"What should I do with you?" The dark environment and the endless rocks above are depressing. The boring caves one after another are exhausting. Dragonborn are the people of the sky, no matter on the earth. , still in Arda, their pursuit of the wind of freedom is stronger than any other race.
But since he came to Nirn inexplicably, too many accidents and changes have been mixed together, making things seem like a mess. Turka is a little tired of it.
In an instant, a needle-like pain shot from Gabriella's cervical spine to her toes, and thin beads of sweat soaked her clothes. "I am nothing, I am just an insignificant person, sir—"
The Dunmer female assassin's exotic ruby-red eyes showed panic visible to the naked eye.
Not all Assassins are followers of Mephala, but every member of the Dark Brotherhood who escaped from Morag's gang basically believes in this powerful Daedra king.
As one of the believers, it was not difficult for Gabriella to discover that it was the Spider Goddess, or one of her wills, who had fought Turka Aracano before. As the carrier of Mephala's power in the mortal plane, Nargis was still defeated by the majestic roar of the mysterious giant, and Mephala was also expelled from Nirn. This made the female assassin who watched the duel between the two gods at close range feel deeply horrified, uneasy, and shaken {Here the dark elf inevitably mistook Turka Aracano for another Holy Spirit in a mortal body. /Devil}.
If she hadn't yet been able to figure out the nature of this powerful god who could even defeat Mephala and his attitude towards flatterers, she would have even wanted to kneel down on the ground to pray for this big man's forgiveness and mercy.
"Oh no," Gabriella clearly saw the impatience in Turka's eyes, and she hurriedly changed her words: "But I am willing to give my loyalty and life. I only hope that your glory will spread in the world!"
"An assassin's loyalty?" Turka sneered.
"If you can accept the service of the Spider Lady's Favorite," Gabriella glanced at Nargis who had returned to his annoying careless appearance, and cleverly made a very shameless statement in the eyes of the vigilante. choice, "Yes, I am willing to follow you, my lord."
The dark elves' knowledge of affairs made Turka feel a little happy, but he was no longer a king, and he did not want to embark on the road of kings who ruled the vast territory again, and he was not enthusiastic about the needs of his subordinates. Therefore, he was very disapproving of the assassin's 'surrender'.
The beliefs of mortals are very complex. There is only one saint in the world who has always firmly adhered to the teachings and creeds of the Holy Spirit/Devil God. Most mortals maintain their belief in the Holy Spirit/Demon God through a bilateral relationship of mutual needs. Or, they may only fanatically believe in a certain group of doctrines that have been distorted by them.
The latter is extremely harmful, and it goes without saying that most of the evil and horrifying cruelty that we know that happens around us is done by this kind of people.
But the number of these two (saints and fanatics) is extremely rare. Most people have no position of their own. They just choose to believe in a certain god in ignorance and drift with the crowd. They have real and true faith. But nothing is known.
Dark elves and Nord assassins fall into this category.
They can betray their former beliefs without any bottom line for wealth, fame, or when their lives are threatened.
Of course Gabriella doesn't want to become an unknown person inexplicably - the Three Pillar Gods, what on earth is he? By. Since the Alessian reform movement never took root in Morrowind, the gods worshiped by the Dunmer bear little resemblance to those worshiped elsewhere in Tamriel. The original religious belief of the dark elves was the worship of several demon gods, the so-called "good demons". Although to a large extent this has been replaced by a reverence for the "present god" of the Judgment Seat. The so-called "good demons" refer to Azula, Boethia, and Mephala} - the... followers (or slaves) of the gods.
But those who know the current affairs are heroes! Obviously, this group of adventurers who mysteriously appeared in this bottomless underground world are not good people (the Red Guards and the female hunters who believe in the God of Justice aim to eradicate all demons). The eyes of the leader of the giant began to show a hint of murderous intent, and Gabriella lamented in her heart. She looked desperately at Nargis, who had captured her, "My lord——"
Nargis' heart moved, and black mist appeared in his single eye, but in the end he chose not to say a word.
On the other hand, Islaan's Adam's apple twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, this follower of Standal made the same choice as Nargis. He closed his mouth and said nothing.
