The Frontier Territory is a barren kingdom surrounded by various lofty mountains. To the west is the Zhudaqi Mountains spanning Hammerfell and Skyrim, to the northwest is the Jero Mountains, and in the center are Lake Kass and Mount Kass. , there is almost no plain land flat enough for farming. Markas is located in the southernmost branch of the Zhudaqi Mountains. Its cliffs are like a huge moat, blocking attacks from the west and north.
Mednach walked up one of the low spur hills and looked down at the camp of the Forsworn army in the south.
But the towering and precipitous Zhudaqi Mountains are like a giant spanning the earth, leaving an awe-inspiring shadow between heaven and earth, while the Kas River pours down from the southern mountains like a deeply dug gully. Passed through the entire central region. This creates an excellent place that is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Anyone who attempts to challenge without any plan will fail miserably and be defeated.
The Tattered King is a king with far-sighted vision but a tough mind. He knows very well that it is difficult to break through the Dwemer fortified city that is closely guarded by the Nords with the power of the Forsworn tribe alone. So, if we say, At the beginning, Mednach was still hesitant about 'that idea', but gradually, his eyes became determined.
Even if you deal with the devil!
He thought so. I also want to take back our home. Then revitalize our civilization, so that our people can get rid of those ignorant, primitive blood worship and blind and narrow hatred!
At this moment, a mysterious man wearing a thick cloak, hiding his sinister and vicious face in the shadows, walked out from behind a rock on the edge of the cliff, "I'm glad you can fulfill your promise. My dear friend," the man said, "I hope I didn't keep you waiting."
Mednach seemed to have already understood, and did not panic. He just looked at him calmly. "We have never been friends." Tonight's night is as dark as ink. The red moon Sekunda and the silver moon Mathur are obscured by a large dark cloud. Only the stars in the south are still shining. But even so, Mednach still recognized that the mysterious man in front of him was his 'ally', a despicable villain hiding in the darkness.
"Harald Silverblood." He said the man's name.
The patriarch of the Silver Blood Family showed a weird smile. He raised his head and let the starlight fall on his sinister and vicious face. "But we have a common cause, don't we?"
No one knows how the two met and how they planned this major historical event that would later be called the 'Rebellion of the Forsworn'! But one thing is certain, it was Harald Silverblood's betrayal that led to a series of tragic events in the future.
Mednach did not speak, but stared at him dangerously - it may be difficult for people to believe that the leader of the Forsworn, who is as strong as a berserker, is actually a highly skilled battle mage. "I'm not here to listen to your rhetoric." Magical energy flowed through Mednach's fingertips, and the mantra in his mind could blurt out at any time. "The reason why we can stand together peacefully is not to smear each other with blood. body, just because you said there was a way for us to enter the former home of our ancestors without fighting."
"That's true." Harald Silverblood said elegantly as he looked at the dimly lit Forsworn army camp not far away and Markarth, which was as quiet as a ghost town.
Mednach disliked the disgusting smug smile on this sinister guy's face. He wanted to punch him to see if he could still smile after his face was smashed. But at the same time, the Tattered King knew that, as he said, the tribe needed his power.
Mednach walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down at the battlefield in the distance. "But you have not fulfilled your agreement," the king said coldly. "My people have shed too much blood under the city of Markas. The Bloody Prince couldn’t help but laugh.”
"Our agreement is that as long as 'you' arrive at the city, you will be able to enter Markarth without any effort." Harald Silverblood raised a finger and said slyly, as if he did not see the oath. The dangerous magic fluctuations in the person's body. "They are not 'you'!"
Immediately afterwards, the silver-blooded clan leader raised a second finger.
"It is undeniable that although the real master of the palace of Shixia Fortress is too old to even relieve himself, he is not completely unconscious. It will take a little time to deal with those annoying sounds."
Finally, he held up one last finger.
"And my dear friend, you are late!"
Mednach was silent. The biting cold wind from the sky roared between the two of them, blowing the cloaks behind the king and the silver-blooded leader.
After a long time, Mednach let go of his tight gesture.
Sensing the torrent of magic surrounding the king disappearing like the wind, Harald Silverblood smiled once more.
"Tomorrow night," he said, "when the double moons reach their highest point, the gates of Markarth will be opened to you, and all resistance will be gone."
Mednach stared into his eyes, as if to confirm how sincere the other person's words were.
The silver-blooded patriarch just looked at him with a smile, his expression was playful, but there was also an unsettling pressure on his face.
"As long as things are true as you say," the king spat, "then all the mines in the Frontier Territory belong to silver blood!"
"It's a deal!" Harald Silverblood laughed, retreated into the shadow behind the boulder, and disappeared. The ragged king stood alone on the cold windy hill, silently looking at the distant mountains.
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If you ask an explorer who often travels and adventures in Tamriel what are the most feared and loathed monsters in Tamriel, the Frostbite Spider will definitely be one of the first answers everyone blurts out.
This is one of the most common arthropods in Skyrim, and often gathers together. There are many traces of activity on the surface in the south of Skyrim, but most of them live in underground caves. If you dig underground, you will easily encounter spider nests. Adults come in various sizes, ranging from the size of cats and dogs to the size of horse-drawn carriages. They spit venom to paralyze their prey, and then use their legs and mouthparts to tear it apart. They are powerful predators. Because of their large numbers, their accumulation, and their paralyzing venom, they have become the most difficult opponents for Skyrim adventurers. They are quite troublesome to deal with and should not be taken lightly.
“There’s something wrong with this place.” Islaan patted down a spider larva the size of a fingernail—in terms of size, it was nothing, but there were too many—and trampled it into pulp. “We broke into Have you entered the nest of these ghosts?"
