Mednach looked at everything happening in the city with shock and anger. At that time, he knew that although he was cautious and vigilant enough, in the end, the dangerous 'ally' still stabbed the Forsworn in the back.
The howling cold wind hit Medernaki's rough face. The ragged king gritted his teeth and turned around to rush down the mountain in an attempt to save his people from their tragic fate.
He recognized that the red light spreading in Markas City was a large-scale anger spell - under the influence of this spell, everyone began to kill each other, regardless of their camp, their kinship, and even whether they were opponents of the other party. , whether they have weapons in their hands or not, they bite, beat and slash each other in such a crazy one-on-one or even one-to-many manner. At that time, Markarth was like a purgatory on earth, everyone fell into madness, and could see nothing except anger and hatred.
However, a huge white stag suddenly appeared in front of him - Mednach swore that he had never felt its existence before, but it just appeared like this, as if it had always been there.
This is a creature that exudes white starlight. It has slender limbs, a broad back, huge antlers like a crown, and round eyes like two whirlpools, cold and charming; but if you stare at them, you will feel inside. Seeing the boundless sea of blood and carnage; every tap of the huge hooves was like the sound of a drum, guiding the pursuer's direction.
It stared at Mednach, its brightly colored eyes filled with mockery, and as if it wanted to devour all of his soul. The stag let out a strange moo, a bit like a bear and a bit like a fox, but when Medernach listened carefully, he couldn't hear it at all.
"Ulicenberg." Mednach knelt at the feet of the Hunter Demon Lord, trembling all over. Almost paralyzed on the ground.
Under the blood-red Secunda, the incarnation of Hircine looked mockingly at this believer who thought he was smart.
Ah, the Tattered King is not a follower of the Hunter Demon Lord.
In other words, the human being in front of him is not a devout believer.
but……
The Hunter Demon Lord looked at the human city that was watched by the gods and the Lord of Annihilation. Two cold eyes that were like whirlpools but with distinct colors seemed to see through space and time, see through the thick earth, and see the vastness. The one...half 'brother' under the mountain.
Hircine smiled—please don't ask me how a stag can laugh. He turned around and stared at the Tattered King with his strange eyes, then he knocked his huge hooves and jumped off the towering cliff.
From the beginning to the end, the Hunter Demon Lord did not say a word to Maidenaqi, but Maidenaqi seemed to understand something. He stood up in confusion, watching the huge stag leaping further and further away on the steep rock wall with great grace and grace. He looked at the towering mountain as if it were nothing, and his expression was numb.
At this time, he was like a corpse, lifeless, and his originally strong and straight waist was as rickety as an old man.
Mednach turned his head and glanced at Markas, who was caught in the sea of fire and madness. He took heavy steps and walked down the mountain step by step.
Then a sudden change occurred.
But I saw a pulse suddenly erupting from the depths of the earth, knocking Mednach to the ground, and then the lofty Zhudaqi Mountains to the south and the Losda Mountains surrounding Markas City to the north were like As if he had been punched by the giant of heaven and earth, he shrank suddenly, and then collapsed with a roar!
Mednach opened his mouth wide, but was knocked backwards again by the strong wind that followed.
Then came the sky full of smoke and dust and the deafening roar of the dragon——
"Many people have categorically stated that they heard the roar of the dragon that day, but few people can actually provide evidence! Therefore, in the accounts of many scholars in the imperial capital, this incident was described as It seems to be the imagination of people in remote areas, but is it really the case?" - Augustus Prosis, a senior researcher of folklore and legends at the University of Offa in the Imperial Capital, said in his book "The Year of the God's Arrival".
In the horrified eyes of Maidenach and the guards waiting at the bottom, Losda Mountain, which was hundreds of meters above sea level, suddenly collapsed. Huge rocks and peaks poured in, submerging half of Markas under tens of thousands of boulders. !
"Annihilation above! No - it shouldn't be like this -"
Mednachi shouted in panic and despair, but the guards around him couldn't hear what he said.
