, the Dragonborn from The Lord of the Rings
When Yin Silan woke up again, he thought he had had a long nightmare. But he didn't want to remember the dream anymore. His head hurt—even though it had healed—but he reflexively rubbed his face.
In the dream, his face was shattered.
Then he saw the familiar bright white soft light, and Yin Slaan breathed a sigh of relief.
"You're awake." A deep voice said.
Yin Slaan turned around and saw that it was Duran, a Nord who looked extremely amazing. First of all, his thick golden hair is gone, and his shiny forehead and lack of eyebrows make people laugh; secondly, at this time, the Nord is wearing a cloak that is too big for him, and the wide sleeves are covered by Dragging it to the ground, the huge hood hung limply on his back, making him look like a down-and-out traveler. Yin Slaan checked several times before finally recognizing that the cloak was originally The owner is none other than Turka Aracano.
"So," he said, "we're saved?"
When he said this, Yin Silan's eyes naturally looked at the huge figure sitting at the other end.
Due to the loss of his cloak, Turka Aracano finally revealed the light blue robe hand-sewn by the most skilled Firstborn Master, on which two strange stars were luxuriously embroidered with mithril and gold threads. The two-color tree is dotted with three gems on the crown. It is almost as gorgeous as Yin Slaen and the others have ever seen in their lives! There is a crown embellished with diamonds and rubies tied on the forehead, and the long, smooth black hair is tied behind the ears to the broad and strong waist; the majestic golden vertical boy shines under the refraction of magic light.
What is disturbing is that this awe-inspiring demigod of unknown origin is frowning at the moment, as if something embarrassing is bothering him. Even the Red Guards just nodded and turned their heads when they woke up. Continue to ponder.
There was a huge black sword stuck in front of him. The huge blade was dark and glowed with an ominous red light. The tooth-shaped blade easily broke through the hard ground and stood upright in Turka Alaka. In front of Nuo. It was the cursed broadsword in the hands of the king of Silverais!
"Saved?" The ascetic monk nodded comically - please forgive Yin Slaan for thinking of this word first, he was really not used to the unfamiliar appearance of his companion - "If what you are talking about is: your tattered head After being cured, the half-elf's arm was attached, and my..." he sighed, "...the injuries are no longer a problem, then yes, we are saved."
There was a chuckle from the side.
They both turned their heads at the same time. Found out to be the Huntress. "Forgive me," she said, "but I'm not quite used to your appearance yet." Solini Yurad winked at Duran.
Dulan touched his shining forehead, showing a sad look.
This made Yin Silan's heavy heart become happy, and the first smile in many days appeared on his rigid face. "The new image is good," he said. "You remind me of the Archbishop."
The ascetic monk's expression became even more embarrassed.
"But it's still nice to see you wake up." She said to Yin Silan.
"Maybe you need some water." The half-elf also came over, holding a bronze urn engraved with a certain pattern in his hand, which contained most of the urn's clear water.
This couldn't be more timely. Yin Silan took it and drank it in big gulps. He didn't stop until his thirsty and hoarse throat was relieved.
"I thought we had run out of water a long time ago," Yin Slaan said with a breath.
"——He, I mean, Master Turka used magic to absorb a little bit." The Breton shrugged habitually, but then, he strangely slumped his right shoulder, making him look like this now Extremely funny.
But this time Yin Silan was no longer in a relaxed mood. He knew the reasons for the various strange behaviors of his companions, and he couldn't help but grin.
Healing spells can only heal physical wounds, they cannot do anything to deal with the damage done to the mind. Yin Silan confirmed this again.
The Red Guard man put down the bronze vessel with half a jar of water left and sat up.
At this moment, they were staying in another Dwemer hall, surrounded by empty stone walls and floors paved with straw. There was a stone table with two chairs on which various abandoned water bottles and bowls were placed. In the corner There are also two small boxes that should be used to store personal belongings - the locks of the boxes have been opened, and the things that may be inside have been taken away or discarded by unknown objects - the soft light of the magic light spell illuminates The surrounding space prevents darkness from filling the place.
Everything seemed to be back to the beginning, as if the scene not long ago had already happened in the last century.
Yin Silan was stunned for a moment. But then he knew it was all true. The Red Guard took a deep breath, walked up to Turka, and said, "The assassin... I mean, the one-eyed gentleman is missing."
The demigod finally looked at him.
"He wandered between light and darkness, but could not escape the shackles." Turka said calmly, "But wasn't this expected? He once wielded a sharp blade towards evil, but lost his way in the light. This It's his fate and his choice. None of us can help him."
Yin Silan was silent for a while, then nodded, "That's true."
Then they stopped talking about it.
"The second altar—" the Red Guards broke the calm.
