In his youth, Menda Na once razed entire villages to the ground. He wiped the town out so completely that anyone who returned would have no idea there had ever been a building there. He devoured elves, humans, Khajiits, and Argonians, and all races in Tamriel surrendered to him, offered sacrifices to him, and worshiped him as a totem—I think this is open to question.
In his youth, the dragon ruled over all the known continents of Nirn, including Akavir, Tamriel, Atmora, and Yokuda.
But he's been quiet lately.
With the passage of time, especially the intervention of the gods, the dragon king Alduin was exiled; the elves believed in Auri El; the humans learned the powerful Tumu; the Argonians drowned with the help of the Hist sacred tree The giant dragons that plagued the swamp; the snake-men rebelled; the monkey-men established the Dragon Guard (the official translation), the predecessor of the Blade Warriors, and hunted down the former "gods" on the continent of Akavir - these were the The lowly races who were enslaved by them and regarded as slaves, with the leadership and help of the gods and Annihilation Lords, completely drove the dragons away from Nirn.
As a result, the once piled treasures were submerged in soft mud and frozen stone, and most of the temples were now in ruins, with countless undead ghosts and dragon priests wandering among them, waiting for the return of their masters.
But not all the dragons were killed. In that crazy era, when the giant dragons were about to be slaughtered, there were many smart people among the dragons. They could either choose to find a bottomless mysterious cave and hide in it; or they could choose to join the gods and become the gods. A thug in the mortal world; or degenerate into a lackey of annihilation, guarding the door. To name a few. Thus escaping the fate of extinction.
Menda Na is one of them.
The dragon war, the fate of the gods, and the challenges from the flourishing new races such as humans, elves, and Argonians all frightened this former red dragon. He deeply felt: the rule of the dragon Unable to continue in these terrible wars; and unwilling to return to the arms of his father Akatosh, the red dragon finally surrendered to Molag Bal. The Lord of Slavery promised that if he could serve her, he would make her a new generation of Dragon King and control Nirn when she took control of Nirn and the gods.
Dragons are creatures with a strong sense of territory and a strong desire for power. Most of them pursue power, but that does not mean they are evil. Even Alduin, the eldest son of Akatosh, is a point in the eternal cycle. The world ended because of her and was born because of her - but from the perspective of all living creatures, her existence is terrifying!
But what Menda Na didn't know was that Lord Annihilation did intend to replace the gods' authority in Nirn, but this did not mean that she was willing to share it. After seducing the red dragon to fall, the evil and dark essence of Coldharbour corrupted Menda Nar. His eyes glowed with the flames of hungry but never-satisfied jealousy, his heart was hollow and angry, and his scales were stained with ominous black spots. He flapped his wings and flew high, but what he saw was the desolate and lonely city of Cold Harbor. Grit, day after day, year after year. He became one of the slaves of the Lord of Slavery.
Until one day, his master ordered him to accept the call of a believer to destroy several blasphemous tiny ants. Menda Na was able to appreciate the ubiquitous wind, rocks... and earth bones of Nirn again after a thousand years.
But just when Menda Na thought that he had escaped the prison of the slave lord and regained his freedom - even the dragon felt uncontrollable anger, loss and hatred after losing it - he discovered Morag. ·Barr did not tell him the truth!
At least not all.
He didn't take the followers of Standal among the ants seriously, but——
The red dragon narrowed his eyes. The strange and surging aura of the dragonborn in another world made him uneasy and disgusted. In that human-half-dragon(?)-god(?) {the red dragon couldn't even understand, Turka· On the body of Aracano, Menda Na even seemed to sense something similar to the breath of the dragon of time.
But at the same time, the dragon's spiritual consciousness told him that the thing in human appearance was not Akatosh's child. This was almost certain.
This deeply confused the red dragon: he hated him and wanted to destroy him, and as time passed, his violence and disgust became more intense.
Danmen
Da Na is a red dragon who has lived long enough. He has learned to be cunning and cautious. He sized up the situation while cursing and looking around his environment - he hated Molag Bal even more, the ruthless Lord of Annihilation. Jun drove him back to Nirn to destroy her enemies, only to put him in such danger.