The earth is still letting out waves of dull groans, the howling wind, mixed with some weird and high-pitched roars, making the originally chaotic giant human city seem silent - the fighting is still breaking out, but their voices are different from this The loud noises in the sky and the earth were nothing compared to this, which made them appear silent.
Mednach turned back sharply, his heart filled with fear and... anger.
*****
A rock peak fell on Lindell Hall, reducing it to rubble. The huge kinetic energy shook the mountain at that time. Harald jumped suddenly in fear, but felt that his feet were empty and he fell from the towering cliff.
The strong wind knocked him against the mountain, and Harald felt his ribs groan in pain, but before he could groan, the weightlessness caused him to turn over again, and his head hit the cold rock hard. This made him feel dizzy. He screamed and triggered a magic ring on his left hand. The stored feather falling technique suddenly activated, and the falling speed slowed down.
He adjusted his position in the air until his feet were on the ground.
The silver-blooded patriarch turned his head in horror, only to see huge rocks pouring down, gravel rolling, and the earth violently churning like an ocean in a storm, making it impossible to stand up straight; a strange and huge roar was mixed in the wind, constantly echoing Between heaven and earth, everyone who heard it felt cold all over, as if they were being targeted by some ancient beast.
The Forsworn people and the people of Markarth who had no time to escape were smashed to death by the mountains and rocks of Mount Losda. The mutilated corpses could be seen everywhere, including men, women, old people, children, noble and lowly, rich and poor, enemies and comrades-in-arms. And enough, all receive the same fate fairly. The smoke and dust in the sky covered the sky and covered up the original red light.
Harald Silverblood staggered forward and ran forward, shouting with unknown meaning in his mouth, trying to escape from this terrible change in the world.
Naipold rushed out from the crowd, and struck him quickly and fiercely with a sword with red eyes, regardless of the boulders that kept falling on his head.
Harald Silverblood wanted to raise his hand but found that the injury to his chest was much more serious than he thought. The dizziness in his head made him unable to concentrate, so he could only watch the cold sword blade getting worse and worse. close.
However, a vampire appeared in the air and turned into a man, blocking Naipold's slash with one claw. The man's fingers were skinny but had strong phalanges. The long sword only cut a bloody mark on his palm, but failed to cut it off.
"Kill him!" Harald Silverblood shouted weakly.
If there are people who know enough about the Silver Blood family, they will find that this vampire is actually the butler of Harald Silver Blood. The vampire roared, and the other hand immediately lit up with magic aura, and biting frost suddenly blew towards Naipold.
Naipold's eyes widened with anger, and he roared, letting the spell hit him, raised his right leg, and kicked the vampire hard in the abdomen.
The housekeeper was in pain and was kicked back repeatedly. Then a boulder the size of a carriage fell from the sky and smashed him into a ball of flesh.
Naipold's eyebrows and beard turned white after he forcefully ate a shot of Ice Devouring Technique. The boulder hit him with a loud crash, almost grazing the tip of his nose. He looked coldly at the enemy who only had one incomplete right foot that was twitching unconsciously, and his violently beating heart began to weaken.
Naipold turned his head stiffly and looked in the direction of Harald Silverblood, only to find that the enemy had long been lost.
*****
Gabriella curled up under a huge statue. Her body, hair and exposed skin were covered with thick dust. Her dark and smooth face and red eyes were full of helplessness and fear. The whole person was as weak as a lamb without the protection of its mother.
The ground shook like a huge beast in extreme pain. The stone walls and roofs were torn and collapsed like tofu in the shaking; and along with this terrible pulsation was a hurricane mixed with the roar of some kind of terrifying beast. A hurricane From north to south, from east to west, along the tunnels extending in all directions in the Dwemer ruins, it roared, blowing away all the pots and pans and abandoned shrine furniture in the house, making a clanging sound.
The Dunmer Assassin prayed helplessly, praying that her ancient kin were indeed as ingenious in metallurgy and architecture as rumored, praying that the stone chamber and metal statues she was in were strong enough, otherwise she would be like the targets she was tracking. , was smashed into pulp by the roof falling from the sky.
