the stars, and has not changed even after crossing endless crystal walls.
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What was exposed in front of the Red Guards was a huge hall. Almost all of the Dwemer-style carvings and niches here were removed and abandoned by the followers of the Lord of Slave. In its place is an utterly sinister horror construct. The space in the hall is extremely huge. Nargis is neither an engineer nor a miner. He cannot imagine what force (there are at least more than 200 feet of soil and rock bed above it) that can support this roof. The stone pillars lining both sides of the rectangular chamber appear to be more decorative than practical. The pillars and walls are carved with scenes of unimaginable horror. The silently screaming faces of men, women, children and beasts leered at Nargis, their expressions condensed in a moment of pain. Only craftsmen who have entered the Demonic Abyss can carve such a painful face.
At the end of the room stood a high altar, several yards on each side, and about twenty feet above the ground. There is a sacrificial altar placed on the high altar, with tortured faces also carved on its surface. The torch placed in the monster-shaped iron candlestick on the wall kept swaying, illuminating the entire secret room. Blood-like wax oil dripped down the candle body onto the altar, and the gold candlestick twisted into the shape of a dying woman.
The statue of Morag Bal is standing on the altar, a pair of evil ruby eyes shining with a devouring light. Two long curved horns poked out from the demon's skull, smiling ferociously at everyone.
"This is really a manifestation of hell!" Nargis said, "Sure, my Lord, have I entered the abyss of annihilation?"
It took the ascetic monk a long time to endure his anger at the assassin's repeated blasphemies. He looked around the secret room, but found no more guards.
"This is not normal." He said to his companions, "There is only one possibility for the dragon's cave to be empty, and that is that the master has already set a trap!"
But the Brighton man shook his head and said: "The detection technology shows that there is indeed no one here."
They looked towards the Redguards.
Islaan thought for a long time, and strong uneasiness filled his heart. But didn't they have other choices at that time? He meditated on the holy name of the Lord of Justice, Mercy and Mercy and asked for the protection of his God. He said: "The matter has reached this point and we have no way out."
A glimmer of doubt flashed in Nargis's single eye, and thoughts of betrayal grew crazily in the assassin's heart. Only the fear of Turka Aracano prevented him from stabbing a dagger in the back of his companions - this was not difficult for him! Although the vigilantes did not have a good attitude towards the assassins, their inner trust in them was gradually established in the battle of life and death - Nargis felt that this was really stupid. Do they think they Is he really a good person? They actually left their back to Nargis. But don’t you know that if the assassin is willing, he can take their lives away at any time?
Struggling hard between light and darkness, Nargis followed the righteous man and walked into this evil altar.
They walked past stone pillars filled with reliefs of men and women with various faces of pain and fear, and the only sound of their footsteps was heard in the huge altar.
"It's really weird." The Brightonian had experienced the horror of the first altar, but apart from the terrifying atmosphere and the ferocious statues around it, this altar seemed to be missing something.
They walked to the steps in front of the altar, and the statue was close at hand. The father of vampires stared at them with his evil eyes carved from rubies, and in a daze, Islaan seemed to hear a burst of crazy laughter.
"Molag Bal is not here!" Xi Lang said through gritted teeth. Finally, the Brightonian remembered something was missing. Compared to the terrifying pressure of the demon in the first altar, there is nothing here.
"What?" Nargis whispered.
No one answered him, and a tall figure turned out from behind the stone pillar closest to the altar. The armor on his body seemed to be made of iron (iron as dark as midnight), covering every inch of his tall body. Rows of sharp knives extended from the forearm armor, and the blades flashed in the jumping firelight, looking like folded wings or the claws of a steel beast. Two twisted broken horns protruded from its demonic head, growing towards the back of its head. Yellow evil eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.
"Demon!"
shouted the dervish.
"I smell weak!"
The demon grinned ferociously, and slashed fiercely at Standal's followers with a huge broadsword in his hand. "You foolishly entered into my Lord's territory, cubs of light! Now, you will pay the price for your foolishness!"
