Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

night star moon.

On the 11th.

Wednesday.

It was already late when Harald Silverblood returned to the Silverblood family's villa in Markarth from Fortress Under the Stone.All the servants with relatively insignificant jobs were at the gates to welcome the return of the uncrowned king.

Beside the housekeeper stood a young child, his childish face was full of grievances and joy.He is Tonar Silverblood, the only male heir of this generation of the Silverblood family.

Haral squatted down with a smile and kissed his son's little face. "Can't you come back sooner?" The child tugged at his father's beard, coquettishly.

"You know, my boy." Harald was a vigorous Nord, tall and muscular, more of a warrior than a noble, with green eyes that always shone like age. It didn't make him surrender.But anyone who knows him well knows that the helm of the silver-blooded family is over 60 years old, and he has already passed most of his life. "The city needs us, and Skyrim needs silver blood."

Then he let go of his son, and Gu Jing looked at the housekeeper calmly. "Let Ai Liti come to see me in the study."

The servants and the butler left almost silently but in an orderly manner.Little Tonar wanted to say something, but Harald just lowered his head and glanced at him, and Little Tonar immediately bowed politely and ran away.

study.

Harald meets his daughter.She is always like a gorse blooming under the dew, beautiful but dangerous.The exquisite skirt couldn't cover that graceful figure, which originated from his big turquoise eyes looking at his father innocently, as if he was wronged, why did the old father call her over to scold her as soon as he came home.

"I heard about it." Harald casually sorted out certain documents on the desk, some private documents, without looking up, "Take back the 'bird' you sent. At this stage, any troubles None of that is allowed.”

Aliti Yinxue gritted her teeth, her beautiful nails pierced deeply into her palm. "I don't understand what you're saying..."

"I won't say it again." Harald said calmly, "Get out." He sealed the document with wax, and then stamped it with the imprint of the Silver-Blood family, as if he had no interest in looking at his daughter at all.

Aletti Silverblood took a deep breath, gathered the hem of her skirt, turned and left.Just as he was about to grasp the silver handle, the voice of the helm of the Silver Blood family suddenly came from behind.

"Your younger brother is the sole heir of the family. I don't want to hear any complaints from you. I won't repeat this point again."

Aletti Silverblood's fingers almost broke the exquisitely crafted handle.But she didn't look back, she just opened the door and walked out.

The birds have long since left the nest.They won't look back, she thought.I do not know either.

……,……

now.

Silver Blood Inn.

A farmer may be able to decide his own work and rest time, but as a miner, they all have to think about getting up to work tomorrow.The big shots (even the Andor family, you could say) pay you to work, and the Overseer will never allow you to be late the next day.

So, people who had to get up early tomorrow reluctantly left the hotel.Drunks and businessmen were also either carried out or returned to their rooms.The inn started to get empty and eventually the music stopped.

The maids began to tidy up the messy tables and chairs, clear up the scattered wine glasses, and sweep the floor.Turka even overheard one of the maids complaining about too much wine spilled on the table and floor, and too many debris.The hotel owner is also loudly driving away the guests and drunks who refuse to leave: It's time to close, you all go back to your own bad nest.

Little Rogatus walked back to the room drunk, and fell headlong on the bed filled with goatskin and straw that countless people had lain on.He was used to it, Turka was like a pampered king, he never slept in his bunk.And every day, little Rojatus could see him in high spirits.

"I've had too much ale." The farmer's son mumbled, "Good night, Turka."

"Good night, Rogatus." Turka Arakano sat on a chair near the wall, letting the shadows overwhelm his tall figure.

Then, everything is silent.

After a long time, the entire Silver Blood Inn was silent.The city outside also became quieter.

When shadows cover the land, things that walk in the dark come to life.The two assassins were like ghosts, bypassing the patrolling route of the guards, proficient as if they had practiced countless times.

