Thinking was not initially Turka's favorite pastime in his legendary life. But as he grew older, he gradually began to think more. He misses what he has experienced, thinks about what will come in the future, explores endless knowledge, and constructs far-sighted plans!
His appearance has never aged, but he is neither a mortal nor a god. The power of time flows in his body in an endless cycle. He stands in the long river of time, allowing the torrent to wash away his body and soul, but But he stands out from the world and cannot truly integrate into this mortal plane called Mendas. So he knew that one day he would leave, and the way might be death or detachment!
or……
The weak sobs of the female hunter woke him up from his thoughts that had drifted too far. There was such a faint stagnation in his footsteps that he couldn't tell without careful observation. Then he continued to move forward, indifferently.
The tunnel was deep and silent, except for the sound of their footsteps as they walked and the occasional sound of gravel falling. Above their heads, the soft white light of magic light illuminated everything within a hundred feet of them, making everything visible. But Turka and the others were silent. Islaan glanced at his companion worriedly, but was unable to comfort her any more. Just because he himself is also deep in pain and sorrow.
They successfully prevented the demon Morag Bal's conspiracy and closed the Gate of Annihilation beneath Markarth. But the price they paid was heavy. For this, Islaan and the others lost two companions.
The ascetics and half-elves died heroically in the battle to close the Gate of Annihilation, and their souls were dragged into Cold Harbor by Molag Bal. Not even Turka can save this.
The time-return dragon roar is ineffective against Holy Spirits/Demons, and is ineffective against souls - yes, Turka once tried to reverse time and resurrect the two people who died in the battle. But unfortunately, when the gods created Nirn, the rules they signed were not perfect {Turka didn't understand this until a long, long time later}! In other words, Akkar/Auriel/Akatosh, as the Time Dragon God, is considered the first god, stabilizing and shaping the world, but in the end the power of time is only one of the creative forces! As the children of the two original gods, Anu and Padome, the other gods were born after time. They may not be able to grasp time, but it is not difficult to understand the existence of time - in addition to time, space and The soul is also one of the cornerstones of creation, otherwise you cannot explain why the lost god, Lorkhan, is so important to believe in the soul!
We all know that one of the conditions required for a mortal to ascend to heaven and become a god is the occurrence of the Dragon Break {this involves a very brain-burning setting, and it is only explained here as the author’s understanding}. After the Dragon Break occurs, you will not No longer a mortal in the timeline you are in, but a god who has existed since ancient times!
What does that mean? To put it simply, the process of becoming a god is equivalent to forcibly changing reality, allowing you to return directly from the end to the starting point, become one of the programmers, and rewrite your status at will!
And those inherently divine beings have always been programmers in a sense.
Turka tried to go back in time to save the two dead people, but in the timeline he looked back on, Morag Bal was not affected by Dragon Break. So, the result was that he still killed the two people!
This forms an endless loop!
In other words, Turka resurrected them, and Morag Bal killed them! This caused the two souls to be in a strange state. They were neither alive nor dead. Unless Turka or someone rescued their souls from Cold Harbor, no one could resurrect them.
When Turka told Islaan and Solini about this regrettable result, the two almost collapsed. Especially the huntress, she couldn't forget that Duran risked his own life to divert all the enemies on the road, just to open a gap leading to the altar for her. As a result, if not for the assassin's fatal blow at the last moment with his conscience still intact. At that moment, it was still unclear who would win!
Therefore, when they learned that the souls of their companions had been dragged into Cold Harbor by Molag Bal, the remaining vigilantes may not have doubts and resentments towards the God of Justice, and resented why the god did not save His people. The soul of a believer.
At that time, due to Turka's battle with the ancient red dragon and the collapse of the Gate of Annihilation, the entire Dwemer ruins began to collapse. Faced with thousands of acres of rock pouring down, Turka could only lead the remaining people first Fleeing there, the bodies of my companions were left in the ruins and mountains forever...
The road to escape was extremely difficult and dangerous. They had to do everything they could to avoid falling boulders and heavy metal pipes, and they had to be careful to avoid falling into sudden cracks in the ground, not to mention the ubiquitous deadly traps in the Dwemer ruins. Many times, If it hadn't been for Turka's timely action, several people in the team would have died in this dangerous underground city. But even so, they were lost in the maze-like Dwemer ruins. Because earthquakes and collapses destroyed the roads in Turka's memory, he could only choose the corridors and stone chambers that seemed safer and plunged in. They ran desperately, not daring to stop for almost a second, stumbling and miserable along the way.
Perhaps it was really the blessing of a powerful person in the dark. After a long time, they finally escaped far enough, leaving the terrible earthquake and collapse behind them.
Once he was certain that the worst danger had passed, Turka once again placed the Assassin at the vanguard of his team to search for a way to the surface.
It was also at that time that Islaan and the others had time to grieve for their lost companions.
At that moment, grief permeated the team. The footsteps of the Red Guards and the Huntress were heavy and sad. They missed the beauty of the past and hated the gods who had put them in this desperate situation. The dark environment and the deep corridor intensified. In this sad atmosphere, no one spoke, everyone just walked on in silence.
Suddenly, Turka stopped. Islaan immediately clenched the giant sword in both hands vigilantly and guarded it in front of the huntress.
"it's me."
The assassin came out of the shadows outside the range of the magic light spell, arriving before anyone else could. Islaan even believed that the cunning and cunning one-eyed assassin was speaking to himself and Solini. - He bowed respectfully to the man in the group who he really feared.
Although he had already felt something in his heart, Turka couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart when he saw this one-eyed assassin again who gave the followers of Molag Bal a fatal blow at the most critical moment and finally stopped the demon god's terrorist plan. It felt like, "You guys are really enjoying it." He murmured.
