A Dwemer ball quickly bounced towards Xi Lang. The Demon Swordsman jumped aside, and the friends saw its true face for the first time. It's a creature somewhere between a ball and a machine. It stood almost as tall as a half-elf, and its feet were a split metal ball, but separated in the middle, with gears and levers supporting the upper part of the machine. Traveling and jumping are more agile than thieves. With a slender waist and a thick chest, two metal hands stretched out an extremely sharp sword blade on one side and a mechanical crossbow on the other, and the long head was dull and glowing with metal. If the target attacks, it will shrink into a ball, leaving you unable to attack.
The red-haired half-elf tried to capture one of them with telekinesis, but found that he could not keep up with the enemy's speed. He angrily stabbed the red-glowing head of the other Dwemer spider with his sword, nailing it to on the ground.
It was a Dwemer machine with eight mechanical pointed legs that was almost as flexible as a real spider. It immediately clicked a few times and lost its activity.
"careful!"
The ascetic monk rushed to his side, swung his heavy battle ax, and slashed away the Dwemer ball that slid, probed, and stretched out its sharp blade in an attempt to sneak attack the Bretons.
As a result, the sounds of steel and steel gnawing, and the sounds of steel hitting the stone wall were heard one after another, and then the enemy started to move loudly again.
Solini scanned the room: "It's over there..." More enemies disappeared in an instant as if they had arrived without any warning.
Suddenly two more appeared in the house.
Solini shouted: "Israan! Behind you!"
The Redguard turned around hurriedly, and the demonic giant sword struck right on the blade of a hemispherical Dwemer machine. The monster stepped back, and three crossbow bolts were fired from the remaining mechanical arm. Islaan only had time to block two of them, but the third crossbow bolt buzzed and penetrated the locks on his body. A, submerged into his left shoulder.
Islaan gritted his teeth and triggered the magic on the sword. A ball of red light hit the mechanical monster, but it only knocked it back a few times. Soon, its whole body was glowing with red light again. Baobao moved and disappeared from people's sight without a trace.
Another Dwemer spider bit the Redguard on the thigh. Islaan yelled, roughly pulled it off his leg, and threw it to the ground. Then the broad sword was held upside down and split into two halves.
But even so, the wounds on his legs and shoulders made the Redguard stagger. He leaned on the great sword of his former enemy, the King of Siwelai, and knelt on the ground. "Their feet Like knives! Be careful, don’t let them stab you!”
In fact, the others didn't need him to remind them at all. Everyone was overwhelmed and embarrassed by the enemy's tidal offensive. The followers of Standal all gathered around Turka Aracano, looking around nervously and desperately.
In the darkness, an unknown number of enemies kept moving at high speed, catching the gaps in the Red Guards' defense and launching fatal attacks at any time.
***
At that time, relying on Morag Bal's soul fragment and his keen perception of divine power, Turka learned that the location of the third altar should be a place similar to a conference hall. They had to pass through the forging area, the energy area, and the residential area before entering the area where the power hall of the Dwemer of Chuander Zell was used to vote on many issues in the city during the First Era.
So they walked through many majestic and magnificent Dwemer halls, and found the most accurate path among the confusing underground Dwemer ruins. Along the way, Islaan and the others saw a forging hall filled with some kind of black crystals and a huge furnace, but the fire inside had been extinguished many centuries ago; The long and tortuous maintenance room of the pipeline; pushing open the heavy bronze doors with textures that look like natural formations; carefully crossing the stone bridges that seemed to have been damaged by a violent earthquake - - Finally, they could feel that the air began to become thicker, no longer as thin as when they met Vamo. The wind passed through the dark caves and corridors, making a whining sound.
Islaan knew that they were already very close to the surface - when he told the others about this perception, everyone showed joy. Their expressions of sadness had changed for many days, and their steps as heavy as lead became brisk.