"You said you are from Markas," Turka looked thoughtfully at the female assassin who had almost fallen into despair, "What happened on the ground? Who asked you to hunt down -"
Gabriella was so surprised that her pupils shrank a little, "Arch Mage Cassemor and Edmond." She quickly told how the head of the Dark Brotherhood Skyrim ordered her and other members to infiltrate Markarth and murder, including the previous Magister. Lord Kass and his heirs, the Archmage, the Chief Prophet; causing chaos; the Reach people in the frontier territory attacking the city, etc. were all mentioned one by one. As a result, Turka and the others realized that the surface of the earth was completely in chaos.
"So, the culprit is Harald Silverblood?" Even Solini Yurad was shocked by this series of conspiracies.
"I prefer to believe that the Princes of Annihilation worked together to cause all of this." Islaan said. It is said that at that time he remembered the worried look of the old bishop and what he had seen and heard these days. A huge fear gripped his heart tightly.
Solini Yurad gritted her teeth. Because she also thought of her murdered companions, no one noticed that her palm was firmly holding the Dwemer sword recharged by Turka, with such force that the tip of the armor pierced into the palm of her hand.
Nargis, on the other hand, thought of Ms. Lie's laughter full of temptation and madness in front of the Gate of Annihilation, and couldn't help but shudder.
Turka ignored their argument. Compared to others, Turka could feel the discomfort and suffocation of being entangled in some kind of fog of fate more deeply, which made him feel angry and confused. Needless to say, the reason for his anger was that he was puzzled by which existence secretly and far-sightedly planned all of this.
At first, Turka thought of his previous visit to the Sky Temple - he did not know at that time that it was built by the ancestors of the Blade Warriors hundreds of years ago to record the origin of their organization and the destruction of Alduin. Waiting in the square of the legendary temple, I saw those monsters with human bodies and bird feathers and the Forsworn who had their bodies cut open and their hearts changed;
Then, he thought of the pillar of light that penetrated the sky and the earth; he thought of the Dibella Temple that disappeared instantly in this pillar of light;
At the same time, he also thought divergently about the world war that was erupting in the original time and space, which later generations called the "Great War"; he thought about the return of the world-destroying dragon god Alduin in the near future;
Thinking of the last dragonborn who didn't even dare to kill a chicken...
Gradually, he had some suspicion. A very vague, but almost intuitive feeling.
But at the same time, a confusion emerged in his mind, because in this series of conjectures, there was a key link that he could not figure out yet.
That's the return of Alduin!
According to historical records + game plot, Alduin, who was called the Devourer of Worlds by the Nords, once fought with three Nord warriors during the Dragon War - One-Eyed Hakon, Golden Scabbard Glass, and Old Man Fidel Fighting at the Throat of the World, although the three heroes used the self-invented dragon roar "Dragon Soul Tear" to restrain Alduin's power, Alduin still gained the upper hand and killed the Golden Scabbard Glass .
Finally, when Hakon and others were about to be defeated, the old man Fidir used the prepared ancient scroll to expel Alduin and send him to a certain point in the future. It was also prophesied that Alduin would return to Nirn one day, and at the same time the last dragonborn would also appear.
However, neither lore nor the game plot says how Alduin returned to this world!
We only know that when the Fourth Scourge was pinned to the ground by the executioners of the empire and chopped off our poor and innocent heads, Uncle Ao fell from the sky at the right time, spitting out a mouthful of dragon phlegm, and happened to save the people who had almost left the army. The TLGs who escaped first and died first - this section is the opening of "The Elder Scrolls 5: Skyrim" - started the dragonborn's magnificent journey to Tamriel!
"Very good," Turka allowed his vast will to swim in the ocean of thoughts, and said to the female assassin, "You have successfully found a good reason for yourself to survive." Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Gabrielle La's expression of excitement was visible to the naked eye. She immediately knelt down and made a prayer gesture to praise the gods, "At your service! My master!"
And she didn't even know Turka's name yet.
Islaan said seriously: "Sir, this is not a wise decision."
Turka asked, "Are you going to kill her?" But he had already made up his mind.
The truth lies in a certain segment of history that we are familiar with, it is only temporary, and no one has noticed... The dark elf's intelligence gave him a relatively clear guess about some of the next changes, and he decided, He wants to gain a more proactive advantage in this huge change that could lead to the entire Crystal Wall GAMEOVER if he is not careful.
Gabriella immediately stared at the believer of the God of Justice with hatred, and her fingers reflexively touched the place where the dagger and flying needle were originally placed. But suddenly he remembered that every weapon on his body had been confiscated by that hateful eye. Her movements stopped, cursing herself for losing her composure more and more.