The darkness not only provided them with a natural protective color, the black cloaks and costumes of the assassins blended well into the dark night, and they walked almost silently after releasing the silence technique, as sensitive as a predator. Cats in .In addition, they drank the invisibility potion, even if someone passed by them, they might not be able to find their traces.

But as a professional with a high level of business, they still choose to avoid the light source and the environment that may expose them without bothering.Thankfully, the folks at Macas don't like having dogs.Although there are, but compared to the huge cities, there are too few.These guys with sensitive noses may use invisibility to smell the smell that disturbs them.Then they will bark loudly, alarming countless people.

They stopped and stopped all the way, and arrived at the back door of the Silver Blood Inn smoothly.All inns and hotels have back doors.This is the same as chopsticks are always a pair.One is just a wooden stick, and the other pair are chopsticks.

Compared with the thick brass gate at the front gate—Marcath City was built on the abandoned Dwemer fortress, all its architectural styles have a strong Dwemer style—although the wooden gate at the back gate Strong enough, too, but a wooden door is always easier than a brass door when you unlock it.

Also, there is no torch on the back door.

The lights in the house were already off.Everyone fell into a deep sleep.

So, an assassin carefully took out his tools.

click.

With an almost inaudible mechanical sound, the door lock was picked open.

The two assassins looked at each other in the darkness, and the one who opened the lock carefully pushed open the back door of the inn, his movements were as soft as catkins flying.

The remaining assassin hid in a dark corner at the back door of the inn to watch out for him.

Behind the door is the kitchen of the inn.The smell of spicy seasoning and the unique greasy and rancid smell of food filled the whole house.The flame in the stove had already been extinguished, and the faint moonlight fell through the window next to the fireplace.

Like a civet cat walking at night, the assassin walked quietly through the kitchen and hall, using the shadows of the bar counter and tables and chairs to cover his figure.Finally, the assassin came to the guest room of the target.

He stood quietly in the darkness for a moment, making sure that no one noticed what he was doing, and there was no movement in the room except for a certain idiot's snoring one after another.

So, the assassin repeated his tricks.He took out the tool and turned it carefully until the gears made a faint and inaudible sound.

The assassin cautiously paused for a while, and then carefully pushed open a thin gap.His movements were extremely gentle, beware of the creaking sound of the wooden door.

Then, the assassin in the shadows took out a bottle of potion.This is some kind of alchemical product, and its effect is roughly that when the bottle is broken, the liquid inside will quickly sublimate into gas.People who inhale this gas will fall into paralysis and coma.At least that's what the employer who gave him the potion said.

But he has no chance to use it.

The long-awaited Turka Arakano stretched out his hand out of the darkness, grabbed the door frame and pulled it open suddenly, and the other hand grabbed the assassin's hand holding the potion like lightning, and kicked his knee. The head hit the assassin's soft belly.

The sudden outbreak of fighting almost caught the assassins outside the door by surprise.Obviously he drank the invisibility potion!and……

Feeling the terrifying attack with the sound of wind and thunder, the assassin's hairs stood on end. The experience of walking in the dark all year round made the assassin instinctively twist his waist at the last moment to avoid the fierce knee Collide.For this reason, he even bent the shoulder of the grasped hand 90°, twisting his own arm abruptly.

Before the assassin could feel the excruciating pain, a dagger appeared in his other hand.Turka snorted softly, straightened his bent knees suddenly, and kicked the enemy's lower body.

The assassin's eyes widened.The dagger that glowed with faint cold light came to a stop less than three centimeters away from the target's abdomen.

But these three centimeters became the watershed between life and death between the two.

The huge force even kicked the enemy into the air, and Turka could even hear a broken sound.But because the enemy's hand was tightly grasped by him, the enemy could only watch him fly up, the egg shattered, and then fell to the ground, and passed out directly.

All this happened between lightning and flint.The enemy didn't expect it at all, and the target could actually see through the invisibility. "May your eyes be sharp and far-reaching, and not be confused by all the fog!"——Bless the Dragonborn like this.