"Molag Bal's conspiracy did not succeed." Turka's eyes moved from the magic sword to him again. The previous fierce battle was not happening, and the power of light and hope was still flowing through him. "He knew that I would stay to stop those depraved, pitiful creatures, and he tried to use a spell caster to summon a wraith to deal with me - this was indeed a bit beyond my expectation, but in the end I destroyed the evil spirit. monster!"
It was also the first time for the others to hear about this. They looked at each other in shock, as if there was a terrifying monster in front of them that even the followers of Standal, who were determined to destroy all fallen creatures, found it troublesome: it did not come from the kingdom of the living, but The dark side of Okai is almost invulnerable to mortal spells; its appearance represents the coming of death, it is the enemy of all living things and the obituary of death! No one in Nirn cared to see them except the priests of Orkai.
Turka Aracano's speech dispelled their inner fears. His voice was gentle and charming, and the power of light appeared in him. "After this battle, I know that our earlier plan may have troubles! So! I left the fallen clan behind and went to look for you. I passed through the nest full of strange insects, followed your footsteps, and came to the huge bronze door. I opened the door and found the injured Ms. Solini, She told me your experience..."
Having said this, he looked at the female Nord and nodded with a smile.
Solini Yorad's face turned red instantly. But fortunately, everyone was immersed in Turka's story, and no one noticed the huntress' embarrassment.
Under the soft magic light, Turka continued to tell, "——I admire your courage. You persisted until my arrival! The enemy is a lord of Cold Harbor, who has an almost paranoid fanaticism for fighting. But he can perform the task of the Father of Vampires very well - Morag Bal tried to banish me, and the spellcaster who summoned the wraith and the King of Silvila laid a magic trap on her statue... "
"A banishment spell!" the huntress interrupted, witnessing his battle with the King of Silverais.
"But if Morag Bal planned all of this," the Breton asked, "how can he be sure? I mean, it was obviously us who rushed to the altar..."
Turka, who was interrupted one after another, was not angry, but looked at the red-haired half-elf with a smile, "So the enemy summoned a second contracted creature. An Annihilation Lord."
Xi Lang was immediately speechless.
"That's a formidable opponent." Yin Silan rubbed his face again and agreed.
Dulan showed an expression of approval, but his strong and healthy body couldn't help but tremble, as if he had fallen into a fiery hell, the tearing pain broke out again. His eyes fell on the magic sword in front of Turka.
This caught the attention of others. Including the female hunter, everyone looked at the cursed sword that was forged in the plane of annihilation.
"This is a magic weapon." Turka understood their worries. He pulled out this terrible weapon with one hand. The huge two-handed heavy sword seemed to be just a light flesh-picking knife in his hands. He casually laid it across in front of the others, letting them see this terrifying weapon. There is a row of sharp and vicious teeth near the tip and hilt of the sword. Anyone who tries to fight against this weapon will suffer the tearing of these terrible blades. On the dark sword body, magic runes appeared faintly with a faint red light. "It is enchanted with extremely powerful magic. I'm sorry to say this, but I imagine some of you have experienced its horror."
Dulan and Xi Lang trembled uneasily. They always felt that when Turka Aracano said this, those majestic golden vertical boys had been staring at them.
In fact, Turka just looked at them with pity, hoping that they would not be defeated by the fear and prejudice in their hearts. After all, the Nords and Bretons suffered a lot from this sword. Ah, yes, the second altar has been destroyed by him, and the vampire father's conspiracy has not succeeded. And this demon giant sword is his trophy.
"But this sword is cursed." Solini Yurad made a disgusted expression and said worriedly: "Using it may bring bad luck!"
"Don't be stupid." Turka scolded, his soft eyes turned serious, as if a king was angry, "This is just a sword, no different from the ones you use. Swords can kill people, are these the evil ones? Cold iron?" Then, the expression on his face softened again, "Of course, there are items in this world that can twist people's hearts, but it is not this sword! So, don't worry about it, my friend. "
Solini Yurad's face turned red again. Yin Silan and the others couldn't even tell whether she was shy or embarrassed after being scolded.
The Breton restrained himself from showing the same expression on his face, and he said mockingly, "This weapon may add strength to our cause, who knows?" He bowed to the demigod. , which can be regarded as an apology for my companion.
So, the topic was dropped.
"The enemy's caster summoned the Lord of Annihilation in order to prevent you from destroying the father of vampires' conspiracy first." Turka nodded to the half-elf and continued, "But as Molag Bal told me Knowing so much, don’t I understand how vicious and despicable she is? Morag Bal’s plot finally failed, and her minions were banished back to her evil and terrifying world. The father of vampires could only roar helplessly in the void, And we will continue to move forward.”
Turka caressed the broadsword in his hand and inserted it into the ground again.
The worried and uneasy sights in the air temporarily lurked again as the red light disappeared.
After a moment of silence, Yin Silan asked: "But the spell caster..."