Only Turka kept looking around at the surrounding environment, frowning in comparison with the memory fragments in his mind. He asked others to be cautious and vigilant.
But danger always comes when you least expect it.
At that time, Turka and the others passed through a relatively well-preserved street with many buildings of various forms on both sides. Turka, who was walking at the front, suddenly stepped lightly. Before he could think something bad, twelve sharp spears shot out from the floor, walls, and ceiling of the corridor and pierced him. .
Under the horrified gazes of Islaan and the others, Turka's pupils shrank sharply, and then at a certain moment, he seemed to hear the sound of something breaking - he blinked in surprise, and things suddenly moved in front of his eyes. It slowed down, and he even clearly saw the female hunter's pupils shrinking in shock, and the picture seemed to be stuck in the frame.
He looked at the others again.
The Red Guard slowly stretched out his hand to touch his broad sword; the Demon Swordsman bent his knees as if to pull him away; as for the ascetic monk Dulan, who had turned into a bald uncle, he closed his eyes and Prepare to pray——
This is amazing.
Turka Aracano turned his head and looked at the twelve sharp spears with oily tips, and looked at them as they pierced towards him inch by inch.
Turka tried to generate the idea of 'raising his legs' in his mind, and then some kind of force responded to him.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"
Twelve Dwemer spears accurately formed an all-round trap, constantly vibrating in the air. Only then did the Redguard raise his broadsword; the half-elf stepped forward; the ascetic recited the first prayer—Solini closed her eyes.
Turka Aracano miraculously escaped from the fatal trap. He stood a few steps away from the sunken floor tile, looking at his hands in amazement, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Be careful...huh?" Islaan blinked in surprise; Xi Lang almost stepped on his foot; the ascetic bit his tongue and grinned in pain.
"You're okay!" Solini shouted in surprise. The excited voice echoed in the empty and deep Dwemer ruins, and spread far and wide.
This woke up Turka, who returned to reality from a strange state, "Although I don't want to admit it, I think we are in trouble." It seemed as if he came to life, and the niches and stone pillars on both sides lit up one after another. A strange blue light erupted, illuminating the Dwemer ruins with a deep corridor. Turka's expression was a little solemn.
Bang, first one.
Boom boom, the second one.
Bang bang bang, the third one.
Bang bang bang bang, the fourth one.
Countless Dwemer machines resumed operation from their slumbering state. Dwemer balls and Dwemer spiders jumped down from the walls and corners. According to the program first designed by the engineers who forged them, they scanned and evaluated the intruders, and followed them. launched an attack.
"Run!" Turka yelled.
When the Red Guard and his companions heard this, they immediately ran away.
***
Turka and the others were finally blocked in an unfamiliar hall. Here, huge stone pillars were arranged into multiple geometric structures, spreading upward to places where Islaan and the others could not see, forming support points.
Stone tables, chairs and iron niches are arranged in this huge hall in a certain order, neatly and with a certain sense of beauty. Four deep corridors are located in the four corners of the southeast, northwest, and there is a high platform in the center of the hall, with a podium-like case above it.
Listening to the clatter of moving Dwemer machines coming from all directions, Turka called out, "There!"
Everyone immediately rushed to the high platform.
Then, in the next moment, countless Dwemer machines sprang out from the four corridors. They had different shapes, but the most common ones were those that Turka was familiar with. Damn it, Turka was secretly annoyed. He had miscalculated after all. . He misjudged that without a thief (assassin), it would be so troublesome to break into the dungeons of Tamriel.
A ball-shaped guard buzzed and scanned in some unknown way, sensing the intruder's position. It immediately rolled its round lower limbs and launched an attack like Turka and the others.
Islaan was the first to raise the magic broadsword, and chopped the machine guard off the high platform with one strike. Almost at the same time, three Dwemer spiders appeared behind Xilang, Solini and Duran. He targeted the one closest to the female hunter and was about to rush over to rescue him when he heard Solini shouting: "Israan, be careful!"
