Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 226 Assassin and Turka
Nargis' wrists were tightly tied behind his back, and he tried his best to break free from the ropes on his hands, but finally he had to sigh and gave up his efforts.In addition to the fact that the rope was strong enough, the pair of eyes behind him that frightened him also kept glancing at his face and hands vaguely, and there was no emotion in the cold vertical pupils.As if to say, hey, I've seen all your tricks.

So he could only clumsily try to hide his embarrassment with an innocent look, and substitute flattery for fear, and he said, "I don't understand."

Turka looked at the gadgets in his hands, and said casually, "Oh?"

They were all kinds of small things he found from the waist, arms, boots, and hair of the prisoner in front of him. There were blades, daggers, a small crossbow with construction skills, and several crossbow bolts with poisonous arrowheads. ; and there were pointed glass bottles containing some unknown liquid, one of which was empty.And the effect is invisible.

Iluvita, why didn't the Valars include this setting when they created the world?Oh no, or they joined, but not everyone can open this permission.Turka suddenly remembered Sauron's ring.Perhaps Bilbo and Frodo felt the same way when they were invisible?Turka wasn't sure.

He looked at his hands with interest.At this moment, his state is very strange. You can say that he is walking on Nirn, or you can say that he is walking in a strange world gap that meets Nirn.He can touch the wind, atmosphere and matter of Nirn, but the people of Nirn cannot see him.At least the guards who ran past him one after another didn't notice these two weird guys beside them.

This state is difficult to explain, as if he has some kind of magical isolation from the world, but he is in this bubble called the world.

The world is physical, but Turka always feels that it is unreal.He touched the wind, the water, the earth, he walked in the light, he looked into the shadows, and the snow fell on his face, cold and wet; he talked with old Dondis's, and the innkeeper, and even fought with those two fools; Feeling the food and the sweet mead falling into his stomach, but either way, he felt something unreal.

And this feeling became clearer as the cold alchemy products flowed into his body.

I can do it.A voice sounded in Turka's heart: It's just that I don't know what to do yet.Turka felt the changes in the world with all his heart, and blinked thoughtfully.

As his consciousness deepened, Turka seemed to have touched some kind of strange existence, which covered every corner of the Mundus world, existed in every grain of sand, every drop of water, every breeze, every They were like the earth, like the ocean, like the atmosphere and the breeze, like a huge flame.or light.

You can do it, the voice continued, hugging us.

Turka Arakano could hardly bear to open his hands, throwing himself into the incomparable blaze.He longed to do it as much as he longed to breathe.

This is not right.

Another voice rang in Turka's mind, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.Some kind of beautiful tone rang in his ears, even if the voice was as beautiful as Princess Evening Star's, it was not as beautiful as this tone.

Embrace us and you will be immortal.

said the first voice.

No, the second voice sounded faintly, this is not right.

Turka staggered a few steps, almost touching the huge ball of flame.It was so scorching hot, yet so icy cold, that even the Arda Dragonborn, who was supposed to be fearless of all flames in the world, couldn't help feeling bursts of blazing heat followed by bursts of bone-piercing pain.

This is not right.

Turka gasped and stopped.

You shouldn't mention Arwen, she doesn't exist here.The lost power returned to Turka Arakano.His originally wavering eyes became firm, and he withdrew his hand that was about to touch the flame.I can do it, but not like this.

Turka stared at the assassin with a strange face in his calm eyes, and the other side's right leg was withdrawn calmly, "I didn't want to escape." The night was very cold, and the ground seemed to have sucked Nargis' body away. All the heat inside.The One-eyed Assassin's eyes showed a sincere look that he had never seen before, "I just thought you wanted to take a break. I mean, I want to take a break."

"You will get it." Turka said, his voice still so calm, "as long as what you say is true, no one will restrict how you live the rest of your life."

"Of course. Of course." Nargis couldn't help jumping up and cursing.Mephala, I've told almost every little thing about the first half of my life, and Dad doesn't know me as well as you do!Damn though, I've never met him.But the assassin didn't dare to reveal what was in his heart, because he knew that no one could lie under the target's icy amber-like vertical pupils.

"continue."

I'll figure out what that is.Turka glanced at him, but not now.

Nargis seemed to have been punched in the heart, and the discomfort and aggrieved rushed into his head at the same time. He slowly, slowly squeezed out a smile, and bent down, "Of course. Of course."

Turka stared at him for a few seconds, then moved away.

Noisy noises came from behind them. People in the entire Macas were screaming, running, rushing towards the rocky peak where the Dibella Temple was originally located, and the cold north wind whizzed past the two Clothes and cloaks, but did not alarm any of the guards.

Turka cut off the call of that power, which made him feel a strange weakness, but soon, he felt that this weakness seemed to be fake, his strength was still there, even when he felt that After seeing the ubiquitous flame, it became more active.

There is something wrong with this world.Turka suddenly had such an insight.In the last life, what was said about the Elder Scrolls and Dragonborn?Turka frowned, he always felt that he had forgotten a lot.

Who am I?
After all he had been through, Turka asked again the question he had long forgotten.

"People are flocking like squirrels homing in... to that disturbing, oh shit, Shure. Forgive me. You know what I mean."

Nargis felt distressed watching the guy who frightened him nimbly flipping over his baby, watching him skillfully put a magic book in his pocket that recorded the notes of the Master of Change at the Wizard Academy of Winterhold; There are a few bundles of transparent silk, as well as flint and steel, lockpicking tools, a few gold coins with Septim's head on it, etc. You can find almost everything you can touch from a thief or assassin here.They all come in a black tower chain, not heavy, but not light either.