Others, bored and helpless, shook off more larvae, only to run into sticky, wet spider webs, tangled tangles of itchy filaments hanging on their cheeks, arms, and ankles.
These monsters were originally hiding in the darkness, waiting hungrily for their prey to come to their doorstep. Their round brown bodies and eight hard legs were dotted with black and white spots, and their huge pale white ovaries were piled messily in clusters of spider webs. , on the walls, and in the corners, many have hatched, but many are still squirming disgustingly, as if there are some terrible creatures breathing inside.
"This is the only way," Turka frowned, dodging a trap filled with the remains of victims. Some of the frightened arthropods inside hurriedly fled into the nearest dark shelter, "but you didn't say that. Wrong, maybe we did break into one..."
A frost-eating spider as big as a small pony silently jumped down from the roof of the cave and pounced on the largest prey, which was filled with sweet juice at first glance.
"J????piikki!"
The demigod groaned angrily, and a sharp ice crystal pierced the disgusting creature's bulging abdomen, hit the cave ceiling above Turka, and shattered into beautiful but extremely dangerous starlight - the spell quickly froze Covered a large area.
But the spider that pounced on the most noble one among the people was frozen into a ball in mid-air. Turka took an elegant step back and watched it fall to his feet.
"...It's an unsettling place." Turka exhaled and looked at the seemingly irreversible darkness in front of him, looking worried.
Ah, yes, after a short rest, Standal's followers and Turka moved forward again. After walking through long, deep and dark corridors, they encountered spiders - after experiencing vampires, hell hounds, Vamer, and Charus beasts!
The memory and knowledge provided by the fragments of Morag Bal's soul are intermittent and fragmented. Turka has to endure the laughter and screams of this evil thing in the depths of his mind, as well as the terrifying murmurs of the demon, every time , he absorbed the power and knowledge of a god from the soul fragment of Molag Bal, which was no different from setting off a spiritual confrontation in his mind, a battle between faith and self.
Even Turka, after experiencing many soul storm tests that could destroy the people of a city, now starts to miss the fantasy of the inn, the warm fireplace, and a large bottle of black thorn mead.
"But we can only move forward now." An inexplicable irritability surged into his heart, and Turka muttered, not knowing whether to comfort himself or the Red Guards and the others.
With the fragment of Morag Bal's soul deep within his soul, Turka knew there was only one way - if his battle with the Vampire Father hadn't left this ancient Dwemer ruin even more It is dilapidated, and there may be more passages that still exist that can lead to the third Baal Altar.
But how did he know that there were so many spiders lurking here.
"Oh." The half-elf slapped the spider off his mouth and grabbed the cobwebs on his face with both hands. He had had enough. Xi Lang swore that he never wanted to break into the dark underground again in this life, "Damn it! " He swung the Vamer dagger and split a spider the size of a wolfdog into two halves, but his arm was sprayed with saliva containing paralyzing toxin.
The female hunter screamed and stepped on a spider egg. The disgusting juice and countless larvae that had not fully hatched immediately covered her legs like an explosion of liquid. Turka saw that a spider egg The little spider jumped into the plump slit of the Nord's chest, causing the lady to take random pictures in surprise and embarrassment.
The ascetic monks silently waved their battle axes with both hands, trying to drive away the ubiquitous arthropods, but found that most of them were in vain. More and more spiders are crawling densely together in spider webs of different shapes and sizes. They hissed, their mouthparts and foot joints kept beating, and they stared hungrily at the prey that had broken into their traps.
They ran quickly, but suddenly broke into a huge and terrifying cave. There are single strands of spider silk hanging between the cave ceilings, as well as huge sticky webs tangled like the buildings in the legendary lost city; the open space is full of nests filled with small spiders. A spider as big as a cow sat in the middle of a huge spider web. Each thread there was thicker than the strongest rope Appledale had ever seen. Its black, spherical body is dotted with red spots. Smoking green venom dripped from its twitching jaws.
"Lord Turka -" Islaan waved the magic broad sword and chopped off the forelimb of one of the calf-sized spider monsters. The monster let out a long and shrill scream and retreated quickly. After two steps, two others of the same kind immediately took its place. Islaan pierced the eye of one monster, and almost at the same time the other wielded a long needle-like claw and stabbed the Redguard's right leg. Islaan snorted, raised his left foot, and kicked the spider hard on the loose abdominal pouch, kicking it up. The Redguard immediately waved his giant sword with both hands and split it into two pieces with one sword strike. . At the same time, the powerful magic attached to the sword immediately burst out with a burst of red light, knocking the remaining two spiders away and burning them into a ball of fire.
"—Do something!" he shouted.
When Turka heard the shouts of the Redguards, his heart, which had long been annoyed by these disgusting arthropods, was burning, because this scene reminded him of the scenes in Mirkwood and Utumno. The picture reminded me of the land illuminated by stars, and of my former family and friends.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Islaan seemed to hear a loud drum beat.
"Get down!" the demigod roared to remind the others.
Almost as soon as he shouted, everyone quickly fell to the ground.
Look! In the horrified eyes of Islaan and the others, a blazing fire burst out violently with the demigod as the center, and swept the entire cave in an instant.
"Zizzi!"
"Pop!"
Countless hissing spiders, big and small, turned into fireballs under the brilliant dragon flames, and fell from the ignited spider webs one after another. The stench and the aroma of barbecue filled the nostrils, and the firelight illuminated the entire cave. .
The largest female spider let out a piercing howl, spitting out pool after pool of corrosive venom, trying to extinguish the scorching flames on her body, but found that it was in vain. Because it is not an ordinary mortal fire, but a magical flame that combines the blessing of the only god from another world with the bones of Nirn. It can melt even steel and burn in water! Then it screamed in despair, fell from a high place with a loud bang, and kept rolling until it turned into a puddle of ashes.
