Turka did not witness the assassin's crucial blow. But soon, he noticed the disharmony on the assassin's body - different from Nien's vibrant power of creation, the aura on his body at that time was cold and active, like a giant net, swallowing He was exposed to all prying lights from the outside world - and, although the Nords concealed themselves very well, Turka still discovered the black mist that appeared from time to time in the depths of the assassin's one eye. It even made people forget the original color of his eyes.
As a result, some worries and doubts arose in Turka's heart.
But at that time, Turka had no evidence, so he could only order the assassin to go to the front to find a way out after the collapse.
The assassin agreed. He behaved as respectfully as ever. However, Turka never expected that this guy actually came back with a 'surprise'.
At that time, looking at the Nords coming out of the shadows, Turka's guess was somewhat confirmed.
Humans cannot see in the dark, and their hearing is far inferior to that of elves, but the one-eyed assassin seems to have known they were coming. He turned towards a group of shadows, completely integrated with the dark and lightless environment around him, and like a spider waiting for its prey to take the bait, lurking on his web, quietly leaning on a boulder, watching Looking at Turka and Yinslaan.
It is said that at that moment, Turka noticed the malice coming from the assassin - we don’t know whether what the one-eyed assassin was thinking at that time was due to the temptation and coercion of the demon god, or whether it was the deepest feeling in his heart. real thoughts. But in any case, this really angered Turka Aracano - and knowing that the 'surprise' was actually a member of the Dark Brotherhood, the suspicion in Turka's heart became even stronger.
He spoke meaningful words to test, and as a result, the assassin, who was not willing to be manipulated by "fate", broke out.
He was trying to get rid of the terrifying existence that had been hiding in annihilation, controlling and manipulating him. As a result, this also offended Mephala, the patron saint of assassins and killers, as well as the god of lies, deception, sex, and murder.
Perhaps at first, the Lord of Annihilation was just attracted by the cunning, despicable, cowardly, and wavering dark sides of his followers, and wanted to punish this guy who dared to praise the Holy Spirit and himself at the same time. As a result, when she saw that the Lord of Cold Harbor actually opened a gate of annihilation under the human city, she immediately understood what had happened. Out of nature and contempt for the father of vampires, Mephala blessed the daring believer and successfully used the hands of Nord assassins to trick the Lord of Coldharbor. But no matter what, as a god, Mephala would never allow the mortals she regarded as 'toys' to escape her control.
Moreover, we don’t know whether this demon god who represents lies, deception, sex and murder knows the origin of Turka Arakano just like Morag Bal. But what is certain is that through the assassin's memory and eyes, Mephala also saw and felt the majestic power that flourished like the sun in Turka's body and the divinity that was still gestating.
So the demon kept mumbling, whispering, and tempting in Nargis' mind, outlining one plot after another, until the assassin couldn't stand it anymore - or, in fact, he had been preparing and wanted to borrow a plot. With the help of Alka Aracano, escape the control of the devil?
After all, Nargis had witnessed with his own eyes how the Lord of Cold Harbor was defeated at the hands of this alien dragonborn.
But these are all our speculations, and we also don’t know what the facts are.
Later generations only know that a conflict did break out between the two at that time. However, because most of the records of everything that happened during that period are confusing, and the three parties who witnessed it at that time were not familiar with what happened during that period, most scholars who studied that period can only rely on sporadic rumors and later periods. Some of the stories that happened roughly describe what happened at that time.
Among them, "The Year of God's Coming" compiled by Augustus Prosis of the Imperial University of Offa is considered to be the closest to the truth: the Whispering Lady looks down on Nirn in the void, and its nets and shadows cover the earth. At that time, all mortals and elves on Nirn were terrified, and lies and murders were heard endlessly. Then a dragon roar took the lead in breaking through the darkness, and the light returned to all living beings.
To sum up, Turka Aracano lowered his head, and the cold blade accurately pierced the gorgeous robe that even the most dexterous master among the elves could not sew, almost touching the skin.
It was cut by the dagger that suddenly appeared in the assassin's hand. No one knew how it appeared, but it did almost establish a special skill, but the price was that the assassin's ribs and chest were completely broken, and his spine also hit the wall. It was broken into many pieces.
Then Turka Aracano said: "You are the second person who has made me feel death, if you can still be called a person now."
Under the surprised gazes of Yin Silan and the other three, the assassin actually let out a painful groan and opened his eyes. "Should I say it's an honor?" the Nord said weakly. The broken vertebrae and broken chest were actually recovering visibly. After a while, the red, purple and green muscles and white bones turned back into shape. They looked at their original appearance, as if nothing had happened, "But if I can choose, sir, I swear I will never do it again! Because it really hurts!"
Turka stared into his eyes carefully, and then glanced at his restored chest, thoughtfully.
The assassin sat up and leaned against the wall behind him. With an equally strange expression, he raised his hand and touched the smooth pink chest of a young girl, cursing in his mouth.
Gabriella opened her mouth and looked at all this in disbelief, as if the world had collapsed.
"Sir?" Yin Slaen tightened his grip on the giant sword in his hand and took a step forward to ask. He kept his gaze cautiously on the one-eyed assassin on the ground, never relaxing at all.
Turka withdrew his cautious gaze, lowered his head, and looked at him with a smile, "For the time being, he is still a human being."
It's not your turn to say this.
It is said that at this moment, Nargis, Yinsraen, and Solini thought of rudeness at the same time.
The Redguard coughed lightly, looked at each other and put away his weapon.
Nargis breathed out softly.
"She's gone?" Turka came to the Nords. His majestic body cast a large shadow on Nargis's body and the wall. A pair of majestic amber eyes stared straight at the assassin.