Of course, apart from the book full of words and symbols, and the bottles of alchemy products, the target is not that interested in other small items.These are the trophies that Turka has scavenged from the cunning, but quite interesting assassin in front of him.

Nargis could sense that the invisibility potion was about to wear off, and at any moment they might be exposed to the eyes of the guards or some terrified idiot.And then, well, the Hidana Mine might be his home forever.Therefore, he could only let the target as much as possible—well, he remembered, the employer said it was Turka, Turka Arakano.

A very strange name.

Nargis felt extremely sad. He saw the target lift the Khajiit's body out of the hotel, throw it like trash into the sewer not far from the hotel, and then forced him to tell what he knew.He's more of a greedy robber than I am!Web Weaver weaves my destiny!Look what I've messed with, not to mention an archmage, now, a... Shure, what the hell is he?
The perfect body blessed by the Creator God of another world looks so majestic under the dark starry sky of Nirn Star. His shoulders are extremely broad, but his waist is so perfectly proportioned that all the creations of Orbis can be seen. His arms and thighs are slender and strong, and his amber eyes are like two polished gold coins in the night.

Mephala, his face is the most beautiful that Nargis has ever seen, no wonder the Silver Blooded Daughter would send assassins to kidnap him because of him.And under his muscular body there is a majestic vitality, presumably no woman can resist a certain temptation.The assassin thought rudely.

"In Markas, there is silver and blood flowing. Sir, maybe it's not a good choice for you to do this." Turka glanced at Nargis as if sensing the slander in his heart.The assassin's heart beat violently, and he said in a loud voice: "I don't know, and I don't want to know what conflict you have with Silver Blood; you know, our business is just doing things with money. Everyone has needs Then it is suitable for daytime means to deal with an accident, so there was a misunderstanding between us. But you should understand, this is not my intention. "

Turka could sense the insincere words of this 'special' assassin even without his ability, his one eye glowed coldly in the dark like a poisonous snake; Flattery is covered with fear and cunning, and his body is also rickety, as if this can make Turka forget that even when he is caught, he will not forget the fierce side of a dagger in his heart.

"Since I stepped into the city, everyone has said in my ears: In Macas, silver and blood flow." Turka said with a smile: "Isn't this sentence applicable to everyone? ?"

At that moment, Nargis even felt his hair stand on end. He recognized the frightening... Mephala, what the hell is he?Nargis lowered his head, not daring to look at the coldness in Turka's eyes hidden under a gentle smile.

"You walk in the light, but weavers of webs, darkness is always in our hearts." The one-eyed assassin chanted this sentence.

Turka glanced at him, and said calmly, "Everyone walks in the light with darkness at their feet. Or, walks in darkness with light behind them."

Nargis almost bit his tongue to hold back the fear in his heart. A lot of sweat flowed from his forehead and back, and turned into biting frost particles in the howling cold wind in the sky.He retracted the blade between his fingers, and walked obediently forward.

The crowd kept running past them, but the high-level invisibility potion produced by a famous alchemist in a certain empire was effective and guaranteed in terms of quality. No matter it was Nargis or Turka, no one had ever discovered them.They walked along the remote stone road all the way, turning left, turning right, climbing high stone steps, and walking along the damp and cold alleys into the darker lower city.

The buildings here are very dilapidated, as if they have experienced thousands of years, decayed windows and smelly sewage can be seen everywhere; flies and mosquitoes with germs are flying on the sewage and garbage, and the buzzing sound is disgusting; Hungry snow rats ran through the shadows, occasionally stopping, their small eyes staring straight at the uninvited guest in front of them.

No one would choose to live in such a place except beggars and poor people who have nothing to live on.Except for the decay and the breeding of evil, there is no ray of light here.

"I even suspect that you are deceiving me." Turka frowned, and his cold golden pupils stared straight at the dilapidated two-story house in front of him.

I saw a rusty iron lock hanging on the door, and the windows on the second floor were almost broken to the point that they would be shattered into a pile of useless sawdust if the wind blows.The dark window is like a bottomless crypt, swallowing any passing light.There was silence all around.Only the wind is blowing.

"In the name of the Web Weaver, I swear!" Nargis almost bit his own tongue, the target's eyes were always so calm, but the assassin could feel the calm murderous look in the target's eyes.

Turka was silent for a moment.He stretched out his hand and touched the cold iron lock. An evil feeling stimulated his fingers. At this moment, Turka seemed to see a boundless sea of ​​blood, sticky and disgusting; a crazy laugh filled In his ear, even he can't help but feel a little palpitation.

"Maybe you didn't." He withdrew his finger and stared at the one-eyed assassin, his voice became severe, "But you said that a noble daughter would choose such an evil place to connect, is that right?"

"I don't know!" Nargis shook his head frantically, "We only received an order. After the matter is completed, we will... cough, that is... In short, the order is so. Maybe you can go to the residence of the Silver Blood family to ask .”

Damn woman.

Disgusting aristocrats.

Iluvita, I'm starting to miss you.

Just as Turka wondered whether to let the cunning assassin suffer first.He talks too much, and some of it might be true, and some of it, well, he's hiding a lot, maybe he's not lying, but he's not telling the whole story.Turka tolerated him showing off his tongue in order to survive, but that didn't mean he would allow his captors to mislead him.

Nothing looks right here.

Turka stared at the house in front of him, alarm bells ringing in his heart.

The hairs all over Nargis stood up.Mephala, don't let him hurt me!I swear, I'm not lying, at least not this time.

(End of this chapter)