"This is what I'm worried about." Turka stood up. His strong body like a god cast a huge shadow on the Red Guards and the others, making everyone feel a trace of pain from deep in their souls. disturbed. He said: "I did not find the sinister and depraved magician nearby. He seemed to have escaped. But we must move on, because I have a hunch that this matter has reached the most critical moment. We must find a way out of Molag Bal Stop her before her evil plot succeeds!"
***
Markarth looks eerie and terrifying at night. Dark clouds covered the twin moons in the sky, and a huge shadow was like a curtain, covering the city on the border of Skyrim Province.
The war has been going on for a week. Countless people died, the laughter and laughter of the past had long disappeared, and people were shrouded in the shadow of fear and death. Nowadays, the first thing the citizens of Markas and the fleeing people do when they wake up every day is to pray, celebrating that the city is still persisting and that their lives are still there.
On the first day of the war, the Forsworn briefly broke through the gates of Markarth under the power of the powerful Heart of Thorns and the magic of the Crow Hag. They massacred everyone in the market and business district, regardless of men, women, old or young, strong or sick. No one, poor or noble, can escape death. Corpses filled the square in front of the market.
Later, the city lord's guards arrived and drove them away. But the fear caused by the enemy has been planted. The people of Markas dare not imagine what their future will be like if the city is really attacked by those brutal savages.
Even if they promote it, they are the real masters of the Frontier Territory! The empire only used despicable plots to plunder and occupy their homeland when they were weak.
In addition, because there are so many people fleeing, the materials that were originally sufficient for Markarth City began to be scarce. This city has never been known for its abundant resources. Its lifeline lies in its connection with the sentinel city of Gaoyan and the fallen city. Orsinium in Hammer, Solitude in Skyrim, Windhelm City, and commercial trade in Snowrun - Markarth uses its rich gold and silver to exchange for food, building materials, clothing and other living supplies from other provinces. These commercial routes supported the prosperity of the frontier territory.
However, due to the well-known war that took place in the south, wars broke out everywhere in Tamriel, and normal commercial trade had long been cut off. Moreover, Markas City is now surrounded by these primitive tribes. Not to mention food, not even a bird can fly out. The whole city has begun to fall into a terrible situation of lack of food and clothing.
The people now started to quarrel over a piece of bread, and even beat their heads to pieces when they got excited. Guards have thrown rioters into jail more than once.
But soon, even the Sidana Mine could no longer accommodate so many prisoners——
As a result, the masters of Shixia Fortress began to order the guards to treat these people more harshly. Every time, the citizens of Markas and the fleeing people see the corpses lying in a pool of blood that may be your neighbors, or even your family members, and a terrifying atmosphere begins to pervade Markas.
Many people believe that perhaps without the horrific barbarian attacks outside the city, Markarth would eventually fall into a desperate hell under the rioting people. After all, if one day there is no more bread, the hungry people will only eat people...
Harald Silverblood has become very violent recently. At least two servants have been beaten to death by the furious leader of the Silverblood clan because of some small mistakes, and their bodies were thrown into an unknown filthy and smelly sewer.
He paced back and forth in the study uneasily, his originally cunning and cold eyes filled with ominous bloodshot eyes. In his rage, the silver-blooded clan leader wished that someone could stand in front of him so that he could vent his inner depression and anxiety.
He swore that this time he would not let the guards execute them lightly, but would tear them alive himself!
Harald stopped in front of the desk, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.
A few days ago, violent vibrations came from the ground. The entire city of Markas was like a castle on a sandbank, swaying and threatening to overturn at any time.
Although it turned out to be an insignificant earthquake - whoever believed this must be an idiot, Harald thought.
No one knows the role played by the Lord of Annihilation and the Silver-Blooded Patriarch in many recent events and the conspiracy behind them. But Harald knew that it was definitely not that simple.
And at that moment, the connection with the master was severed.
This made the Silver-Blooded Clan leader extremely uneasy.
Afterwards, Harald secretly went to the abandoned hut, but what made Harald bewildered was that the tunnel leading to the underground altar had already collapsed. Harald had no idea what was going on.
"Damn it!"
Harald Silverblood's bloodshot eyes glowed with a ferocious light. The little sanity that was already there completely collapsed. The Silver-blood patriarch punched the desk hard, and the loud sound echoed in the quiet Silver-blood villa. But no one dared to come in and disturb the mad patriarch.
The plan has clearly reached a critical moment.
Harald Silverblood breathed heavily, and his collapsed sanity gradually recovered. He glared at the desk that had become a pile of expensive garbage with disgust, walked to a window, frowned, and felt bitter. I pondered painfully as to which link made the unforgivable mistake.
The plan must be implemented.
Looking at the chaos in the city, this believer of the Lord of Slavery and Domination, the Soul Reaper, the Father of Vampires, the King of Rape, and the Demon God Molag Bal muttered: "All for annihilation! All for Molag Bal. !”
"well said."
A hoarse and weird voice sounded.
Harald Silverblood was startled and turned around quickly.