She took a slow breath and put her hand down quietly.
Her jewel-like red eyes moved quietly, hoping that the giant would not notice her little move. Unexpectedly, she suddenly discovered that the spider lady's favored one eye was looking at her meaningfully.
Gabriella froze, her heartbeat stopped for a few seconds.
The Red Guard stared at Turka's majestic golden eyes for a while, then sighed and said: "Justice does not mean bloodthirsty." Then he stopped talking.
"Your information solved one of my doubts, which allowed you to escape trial." Only Turka knew that his inquiry did not mean that he really needed the opinions of the Red Guards. Nargis even thought that it was just A form of his majesty. He allows mortals to raise their doubts, but only he can determine a person's fate. Just like those aloof Holy Spirits and Demonic Gods. "But you should not forget that what you did was unjust and evil. One day, you, like everyone else, will pay the price for it."
Turka Aracano's voice was majestic and powerful, possessing the magic power to make people surrender to fear. His huge body stood as proudly as a god, and the shadow behind him soared, almost filling the entire tunnel. But what Gabriella felt more deeply was that she was safe for the time being!
"Killers and prostitutes are the only two truths that have been passed down from generation to generation since the birth of civilization, sir." Nargis could naturally understand who the other people in Turka's mouth were referring to, and he couldn't help but said with a hint of irony.
After saying that, he regretted it again.
Damn it, did the venom of that female spider really corrode and blind my heart? Why can't I keep my mouth shut lately?
But Turka did not look at him, nor did he refute the controversial remarks in his mouth. Instead, he put away his intimidating momentum, walked to a tall wall, stretched out his right hand, and touched the cold rock. He turned back and asked the assassin, "So, the road you came on was blocked?"
Gabriella's heart started beating again and she immediately replied respectfully, "Yes, my lord."
Then she saw the powerful and mysterious giant glance at the chattering Mephala Favorite. Nargis's single eye flashed... Fortunately, he thought about it seriously and nodded helplessly.
The Dwemer fortress was not only larger and more complex than Nargis had expected. Sometimes the tunnel he thought was leading to his destination would suddenly turn in a different direction, often extending upward instead of downward into the heart of the mountain. Some tunnels suddenly came to an end, which made him feel baffled. He hit a dead end in such a tunnel and had to spend more than an hour retreating.
Moreover, the battle between the demigods and the ancient red dragons and the explosion of the Gate of Annihilation destroyed most of the ancient Dwemer ruins. As a result, it collapsed, and half of the city of Markas was submerged under thousands of acres of boulders.
Most of the tunnels that have not collapsed are blocked by rock mass and sand. It is so difficult and even desperate to find an escape route. If not for this, Nargis would not have been able to capture the same people so easily. Dark elves trapped underground.
"Then maybe we should choose a more direct path," Turka muttered.
It was because of his persuasion that the old farmer's family did not hesitate to abandon their ancestral property that they had managed for decades and took refuge in the capital of the Frontier Territory. But Turka never expected that things would change so quickly and that the cause and effect would be so deeply entangled.
Knowing that the Forsworn had actually invaded Markarth, Turka couldn't help but feel a little worried about the farmer's family who kindly accepted and helped him understand the world when he needed it.
He has never been a bad person, and Turka Aracano has always been sincerely grateful to those who helped him.
Finally, Turka once again released the seal on the soul fragment of Morag Bal, allowing a part of a real demon to touch and merge with his own soul, feeling the excitement that made all Mundus planes Mortals are shocked, disturbed, ecstatic, and moved by the majestic power, feeling the bones of Nirn.
He tried his best to ignore the evil and terrifying murmurs of the vampire father.
Secondly, he integrated his thoughts and part of himself into the ubiquitous bones of Nirn, feeling the majestic and vast power of creation like stars, oceans, mountains, and light.
Then, relying on the power in Morag Bal's soul; relying on the understanding of the scene he witnessed when he realized the dragon's roar, which was so great that it made him cry, he keenly captured what he wanted.
His vision passed through the thick earth, to the sky of Nirn, and to the colorful stars.