Nargis' originally slightly cynical expression immediately turned serious. His hands dropped naturally to the ground, far away from his waist and thighs. "The thread of fate connects everyone," the one-eyed assassin said bitterly, "From now on Not far away.”
Turka said nothing, just stared at him. He seemed to be thinking, and there was some truth or falsehood in the assassin's words.
And everyone who could hear their conversation looked at the assassin sternly and strangely, and then at the giant, the atmosphere was solemn and low.
"Indeed," Turka finally spoke, he said, "but a person who runs away from fear will find that he will only encounter it sooner."
Nargis closed his mouth. After a long time, he lowered his head and respectfully expressed his gratitude to the giant.
So Turka knew that, at least at this moment, he was still him.
Next, they stopped talking about the matter and turned their attention to the dark elves standing aside.
Gabriella shook and almost cried.
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Spiralskein, the Daedric Lord, the realm of Oblivion created and ruled by the daemon Mephala, the god of murder, lies, deceit, sex, and secrets. It's like a mass of mist, like some giant chrysalis, or even if you think of it as a vast expanse of sea level. Because mortals cannot fully understand these things that have existed since the birth of Orbis, they can only describe and understand them based on what they can observe, but they do not know that everything is the same and everything is not.
Here, we only use part of it that we can understand.
This daemon's realm is metaphysically structured in a similar way to Nirn. At the center is the Tower, known only as the Palace of Pillars of Mephala because its true name is too terrible to say. The eight strands of sotheskein revolve around the pillar like spokes of a wheel, and the spaces within each symbolize different sins: the first is lies, the second is jealousy, the third is temptation, the fourth is fear, the fifth is betrayal, the sixth is The first is murder, the seventh is desire, and the eighth is anger.
Parts of its kingdom resemble a dark, sprawling cavern with high ceilings and dotted with glowing mushrooms. Spiders, croakers and all kinds of crawling creatures live here, and tall buildings with arches and spiers dot the landscape. Deep red crystals protrude from the cliffs, ceilings and walls, forming geometric clusters of prism-like shapes.
In the deepest part of the cave, there stands a throne composed of countless silk threads and bones - there are multiple such thrones in Mephala's domain, and their shapes and compositions are all different, so we will not explain them one by one here - -It represents Mephala's supreme authority and its well-kept secrets and conspiracies.
Suddenly, a figure appeared here, appearing in this area that represented evil and ugliness.
This figure is so beautiful! Her delicate and lovely face seemed to have been carved, and her shiny black skin made her look like a lifelike work of art, a living obsidian sculpture.
She sat on the throne, looking down at the spiders, hoarse monsters, and winged bat-men who were all bowing to the ground.
Because she is none other than Mephala, the god of murder, lies, deception, sex and secrets!
"Get ready!" She made a harsh and terrifying voice, and issued an oracle to all the creatures in the kingdom who believed in her and dedicated their souls to her, "The people in the lower world will summon you, and you need to enter Nainai. Well, enter the arena between humans and elves and kill someone for me..."
"No!"
The Demon God suddenly changed his expression and tone, and his delicate and lovely face returned to the soft appearance of a girl. His tone was cute and full of life, "Go and warn him, chase him, but you are not allowed to kill him! Let him understand, He will always be my prey, puppet, and trophy!"
"Yes, ma'am."
Countless hoarse screams sounded like a sea wave, filling every corner of the Demon God's domain.
Listening to this flood of chanting, a clear smile appeared on the beautiful face of the demon god of a famous race in Nirn. But then, she disappeared from the throne again.
She stepped into the void, covered in shadows and darkness, like a ghost, and like a wisp of smoke. She avoided many scrutinizing eyes and came to a strange place full of silence and the smell of blood.
She looked down from the void, seeming to be hesitating and cautious.
Cold Harbor.
Molag Bal's Realm of Oblivion.
Mephala was thinking, countless lights of thought bursting out and then extinguishing in her mind, as if she was thinking about an extremely serious problem. Eventually, the demon disappeared just as she had arrived.
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4e173, night starry moon.
20th.
Shadin Hull.
Alisanne Dupree was awakened from her sleep, cold sweat covering her forehead. She almost reflexively grabbed the dagger placed by her pillow and made a warning gesture.
However, the bedroom was quiet except for the gentle sound of the wind.
Suddenly, she was stunned. She ignored the slipping gauze and stumbled through the corridors and stairs with her bare feet and graceful body.
Come, my daughter, come to me.
A voice echoed in her ears.
Alisany breaks into a secret room. The walls and floors here are covered with all kinds of mysterious spells, the air is full of the smell of spices, a strange sarcophagus stands in the center of the room, and candles on the ground are burning with green flames, swaying in the wind.
"Dear Night Mother, dear Night Mother, great master, your servants obey your orders!" Alisanne Dupree crawled on the ground naked and shouted in a pious to fanatical tone.
A voice that only she can hear flows through Alexa Dupree's ears like the wind. The voice is as beautiful as poetry and as grand as a hymn, but at the same time, its meaning is sometimes as difficult as a riddle. Understood, Alisanne Dupre listened tremblingly, remembering every word in her heart.
Go to Skyrim and hunt down a man named Nargis! He is an oathbreaker and a blasphemer!
Perform a ritual to summon my servants!
Alysanne Dupree, your destiny is coming, go away, go away...
After saying that, there was no more sound in the sarcophagus, and the candles on the ground rekindled their orange flames. Alisanne Dupree, who was lying on the ground, stood up. The woman's beautiful body was exposed to the cold night wind, and a confused look appeared on her beautiful and cold face.
"Skyrim?"
she muttered.
Then, this powerful woman who controlled the most dangerous killer organization in Tamriel suddenly revealed a charming but almost cruel smile. "No matter who you are, you are dead!"
