Deep in the damp and cold stone fortress, there is an unusual passage that starts from an arch. In the center of the top of the arch, there is a stone statue leaning forward with a smile on its face. There are winding smooth paths on both sides of the stone statue that connect to the platform below. Under the platform, a rapid underground river flows until it disappears into the darkness in the distance.
Beyond the arch was an ordinary tunnel with smooth walls. The passage quickly narrowed and dropped sharply, turning into a rough tunnel carved out of cold, damp rock. After passing through these rough tunnels, the space suddenly became larger. The towering cave roof was almost invisible. There were a large number of rocks and upside-down statues piled on the ground that were obviously excavated by man. Several oil lamps and torches flickered on and off in the darkness. The space looked so eerie.
If explorers continue to go deeper, they will find abandoned furniture left by their predecessors, strange-style niches and cages, and huge metal pipes in the increasingly dark passages and halls. Inside several of the deadly nailboard traps, you can even find a few pale skeletons still hanging on those old, yellowed metal javelins with sharp ends, or if you are alert enough, you can also find in some corners with A grinning skeleton tangled with spider webs, and the skeletons of some larger, snake-like creatures; these remaining victims hang there silently, staring blankly at those who come after them.
The female assassin crouched between two rocks. The shadow of the rock prevented the high-precision mage's magic light spell from being illuminated. The rapid underground river covered the assassin's breathing and heartbeat. She was like a piece of cold ice that had existed here since ancient times. The stone lay motionless on the ground, looking coldly and calmly at the target not far away through the gaps between the rock peaks.
She could tell from the uniform and standard armor of one of them that he was a member of the Markarth City Patrol. The guard was a muscular fellow, at least six and a half feet tall, with such broad shoulders that a Dunmer assassin had never seen before. Next to him, there was a big guy wearing full armor. His shirt was embroidered with a coat of arms consisting of ram's horns and a war hammer, and he had a huge long sword on his back.
Night Mother is above.
Gabriella sighed secretly. Apparently, Target No. 2 rescued the captain of the guard when she was reporting to her employer. This completely ruined her plan to throw the blame for killing Target No. 1 to the captain of the bodyguard.
No, maybe not.
The female assassin carefully hid her thin body in the shadows, and her fiery red gem-like eyes flashed with cold fluctuations.
The captain of the guard was half a foot taller than the guard, and there was a hint of fatigue and resentment in his brown eyes. He was arguing with the third man, and the sound spread far into the deeper cave.
"We can't escape at this time! This is the enemy's conspiracy, the death of the old master, the riots in the city, the assassins..."
"The enemy is far more cunning and dangerous than we thought. I suspect—no, I'm sure! Ever since the assassination of the First Prophet, we have been caught in the middle of a storm."
Arguing with the captain of the guard - no, although the voice of the captain of the guard sounded more violent and furious, Altmo's slow words from Summerset Island seemed to have some kind of calming magic power, no matter how much the captain of the guard shouted He shouted, without wavering, "A turmoil and conspiracy that may affect all of Tamriel."
The mage wore a dark green cloak. He was leaning on a wooden staff, his face obscured by his wide hood, so Gabriella couldn't see his face clearly. But neither the Dunmer Assassin nor the three people surrounding him could ignore the Archmage.
"Then what we need more -" The captain of the guard thought of the strange maid, the old earl and the innocent guards lying in a pool of blood, and more importantly, he thought of the shame of being thrown into prison. The Nord man was even more worried. Angry.
"What we can do now is go to Dugu City, ask for the help of High King Islod, and send troops to recapture Markas." The mage interrupted him. He said to the fourth person, target No. 3, Lord Igmund, "As for the others, please forgive me for my regret, sir, there is nothing we can do."
The poor young lord was so frightened by the huge change that he was so frightened that he was at a loss and in a state of embarrassment. He was wearing a ridiculous nightcap and a large cloak draped haphazardly around his body. His feet were bare, and his disgusting furry feet were exposed to the cold and humid air. Muddy dirt leaked out from between his toes. The pale face was full of fear and uneasiness before collapse.
"Yes, yes, we must go to the safe city of Dugu. The Supreme King has the largest army in the world. He will definitely take back the border territory for me and hang all those damn traitors!" The young man's panicked look made A smile appeared on the Dunmer assassin's lips.
The captain of the guard glared at the lord, completely forgetting that he should be cautious and not overstepping the rules as a minister, "But there are so many innocent people in the city, we can't just abandon them like this!"
Igmund was stunned for a moment, instinctively feeling that his authority was being challenged, but he encountered such a big change that he didn't know how to deal with his subordinate's refutation for a while. He looked at the captain of the guard with a gloomy expression.
Among the four, the patrol member of Markarth was almost negligible. He looked at the lord uneasily, then at the furious captain of the guard, and wisely chose to keep his mouth shut.
The court mage's speech timely stopped the conflict between the two parties, "We are not giving up on them, but choosing a wiser path."
They looked at him.
The high-elf mage's face hidden under his wide hood looked calm and ruthless. Of course, they always have. "The enemy has invaded the Stone Fortress, and resistance is completely impossible. Our only way out is to pass through the Dwemer underground ruins and escape to the other side of the Zhudaqi Mountains. As for the rest, there is nothing we can do." He said for the second time So said.
"There is still silver blood in the city -" the patrol member said timidly, breaking the silence.
"In Markarth, silver and blood flow." The high elf nodded, his tone was so subtle, "This sentence is widely circulated even in Summerset Island!" He stared at the other two people with profound meaning. He said: "Perhaps the two adults think that taking refuge with Lord Harald is a better choice at this time?"
Igmund was not an excellent lord, but he was not stupid enough to be a complete idiot. He immediately heard the sarcasm from the court mage - it was not the first day that the Andor family was afraid of silver blood. Most people believed that if It's not that Silver Blood's influence in the Frontier Territory is too huge, the owner of Shixia Fortress has long uprooted this huge family that could threaten the Anduo family - "You mean..."
"I didn't say anything." The high elf mage immediately shook his head with a subtle and disturbing expression, "My lord, everything is allowed and everything is wrong!"
"What's the meaning?"
"It means: We are all pawns of the gods in the huge arena of Nirn, and our fate is beyond our control!"
The palace mage's weird and rambling speech made everyone uneasy. The captain of the guard snorted coldly, "This is the skill of your wizards to pretend to be gods and ghosts! Your Excellency-" He also wanted to persuade the young lord, but at that time Igmund I no longer want to hear it.
"I have made up my mind!" Target No. 2 said coldly: "None of us can be sure whether Silver Blood is still resisting! In view of the fact that my father -" he took a deep breath, "-is dead! I am Maka The Lord of Si! The true and only master!"
The captain of the guard paled, hearing the anger in the young lord's mouth.
He knew that the lord did not fully trust him in his innocence.
He thought of the maid.
Igmund stared closely at the captain of the guard who was rescued by the mage against all objections, and said: "I will come back! The High King will seek justice for us! He must do this! The Council of Lords will urge him to do so. !Then--"
"All guilty people must pay the price!"
The captain of the guard lowered his head so that no one could see his expression.
The guy from the patrol team hurriedly lowered his head to express his surrender.
The court mage leaned on his staff reservedly and nodded humbly to the young lord.
But the Dunmer Assassin saw the smile hidden under the hood on the court mage's lips through her cursed blood-red eyes.
interesting.
Gabriella quietly left from the shadows under the two rocks, with a smile on her lips.
(End of chapter)