The caves dug by the Dwemer are tall, large, and majestic. But that is compared to bipedal creatures. For a giant dragon, the underground has never been an environment suitable for dragons to fight. The narrow space and cold rocks made him lose his most deadly high mobility, and the opponent was obviously a spell caster - was he?
"Thief!" Menda Na roared, constantly hovering above everyone's heads, and the strong wind blew Yin Si Laen and others blind, "Do you think you can compete with the great Menda Na? I It will eat your flesh and blood, dissolve your bones, and make your soul suffer eternal torture in annihilation." But secretly, he began to prepare an extremely sinister and powerful spell.
Every spellcaster is dangerous, even if he is just an apprentice who has just started - to some extent, novices are even more dangerous. Because they often don’t know how amazing and terrifying the detonating power they control, will face, and can detonate is. They are like curious cats, who can’t help their strong desire for knowledge and do all kinds of suicide attempts. act. The red dragon looked cunningly angry, but his eyes were always concentrating on observing the spellcaster below who made him feel uneasy.
Sure enough, the mysterious bipedal creatures began to touch and embrace the bones of Nirn.
"GaanLahHaas!" The red dragon stretched its neck forward, opened its jaw wide, and read out the name of the dragon's roar.
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This is not the first time that Turka has dealt with the most famous fantasy species, the dragon. Looking back on the past, Smaug was chased by him and the Holy Spirit Nahal for several days and nights, across most of Middle Continent, and finally in all of the West. Under the gaze of the mighty one, he was subdued, and the name of the Racing King of Middle-earth resounded throughout Middle-earth.
What's more, it was with the help of Smaug, the largest dragon in the Third Age of Middle-earth, that many good people from Middle-earth were gathered, including elves, humans, dwarves, orcs, dragons, balrogs, demon wolves, and the descendants of Ugoliant. The second light war between the good and evil camps was finally won by the light side.
Thinking of this, Turka even felt a little dazed.
Smaug is indeed powerful, but it still falls within the "normal" range, but the dragon on the Orbis Crystal Wall——
Because Menda Na was corrupted by the evil and dark origin of Cold Harbor, his originally bright red scales had a hint of disgusting blackness. He vibrated his wings, rising like a black cloud, and swooping down like a sun, his shiny scales The armor reflected the light of the dragon fire that had been densely covered before. Its eyes are golden red, as hot as lava. It roared loudly, and its white fangs looked extremely evil. The slender, red tongue curled, enjoying the decaying and hot air of the underground. There is a weird claw at the end of each wing, and the hind legs are thick and powerful - what is this, Turka suddenly thought strangely. A bipedal and winged velociraptor vs a four-legged and winged lizard? {The dragons of Nirn are bipedal, but the dragons of Middle-earth are four-legged. }
"Someone once told me that the hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage," he said softly, looking at the four believers of the Lord of Justice, Mercy and Mercy who were suppressed by the power of the ancient red dragon in front of him and could not lift their heads. , seems to be persuading, and seems to be talking to himself. But magically, everyone heard it. "...The greatness of human beings is the greatness of courage! We have gone through hardships, from strangers to fighting side by side, just for this moment? Stand up, resist him, resist the emptiness and oppression that evil has planted in your hearts, and let the will of freedom be filled. Our souls!"
With the last word of Turka Aracano, Yin Silan, Dulan, Xi Lang, and Solini all stood up excitedly, with their faces flushed, and faced the other side that can only be seen in myths and legends. The creature let out a loud roar of challenge.
Looking at the Red Guard, who even ignored his injuries and had a face full of excitement, Turka had a smile on his lips. He was not surprised that the voice of the dragon could break the suppression of the dragon's power. , after all, both worlds have something in common on this point.
But soon, he regained his composure.
He ordered the ascetic monks to go for treatment and was clearly holding on.