The cold wind blew through his soul, cold and refreshing. He was like a giant between heaven and earth, looking down at Nairn:
The land stretches and mountains stand tall; lakes sparkle and the ocean roars; deserts are dry and vegetation is dense. Six magical towers filled with some mysterious fluctuations stand on the earth. These towers are linked to each other with a strange but vital pulse. {The tower is just a concept, or the embodiment of a law. Its appearance is not the earth and stone structure we simply understand. Even many 'towers' have changed over the years, but their core still maintains its original appearance}
Among them, the tall 'tower' in the northwest of the continent is the most completely preserved. Its cornerstone originated from the gods and has power that mortals cannot understand. It is the place where the gods made their agreements, and it is also the oldest building in the world. In legend, it marks the closing of the tributaries of time and the beginning of linear time. It is what separates the world we live in from the surrounding Orbis realm, and ultimately allows Mundus to exist independently.
The tower to the north is actually a mountain range that reaches straight into the sky. Turka knows that it is the throat of the world, Hrothgar Peak! Where dragonborn learn dragon roars. Graybeard and the dragon Paarthurnax guard it.
Pass by this majestic mountain range and continue to cast your gaze to the east. An erupting volcano suddenly appeared in front of him, and its vigorous power surprised even Turka. This is the Red Mountain of Morrowind, where it is rumored that the Heart of Lorkhan was suppressed, and it is also the hub that stabilizes the mortal plane of Nirn!
In the center of the continent, the broken platinum tower and on Xiamu Island, a small island in the southwest of the continent, have the same pulse as the five towers above, but have long since been broken. The crystal tower still stands, but its main authority is It has long passed, leaving only a few weak fluctuations still flowing in the artificial foundation stone.
Finally, Turka turned his attention to the south of the continent and came to a rainforest that was almost comparable to Fangorn Forest in the First Age. A magical tree grows in the middle of the rain forest, covering the sky and the sun. Its branches and leaves are lush and its roots are deep, almost like a big umbrella. It blocks the countless big trees around it and the certain features and darkness that live in it. Elves are similar, but have an almost yellowish complexion and are shorter creatures.
This is Green Liquid, one of the four natural towers, a walking city! The sacred tree of faith of the wood elves (also known as Bosmer) is also their capital. Wood elves lived, hunted, died, and returned to dust and mud in and around this magical tree. ——For details, please read "The Mystery of Orbis 4: The Ancient Tree"
According to "Mystery of Orbis 4: The Ancient Tree", this is a huge Glatt oak tree born from the probable acorn. And this acorn is its rough stone. And because acorns can exist anywhere by chance, there is more than one green tower. And each one can be moved.
Turka briefly observed the daily life of the creatures living on this oak tree, and then returned his gaze to the sky above the dark area where they were at that time. Markas was suddenly in sight.
Under the blood-red moon, the ancient Dwemer Fortress City has long since fallen into a sea of fire and chaos. The streets are filled with choking black smoke, and ashes are scattered like black rain. Crowds of people were running wildly on the streets, and not many people knew where they were going. Some people shouted that it would be safer in the mountains, some ran lifelessly along the chaotic streets, and others tried hard to break out of the city gate. Everyone was screaming in fear, which then turned into screams of pain.
Many people bumped into each other hard. Weapons gleamed, battle axes, war hammers, swords and spears rose and fell, swinging and stabbing, wildly displaying power, passion and fury. The ground, which was still undulating and trembling, became slippery with blood. Many soldiers fell to the ground unsteadily and were killed when they struggled to get up.
Outside the city, the Tattered King watched in shock and uneasiness as his soldiers plunged into a fiery hell called Markarth, shouting angrily.
Turka watched all this without any disturbance in his heart.
He devoted all his will and spirit to the forces of earth, water, fire, and wind that made up Nirn, and prayed for help from his thicker side. But the earth was so silent and heavy that it seemed unmoved by Turka's pleas.
Until Turka completely reconciled the fluctuations of his soul with the rhythm of the earth into the same note, the calm and heavy side of the power of creation responded to him.
He gritted his teeth and let the original force of creation flow through his body, trying hard to 'command' that huge force to exercise its power according to his will.
In the shocked and incredible eyes of others, a golden light erupted from the inside to the outside of Turka's body, and gradually enveloped everyone.
Then the earth rumbled, and the wall turned into dust in his hands, but the solid stone above his head still firmly maintained its original appearance. The dust continued to spread, and a drum-like muffled sound continued to be heard in the distance, as if it was reverberating throughout the underground.
When the noise stopped, an escape passage directly to the surface suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
