Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

The one-eyed assassin in front of him was much more cunning than the tiger man before him.Also more cautious.When he found out that his companion was likely to have failed.It's almost a certainty.Otherwise the target would not have appeared suddenly; so the assassin turned and fled without delay.

Turka dropped the dagger that belonged to the Khajiit. "It's not friendly," he said.The dagger shot at a bolt of lightning, and instantly flew towards No.2 Assassin's back.

The back of Nargis, who had been rushing forward, suddenly turned around, and a steel dagger appeared in his hand, and he hit the stress point of the dagger that once belonged to his companion, knocking it out.

Mephala.

Nargis hardly had time to think, but his arm was shaking violently from the heavy blow.A small machine crossbow miraculously appeared in his left hand, aiming at the frightening target behind him with an arrow.

Turka sighed in admiration.He caught the flying crossbow bolt with his hand.The jet-black steel arrows were no more than an inch from his eyes.It was obviously coated with some kind of venom, and at this moment, under the dim moonlight, it emitted a faint blue light.

What a monster.Have we messed with a demigod?Nargis wailed in his heart, he dropped the vacant machine crossbow, turned around and fled.

"Stop."

The target said gently, as if chatting with the closest friend.But Nargis found that his legs seemed to be out of order, and he couldn't move forward no matter what.

"I think we still have some things to talk about, what do you think?" The target's voice was soft, as if complaining about why a friend came to be a guest but left the table rudely.

Nargis was in a trance for a while, and could hardly bear to drop the dagger in his hand.He opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out.A voice kept emerging in his heart: relax.Relax.

Do not.Mephala, he is also a sorcerer.

The remaining sanity made Nargis bite his tongue frantically, and the severe pain woke him up.He ran forward staggeringly, thinking of the sorcerer back then, and fear and despair flooded the heart of one-eyed Nargis.All the colleagues were amazed that he could escape from the master, only he knew what miserable past he had gone through.Even if he managed to escape from the dungeons of Winterhold in the end, he never wanted to experience similar tortures again.

Turka gave a second applause.

The assassin in front of him was the first mortal he met who could break free from his magic voice.Attention, it is mortal.He couldn't help feeling a little interested. "You interest me." He said: "It's better to stay first."

Turka Arakano caught up with the assassin and stroked his neck with his big hand.The alarm in Nargis almost rang to the extreme.Years of wandering on the edge of life and death made him release the iron armor technique at the last moment.

Turka only felt a blue light flashing on the opponent's body, as if he had pinched a cold iron pipe.At the same time, the dagger in the opponent's hand turned upside down, stabbing fiercely and swiftly at his heart.

This is a spell?

Turka tightened his hands, a little curious.

The deadly dagger stabbed by the opponent immediately stopped in mid-air.Nargis found desperately that if he moved a little more, the five fingers that seemed to be crushed by steel would snap his neck at any time.Even if he has already used the spell he stole from the master of transformation in Winterhold.

"I surrender." Nargis uttered these few words with difficulty, and threw the dagger on the ground with great interest.

"Very good. A wise choice." The target nodded, and still said in his gentle voice: "I hope we can reach an agreement next time."

Nargis closed his one eye in despair.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The vast power from the light world poured down from the sky in an instant, bringing about the scene of annihilation.The terrifying beam of light vaporized the highest rock peak in Markarth within a heartbeat, leaving behind a huge crater hundreds of meters wide and several miles deep.Blazing light, earthquakes, and strong winds swept across the entire frontier.

"Iluvita."

Turka Aracano blinked, staring dumbfounded at the terrifying scene that happened next to him; Nargis was so dumbfounded that he even forgot to breathe.

"Mephala, what did I see."

Year 173, Fourth Era.

night star moon.

On the 11th.

Dibella, the goddess of art and beauty among the Nine Holy Spirits, descended to Tamriel for some reason, and her wrath directly destroyed the Supreme Temple in the city of Macarth located in the southwest of Skyrim.And this incident was also called the "God's Fall Incident" by later generations.

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confusion.

Unparalleled chaos.