The Red Guards ordered the half-elves and huntresses who lost their weapons to hide in the building where the red dragon had broken through the stone wall. "Go and destroy the altar," he said to the two of them, "but be careful, the dragon is being attacked by Summoned, the enemy may still be lurking in the darkness. Molag Bal has opened a door to annihilation by devouring the human souls above. You must face the corrupted followers of the Father of Vampires alone."
But at the same time, he also said: "Yin Si Laen will go to help you later."
Here, the ascetic monk rushed to the Red Guard's side and cast a healing spell on him.
Feeling the broken ribs and internal organs gradually recovering, Yin Slaan exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath that smelled of blood.
He nodded towards Turka who was looking over here, and together with the ascetic monks, he cautiously but quickly ran towards the building of the Dwemer Council Hall.
It was at this moment that the ancient red dragon finally finished speaking. He saw that the rats below actually ignored the great Menda Na. The red dragon could no longer bear it and stretched out its snake-like scales. He opened his neck and recited the powerful dragon roar \Tum that had been brewing for a long time.
Unimaginable fear made Turka feel a chill in his stomach. His heart was pounding, changing from violent to weak, his long and powerful breathing became rapid, and his sharp eyes like arrows changed from bright to dark, and gradually a double image appeared. He touched a handful of Ye Ruye's long hair, only to find that the originally shiny and tough hair had white spots appearing on it, and they gradually increased in number slowly but surely.
Then, he discovered that his tendons and body, which were originally made of steel, became loose and uneven; his bones creaked and could not bear his tall body.
He stared in awe and fear at the deadly magic unleashed by the creature before him.
Yes, he finally remembered this dragon roar, GaanLahHaas! {Translation: Stamina Magic Life} One of Nirn's most powerful dragons - Life Drain!
He saw that the Redguard and his companions, who were bent over and desperately sprinting towards the Dwemer buildings, became visibly slower and staggered. Their bodies changed from strong and vigorous to hunched, and their limbs , their faces shriveled up and aged rapidly, and finally they even fell to the ground helplessly. A few meters away is the Dwemer council hall.
Fear filled the faces of several people.
The ascetic trembled and wanted to pray to Standal, but what he uttered was intermittent and incomprehensible murmurs; the Breton man's magic power was drained, and he could not even use a simple magic trick; the female hunter's limbs Withered and weak, her heroic and sharp face was covered with wrinkles, like an old woman. She stretched out her ghost claw-like fingers in fear and grasped helplessly in the air. The tragic situation of her companions made Yin Slaen's eyes split open. The amulet hanging around his neck allowed him to persist longer than others, but even so, he knelt on the ground feebly, becoming thinner and older bit by bit, almost like a withered bone in a grave.
Menda Na was no less shocked than they were. Because at that time, he discovered that the vitality drawn from Turka by magic was so surging and vast, and the vigorous magic even contained a trace of divinity.
He could feel some magical and great changes taking place in him: his body became larger, the hurricane rolled up when his wings vibrated became more violent, and every heartbeat and every breath he took was getting stronger and stronger. His hair was powerful and heavy, as if the vast and sacred earth bones of Ninn were echoing with him. He turned around in surprise, only to see rows of spikes and horns starting to grow on his back and huge head.
The boundary between mortals and gods is gradually weakening.
The red dragon let out a terrifying roar.
He is becoming divine.
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Turka's heart sank as he heard the sound of muscles stretching and wings extending; he also heard a scream. The cry was deep, and the sound was mixed with extreme fear and pain. He heard, too, the desperate murmurs of the dervishes, then fading into wails. But he didn't say anything, let alone answer.
The ancient red dragon's Tumu also frightened him, which was almost beyond everything he had accepted and known in Yiya - Menda Na's life-draining Tumu made him lose the ability to sense the power of creation - - No, the bones of the earth are there, but he can no longer touch them {with me
If we can understand it, Turka's magic power has always been at zero}.
Turka tried to calm down, if he couldn't use magic...
"Siinuquernaanie!"
The Dragonborn from Yiya shouted his unique dragon roar \Tum.