Moreover, Turka's hearing was beyond their imagination; when the enemy had just broken open the back door of the inn, he heard it.However, he could not hear the enemy's footsteps.It wasn't until the tiger man pried open the door between him and Rogatus Jr. that he saw the assassin shrouded in some kind of power.

So, he set out.

And the result was no surprise, the enemy fell at Turka Arakano's feet.This proves that even if he crosses the crystal wall, few mortals are his opponents based on physical combat power alone.

Turka lightly caught the glass bottle and dagger that fell from the assassin's hand, and was careful not to make any noise from them.In the darkness, except for the moment when he opened the door, there was almost no movement.

Even if someone heard it, they probably thought it was some drunk man going to the bathroom.

Turka carefully placed the enemy's body on the ground—no man could bear this blow. When the enemy lost his breath, the invisibility potion in his body immediately lost its effect, and a guy in black with his face suddenly appeared.

This is a tiger man.

Turka's golden vertical pupils clearly saw the assassin's furry ears and protruding face through the darkness.To be honest, he was a little taken aback.Tamriel is indeed far more dangerous than Middle-earth.In the past hundred years in Middle-earth, he had never tried to be assassinated. However, after only two months in Tamriel, he had seen what blood, primitiveness and audacity were.

Turka looked at the medicine bottle and the 'dagger' in his hand.He looked at the unfamiliar assassin again, thought for a while, and put the glass bottle into his arms.He had expected trouble, but not so soon.

Who is it?
Holding the enemy's weapon, Turka walked towards the back door of the inn as quietly as possible.There's another one there.

Ah, he had to be thankful that most of Markarth's buildings were made of stone, and the thick ground allowed him to walk without creaking. To be honest, he was not good at detection and assassination.The Firstborn were better than he in this, and the Elves of Middle-earth could walk silently even in armor.Legolas even achieved the miraculous feat of stepping on the snow without a trace.

Nargis is an old hand who walks in the dark.He has done many feats: including but not limited to kidnapping the daughter of a nobleman in Solitude, stealing Lord Falkreath's beloved gem, fighting with the thieves of the Thieves Guild in Riften City, and almost killing him. The gatekeeper of Windhelm City and so on.But what excited and stimulated him the most was when he foolishly went to the Mage Academy in Winterhold two years ago, attempting to murder a master of transformation.

No one knows how he survived that time.But afterwards, many people in the industry knew that Nargis was not only blind in one eye, but also that he had mastered a profound spell.He can greatly improve Nargis' defense in certain aspects, so that he can achieve good results unexpectedly in certain tasks.

As a result, Nargis also got a nickname: one-eyed Nargis, or Iron Nargis.

Maybe it was because too many people were offended.

Shortly after that assassination, Nargis disappeared into Tamriel.No one knows where he went.A lot of people think he either died or was found by the transmutation master in Winterhold and turned into a stupid goat.But in any case, the one-eyed Nargis has become a legend in the killer world.

Outside the door, the one-eyed assassin crouched in the shadows of the corner, with his ears pricked up, not letting go of any suspicious movement.The surrounding air is cold and reveals a trace of restlessness.He always felt that something big was going to happen tonight.But the employer's orders were to kidnap the big man who had caused chaos in the city that morning, and to kill any witnesses who stood in the way of the operation.

Therefore, he must wait here.Either support, or escape, he must choose one.

But obviously, he and his companions underestimated the power of the dragonborn from another world.In other words, the masters behind them underestimated Turka Arakano.

Suddenly, the assassin arched his body alertly, like a frightened big cat.

The next moment, the back door of the hotel was opened.The target bursts out of the darkness.He accurately matched the eyes of the invisible assassin, as if the assassin was like a wooden pillar in the daytime.A pair of vertical golden pupils very similar to his companions shone with a cold killing intent.

As if to say, aha, kitty, you are here.

One-eyed Nargis stood up all over his hair, and almost without thinking, he turned and fled.