The Redguard turned and spotted the fourth Dwemer Spider. He could hardly think deeply, so he reflexively kicked up the enemy who was only as high as his calf.
Another monster pounced. Xi Lang from Brighton held the Vamer dagger with his right hand and hit it on the head. Some kind of juice with a strange fragrance spurted out. The monster then made two clicking sounds and fell down on the high platform. .
On the other side, a new enemy quickly filled its gap. The brave Nordic monk roared loudly, and the heavy battle ax struck the enemy's head hard, cutting him off the high platform.
But more enemies began to move around the high platform quickly. In the darkness, they didn't even know how many enemies there were. Seemingly sensing that the invaders were not easy to deal with, these Dwemer machines began to adopt erratic tactics of retreating when attacked, continuously consuming the adventurers' combat effectiveness.
Turka's eyes could see through the black shadows. He knew that there were too many enemies and the Red Guards alone would never be able to defend them. He began to think quickly about ways to retreat from the enemy.
These machine guards constructed by a family of former craftsmen and forging masters have extremely high resistance to fire and frost, are immune to illusions and poison spells, are extremely reliable in terms of physical defense, and are faster than ordinary thieves. Dexterity, not to mention their durability, with Molag Bal's soul fragments and past memories, Turka remembered that these machine guards were driven by soul stones, in addition to being afraid of high-intensity lightning spells , is it really a must-have helper for killing people, setting fires, and traveling at home?
Thinking of this, Turka had an idea. "Buy me time!" he shouted.
At that time, there were at least six Dwemer Spiders and Dwemer Balls on the high platform fighting with Islaan and the others, and the situation was extremely dangerous. But after hearing Turka's cry, Islaan and the others braced themselves and worked hard to deal with the countless monsters in front of them.
Thus, the scene at the beginning of this chapter happened.
Turka immersed himself in Nirn's ubiquitous earth bones, trying to absorb and intercept a small mass for his use. He recalled in his mind the building he witnessed when he first touched the origin of this world. Tao the light of creation, allowing it to turn into the energy flow he wants according to the evolution pattern of earth, water, fire and wind - the most difficult part of this spell is that Turka must carefully control the power and scope of the spell, and at the same time Avoid harming innocent Redguards and their companions.
But as he became more integrated with this world, he became more and more familiar with the way this world works. He let the surging light (fire) flow through his body, enduring the severe pain like being torn apart, He struggled to reconcile the graceful notes that the original spirit of creation had laid on this beautiful planet, reorganizing and ordering them the way he wanted!
Finally, the sacred light (fire) of creation without waves slowly and bit by bit changed from a violent and turbulent wave to a docile magic torrent.
Xi Lang and Dulan were the first to sense the astonishing magic power behind them. They turned around in horror, only to see extremely dazzling and beautiful lights flashing and bursting out of Turka Aracano's huge and majestic body. Reflecting it like a god of lightning.
"What amazing magic!" murmured the Breton man.
The ascetic monk was also shocked by Turka's terrifying power, and his eyes looked incredulous.
At that time, Turka felt that the magic power that the spell could hold had reached a threshold, and he also saw that his companions had reached the most critical moment, so he could no longer bear it, "Statická kupole!" He chanted a powerful incantation.
In an instant, the dim Dwemer hall burst into an extremely bright light. A spherical object emitting infinite light appeared above Turka's head. A series of silver snakes erupted from the light ball like a flood, passing through Islaan and the others, accurately hitting the Dwemer Hall and even the four deep channels. There are heads in the darkness, spherical enemies moving at high speed, and the clicking Dwemer spiders.
The burning smell of sulfur and lightning spreading rapidly through the air filled the entire Dwemer hall.
Islaan and the others were blinded almost instantly, but even so, they could still feel the thrill and fright of the terrifying magic torrent passing through their bodies, so they couldn't help but scream. .
(End of chapter)