"They are always watching all this," the one-eyed assassin straightened up, made a funny move, and said unceremoniously: "Mortals are just their puppets and toys. Maybe if they are in a good mood, they will give us such A little bit—"
"Reward." Turka stared at the rich darkness in his eyes, thoughtfully.
"If you think this is a reward," the assassin shrugged and smiled, well, a very ugly kind of smile, "then so," he said, "although I prefer to call it a dog that obeys and pleases its owner. The bones abandoned by the master!”
Hearing this, Turka actually had a smile on his handsome face. But soon, he turned away, his frightening eyes staring playfully at the shadow behind the assassin.
The assassin's heart tightened, knowing that he had already seen through his little thoughts. This successfully calmed down the slightly wandering mind of the one-eyed assassin who had become a little different for some reasons.
Although Islaan did not fully understand what they were saying, he saw that the assassin with only one eye could actually ignore the light and environment, and perfectly blended into one with the surrounding shadows. This man of justice, mercy and mercy The believer of the Lord seemed to understand something again. He muttered, but did not say anything.
The female hunter stared numbly at the ground without saying a word, as if she no longer cared about what was happening in the outside world.
"I'm a little surprised," Turka said, "In a place like this, we actually have guests. Or can you still find pets while exploring the road?"
"No one is wiser than you, my lord." Nargis turned around and pulled out a person from behind a rock, and walked together into the light of magic light.
Islaan opened his mouth in surprise, unable to believe his eyes. It was a dark elf, and its dark and delicate skin, blood-fire eyes, and snow-white hair all proved this. Her hands were tied tightly behind her back, and the close-fitting leather armor could not hide her graceful and plump body. Her legs were long and strong, and she could easily trip over a rude man with just one look. Beneath the narrow almond-shaped eyes are a tall nose and plump red lips, and her face is beautiful with a hint of strange charm. This is a beautiful dark elf woman.
Islaan frowned. Because the familiar attire on the other party reminded him of something disturbing.
However, as the two of them officially entered Islaan's field of vision, Islaan felt that the shock in the eyes of the dark elf, who originally seemed a bit reluctant and angry, became no less than his own.
Along the way, it's not like Gabriella didn't think about escaping, but just as she was subdued by Nargis with almost no chance of fighting back, all her little actions - including but not limited to begging, pretending to be innocent, playing tricks, and then trying to take advantage of the opportunity to disrupt... Breaking the damn one-eyed dragon's neck, etc. - Nargis saw through all of this, and he played with her unceremoniously before tying her wrists again. She was so angry that she could hardly help but curse and threatened that once she escaped, she would dig out and chop off his intestines, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, and stupid head - why do you say almost? Because she has not completely lost her mind, she cannot defeat this damn one-eyed dragon under normal or abnormal circumstances. Gabriella really can't think of how she can make this bastard pay the price she said. Therefore, on several occasions, After trying it, she wisely accepted her fate and followed Nargis without saying a word, all the way deeper underground - this is also the strange thing about Gabriella. It can be seen that this guy has no understanding of the surrounding environment and all kinds of things. The deep, dark Dwemer passage was more familiar to her than she was, and she was obviously not the poor creature who stumbled into this place by mistake.
In fact, this guy was definitely not alone, otherwise he would not have even interrogated her after capturing her, but instead escorted her to the depths of the ground that she could avoid.
However, Gabriella never expected that after walking around for an unknown distance and walking through at least a dozen dangerous halls, they would actually arrive in front of such a strange team.
Gabriella would never forget the feeling she had when she first saw Turka Aracano: he was like an ancient king, like a god in the sky, standing in the light and dispelling the darkness of the crypt. And cold, the eyes are sharp and cold, containing the light of stars. His voice is as soft as the wind, sweet and sweet, and there is wisdom in his brows. He is like a giant, and his strong body contains the power of creation, which is awe-inspiring.
She kept looking at Turka Aracano, who was standing at the front of the team, as if she couldn't believe that she saw such a fascinating and terrifying existence in this dangerous and dark underground.
But she cleverly hid her doubts and anger in her heart. She just pretended to be a weak and aggrieved woman, and was pushed over by the one-eyed assassin. Then she stopped at a distance that was not too far away but respectful enough.
"Sir, I am just a poor, weak woman who strayed into danger." She used all her efforts to tell a ridiculous lie. After saying that, she felt like a fool.
How could someone who could break into such a dangerous place be a weak woman? Gabriella cursed herself loudly in her heart. Sure enough, when they heard this woman blurt out that she was a weak and innocent person, Turka and Nargis both had a hint of amusement in their eyes - so she hurriedly changed her words, "I swear, I feel sorry for you and your My companions don’t have any ill intentions at all…”
She took a deep breath and said sincerely: "I was just hired to hunt down a few poor people. The conflict with your companions was just a misunderstanding that could have been avoided!"
"The Dark Brotherhood," Islaan said in disgust.
Gabriella was not surprised that the Red Guards could recognize her. The costume she was wearing was the standard equipment of a senior member of the famous assassin organization, the Dark Brotherhood. It was attached with various 'little tricks' that were supposed to be effective. ——In fact, if it weren’t for Nargis, it would have been impossible for ordinary people to capture a senior assassin of the Dark Brotherhood so easily. As an elite warrior among the vigilantes, Islaan recognized her as this notorious person. It is not surprising at all that he is a member of the killer organization.
She raised her eyebrows but said nothing. She just looked up respectfully at the one who was obviously the leader of the team - she was afraid that if she lowered her head, the other person wouldn't be able to see the fear and surrender in her eyes.
Turka did not rush to speak, but stared at her for a while, and then said to Nargis: "You brought this person, what do you say? Or," his eyes met the assassin's eyes. The thick ink flashes, "What does your god say about this?"