The anger from Di Bella became the last straw that overwhelmed the tense atmosphere in the city.Numerous guards, merchants, miners, farmers, and even disheveled nobles all ran out from all over the city, yelling, talking nonsense, and running around like goats that were about to be slaughtered by their throats.

On the square that Turka saw during the day, the stalls of the vendors, the glass of the shops, the horses in the stables, and the watchtowers of the city gates were all fallen, broken, or hissing, and they were all in a mess.

Everyone was talking about the beam of light and the huge pit, and almost no one paid any attention to the corpse lying in the sewer not far from the hotel entrance.After all, murders, brawls, and bloodshed are everywhere in Markarth City at this moment.In madness and fear, people have committed countless crimes.Khajiit's corpse was just one of them.

Even Harald Silverblood has no time to teach his 'disobedient' daughter.Because he has more important things to do at the moment.

"How is the situation in the fortress under the stone?" The enchantment formed by the magic inscriptions around the villa saved the Silver Blood Clan from the earthquake and strong wind.But even so, after witnessing the horror of God's descending with his own eyes, Harald Yinxue couldn't help feeling a little fear in his heart.

He couldn't help but firmly grasped the window frame carved with exquisite patterns, trembling slightly.

"According to our people's letter, the city lord is sending his herald to the villa." The steward stood behind him respectfully with his arms tied, almost exhausting all his strength to prevent his fear from affecting the report.

"Very good." Harald Silverblood said with a smile: "Although the impact was a bit unexpected, the Dark Brotherhood is indeed one of the most powerful organizations on the mainland, and they actually did it."

The butler shut his mouth and wisely did not answer.

Harald glanced at him, confirmed that he didn't notice his slightly trembling fingers, and said, "As soon as the person from the fortress under the stone arrives, bring him to the study immediately. We should go and guard the little boy sitting on the stone seat." guy."

Soon, a figure rushed into the Silver-Blooded Family's villa in Markas like a wind.Then, Harald Silverblood came to the Fortress Under the Stone again.

"Shull, what the hell is going on here?"

After passing through the aisles and gates guarded by layers of guards, Harald Silverblood met the young Igmund Andor.The lord of Markas City has the iconic blond hair, a high nose bridge, and deep-set eye sockets. Apart from anger and panic, the green eyes are more of a panic at a loss.In this regard, he was far worse than his father, the cunning Hofdi Andor.Even if Hofdy is too weak to sit up straight without help, as long as he doesn't close those hawk-like eyes for a day, no one in the frontier will dare to underestimate the person from the fortress under the stone. Order.

"Rebellion! Murder! Beggars!" our lord yelled from his sad throne like a frightened puppy. "I've had enough! If no one can explain it all, then I hope I can use my life to..."

"Quiet." Igmund's father, the previous Lord of Markarth, said weakly.Years and disease had taken away most of his vitality, his originally tall body had become rickety, his muscular muscles had also withered, and the silk robe was worn on him like a wide and ill-fitting cloak.The originally blond beard and hair were sparse and unhealthy gray, "You have passed the age of quarreling like a child, these are what you have to face when you become a lord."

His voice was so weakened that if one didn't listen carefully, it could easily be ignored.But such a simple sentence made the huge stone hall miraculously quiet.Everyone shut their mouths, only the crackling of the orange flame in the brazier echoed.

The lord's uncle, old Hofdy's brother, Larick Andor; Hava Silverblood of the Silverblood family; the lord's chief guard, and Archmage Casemo; Head, pretending not to hear anything.

By the way, if the chief prophet is not dead, there is also a place for her in this imperial meeting.Moreover, the ranking is still very high.

Among them, Larick is the chief steward of Markarth City, responsible for all internal and external trivial matters; Hawa is the commander of the city guard; The Armory of Markarth; Casemo, the Master Summoner from Winterhold—all say the Nords don't like mages, but you see, from east to west, from south to north, every lord of Skyrim employs The corresponding 'private' mage.I have to say, this is very ironic.

Harald Yinxue calmly watched the old Hofdi teach his son, while evaluating the chess pieces of both sides in his heart, his cold face hidden in a place where the brazier could not shine.