Perhaps her prayers had an effect. After the sudden and terrifying vibration lasted for about two hundred and twenty-four times, it finally began to slow down, and the terrifying loud noise like the roar of the earth also swept wildly for a while. Then it gradually weakened until it disappeared.
Quietness returned to the stone chamber and tunnel, except for the faint echo of a terrifying roar in the distance.
Gabriella got up carefully from the ground in shock.
She looked up at the giant statue above her head, and found that the other person, apart from looking a little disgraced, had actually withstood that terrible earthquake.
"Thank you Night Mother!" Gabriella wholeheartedly praised Mephala's holy name for the first time in her life. Then she began to look around and found that the stone chamber had completely changed. Even if the original owner came back, Gabriella swore that he ( Or she) would never recognize this as their original home.
She carefully walked across the cracked ground, avoiding falling rocks, and searched for a way out among the broken walls.
Just let the mission go to hell!
So said the Dunmer assassin who narrowly escaped with his life.
She witnessed with her own eyes that the strong patrol leader she was targeting was crushed into a pulp by a falling boulder! The proud captain of the guard was hit in the head by a flying stone. In an instant, blood and brain matter burst out like flowers, and then the poor guy fell down without saying a word. This shows that in the dangerous Nairn, mortal life is really as fragile as paper. No matter how noble you are, you may only need a little accident to meet your ancestors decisively.
But the high elf mage was alert enough, and he summoned a terrifying demon as soon as the disaster struck.
It was a lord-level demon crocodile with a face as sharp as a crocodile, thick limbs with scales, and a tall body covered with heavy black armor. As soon as it appeared, it swung a heavy flail and shattered a piece from the mage and Igor. The boulder fell from Mond's head, allowing the two of them to escape with their lives.
Natural (ren) disaster (huo), coupled with the powerful magic of the high-precision mage, the female assassin felt that it was better to save her own life than completing the mission!
Besides, Gabriella didn't think they would survive such a horrific disaster!
She hid in a stone room that looked relatively solid. The next second, violent vibrations swept through like a tsunami. The entire underground ruins were shaking like a boat in the storm! What followed was an unknown roar like a violent storm...
Recalling everything that had happened before in her mind, Gabriella walked lightly and cautiously through the tunnels that were once intact but were now filled with piles of rocks and blocked the way forward, feeling increasingly anxious and desperate.
Suddenly, the female assassin's ears twitched.
She stopped cautiously.
In the darkness, there was no other sound except the faint sound of the wind!
But she still bent down cautiously, and her hands drooped naturally, as if her careless movements were the best attack postures honed over many years.
Time passed by second by second, and beads of sweat began to appear on Gabriella's forehead. The long period of vigilance caused her fingers to begin to show signs of spasm and her shoulders to tighten, but she did not dare to relax.
She could see nothing but the smell of dust and decay in the air, nor could she hear or smell any other traces of danger, but her sixth sense was still warning her: danger was approaching!
Suddenly, she turned around, and the syringe dipped in venom magically appeared in her left hand. The dart flew quickly and silently toward the empty shadow behind her, and then she backed away quickly without even looking. During this period, a dagger slipped from her cuff and appeared in her right hand.
"What a kitten with a keen sense of smell." A voice sounded in her ear, with a hint of weirdness in her frivolous tone, "But unfortunately, you guessed wrong."
Gabriella twisted her elbow and wrist without hesitation, and the dagger in her right hand stabbed the terrible enemy in the shadow like a snake spitting liquid.
But the other party had obviously seen through Gabriella's movements. An iron-like palm grabbed her wrist first and second, and the severe pain made it almost impossible for her to hold the dagger in her hand; The tip of the dagger accurately pierced her leather armor, pierced her smooth and dark skin, and hit her kidneys!
"If you don't want to see Ms. Spider right now, you'd better throw away the dart in your hand, yes, that's it! So good-"
Looking at the female assassin who was not angry but still wisely chose to obey his words and obediently dropped the last delicate but deadly weapon in her hand, Nargis raised his eyebrows, and a flash of light softer than the night and brighter than ink flashed in his one eye. Intense light.