Getting rid of a Blessed Priest was scary, but in the end, the plan worked.For the rest, high-spirited mages are a problem, but these guys who can only chant spells will often run away first when they see that there is no waiting, so it is just a problem.

then.

He looked at the captain of the guard.

"Yes, father." Igmund lowered his head with an ugly face.He was very annoyed at his father's attitude of always treating him like a child.But at the same time, he also understood that as long as the old Hufudi survived for a day, the increasingly chaotic frontier leader would always have a pinnacle of stability. This was the majesty of the old lord for decades.Therefore, he could only endure it.

Old Hofdi swept his eyes over all the imperial ministers present, his shriveled chest heaving rapidly, "Casemo, what have you discovered about this chaos?" Just a few words seemed to have used up most of his With so much strength, the old Hofdy made an unpleasant hoarse sound, like a leaking bellows.

"Is it really descended from God?"

Master Casemo, who was wearing a blue mage robe, hid his thin face under the deep hood, and a pair of red eyes occasionally flashed with flames.

"I can feel the divine power of Ms. Joy, so, unfortunately, yes." The high-spirited mage bowed slightly, with an annoying look proudly out of the world.

"I don't understand." Larick looked very disturbed, "Why? Shure, is the Holy Spirit going to abandon us? And, where is the chief prophet? Such a major accident happened, why is she not seen?"

Casemo replied: "According to the testimony of the survivors, Ms. Brian was in the temple when the incident happened."

This was a disturbing answer, and everyone fidgeted and looked at the high-precision mage.

Under the service of his servants, the old Hofdy finally calmed down, "So?"

"When the light of purification poured out, I went to check it immediately." Casemo said: "In addition to the divine power of Ms. Joy, I also vaguely smelled the breath of the web weaver."

The rest were shocked when they heard this.

Shure.

Are the Nine Holy Spirits and Daedra Maharaja fighting again?Why?
……,……

At the same time, Silver Blood Inn.

Since the innkeeper, Klebb, was a little away from the rocky peak in the center of the city when he first selected the site, and his inn was also built with ancient Dwemer techniques, and it was built on flat ground, so Survived the initial earthquake and strong wind.

However, the signboard on the gate of the inn, the tables and chairs in the lobby, and the pots and pans in the kitchen are all gone.Everything was in a mess, and the ground was covered with debris and occasional dust.

"Shull, what happened."

The innkeeper's voice of fear and distress came. He seemed to have had a dispute with a guest.Because the other party seemed not to want to live any longer, and was asking him for the rest of the rent.

"Huh? Refund? The service purpose of this store is... No, Songgard. After you die, you can ask your ancestors for it. Now, get out of here."

"Boy, Orava. Watch out for me. If anyone dares to take advantage of the chaos and do something they shouldn't do, throw them out! I'll go and see what happened."

Boyi and Orawa immediately mumbled a few cursing words, as if to say, what are you waiting for if you don't run away at this time... Shut up.Now run out, be careful not to be cut off by the guard with a sword.

So, in the end, the two still stood at the front door one by one, and persuaded the guests not to be impulsive by the other at the back door. The boss had already gone to understand what happened, and when he came back, he would definitely have an explanation.Of course, if you insist on going out, pray to Shure that you won't be knocked out of your head by the boulder in the sky or the hilt of the guard's sword.

As a result, some travelers were intimidated.In other words, the guests, who were already in a state of confusion, stopped making noise when they heard what the hotel helper said.After all, in the chaos, someone makes up his mind, no matter how bad it is, it is better than you running around like a headless chicken. (I have doubts about this) They gathered in the hall in fear and anxiety, huddled in front of the fireplace, trembling.

In the confusion, only Little Rojatus noticed that Turka was gone.

Shure, where did he go at this time.

He carefully cast a glance at his father.But old Dondis just shook his head at him.Apparently, the old farmer found out too.But he signaled little Rojatus to keep quiet with his resolute eyes.

Ever since he 'picked up' this uninvited guest on that rainy night in Frost's Fall Moon, he knew that they were not the same as Turka Arakano, and he had better not get too involved in his affairs.

If he's going, let him go.Old Dandis and his wife looked at each other.