Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Nargis has regretted it more than once, thinking that it was his misconduct in the first half of his life that led to his miserable life today.See, he yelled inwardly, let it stink and rot in the mage's dungeons, and now even the gods above are throwing their goddamn dice at poor old Nargis?
Out of fear of the Daedra Lords who occupy the plane of Oblivion (although he himself claims to believe in another Daedra Lord), Nargis fled shamefully-of course, this is for a captive , which seemed to be exactly what he was supposed to do.

And Turka and the Red Guards didn't stop him immediately.

But before the one-eyed assassin could feel rejoicing, he discovered in despair that a terrifying evil enveloped the whole house.The gate was sealed.The Lord of Enslavement and Domination angrily trapped all the 'rats' who dared to step into his domain in this abandoned house.

Thinking of this, Nargis sat up with a pale face. Looking around, he always felt as if he had swallowed a whole rotten maggot in his stomach, which was extremely disgusting.

"I remember—" the one-eyed assassin tremblingly touched the melted and scorched face and limbs, and was relieved to find that they were well maintained as they should be. "Okai {i.e. Alkai or Akai, the god of reincarnation, funerals and cemeteries}, it seems that I am not dead yet."

Obviously, the One-Eyed Assassin is a Nord, because Oke is the embodiment of Akai in the Old Nord belief.At this time, the person who caused all this came out from the door between the hall and the kitchen, his appearance remained unchanged, and a strange light shone in his golden vertical pupils.

"It seems that you have avoided a little trouble." Look at that, what is amazing is that even the fire in the fireplace has been rekindled, as if nothing just happened.And Turka's calm tone carried a hint of mockery that made Nargis angry and fearful, "Well, this really surprised me."

Nargis jumped up almost as if bitten by a snake, as pitiful as a frightened fawn.

Behind Turka followed the Redguard and his companions.They looked at Turka with panic and uneasiness in their eyes.

"The door is also covered by some kind of power." The ascetic monk walked to Nargis, checked our Mr. Assassin carefully, reached out his hand, and touched the door.After closing their eyes and feeling it for a while, they saw an evil magical aura suddenly light up, just like what they felt on that mark.

The ascetic monk quickly retracted his hand like a snake, "We are trapped." Duran Cypher said bitterly.

"My power has been exhausted just now." Duran replied discouragedly, "and I suspect that even if I didn't, I would not be able to contend with this evil force."

After a pause, the ascetic monk looked at Turka and said hesitantly: "And, I can feel that the power of the Lord has been weakened here."

Israeln felt the changes in his body carefully, and had to admit that his companion was right.The originally tenacious and surging divine power could not be sensed at this moment, as if Stendhal's brilliance had been swallowed up by the evil here.

"Maybe we can only move forward." Soline said tremblingly. Although the appearance of the female Nord has been restored, the shadow has not disappeared from her heart. With a trace of fear.In fact, even if time goes by and life ends, the horrible experience of being burned by flames will haunt Islahn and his companions forever and become their eternal nightmare.

"You can't—" the Breton man glanced at Turka secretly, his face pale, "do something?"

Turka didn't answer, he looked around, his handsome face looming under the vague wall fire.

As mentioned by many rumors in later generations, Turka never mentioned to others the "God's Fall Incident" that happened in Markarth and how he changed from a mortal to a demigod——

As he touched the great light of creation (fire), ancient knowledge came to his mind, and some amazing changes have taken place.He can feel the great power of the world (earth bone) that is everywhere in Nirn, and through Nirn, he can feel the irregular movement around this planet called the arena by the gods (demons). eight stars {actually nine, or more}, and the twin moons known to the creatures of Tamriel as Marthael and Secunda.

Even, if he puts his consciousness (soul) into the deeper layers, he can even feel those more terrible magical realms we call the plane of oblivion.

It is said that it was at that moment that Turka Arakano was determined, and a new path slowly opened before him.

But it was not enough, a voice sounded in his heart.

At the same time, another voice sounded like a ghost in Turka's mind.Can't.

What can't?Turka asked loudly.

Neither the first voice nor the mysterious voice that sounded like a ghost in his mind answered him.They just come and go, screaming maddeningly in his head over and over again: It's not enough.

No.

Turka was dizzy from the voice deep in his soul, he shook his head panting, and isolated the two voices in the corner of the sea of ​​consciousness.

He only knows that now he can feel the joy and play when the wind blows over his body;

Can feel the trajectory and heat of the fire flowing in his body;
To feel how the earth embraces him, the fountain of life that nourishes all things;

Feel the traces of time, the mottled light and shadow...

Turka Arakano stretched out his jade-like hand, staring at the meridians and bones on it, slightly absent-minded.He can feel that as long as he takes one step forward, he will become divine!

His consciousness (soul) broke away from the shackles of the body and plunged into the void.What suddenly appeared in his 'eyes' was that stalwart and vast light (fire) that could not be expressed in words.

It is there, shining on Nirn, and attracting the surrounding eight sacred stars that are bigger than Nirn {the stars in this world are not the same as we imagined}, making a certain trajectory around Nirn run.

And farther away, countless terrifying shadows that cannot be observed by ordinary people wrap the Mundus plane including Nirn in some obscure way, forming a more vast and boundless magical universe.This is Orbis. {Orbis=Light Realm+Annihilation+Mundas (Nirn Star+Eight Stars+Double Moon)}.

As if aware of Turka's consciousness (soul), the eight stars revolving around Nirn, as well as those Annihilation Monarchs who lived in the chaos, quickly rushed to Turka's with a feeling of being awakened. Consciousness (soul) comes.

No.

A second voice came weakly from the depths of his consciousness.Turka fell out of the void almost immediately, fleeing the terrifying shadow that seemed to swallow him at any time.

In fact, although it is only a glimpse, Turka has an unprecedented horror and fear.He took two steps back in shock, his face was pale, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

And lost the trace of Turka's soul, the wills of those existences collided and searched in the void, sending out waves of ripples, until no one could do anything to anyone, and calmness returned.

Israel and the others looked at him in surprise, not understanding what happened.

"It's not something I can solve, at least not now." Turka didn't explain, he chanted Yiru's holy name in his heart, recovered from the horror, and then said, "Maybe we only have one way now." Turka turned his head to look at the corridor in the back of the room, thinking.

Israeln and his companions looked at each other, as if discussing whether to listen to the advice of the person in front of them.

"Then that's the only way to go." The Red Guard said with a solemn face, "The way back is dead, so now we can only work hard to move forward?"

All returned to the place where Molag Bal's mark was found.

Nargis looked at the few people leaving, with hesitation and fear constantly circulating, but in the end, the one-eyed assassin followed.

Coming to the kitchen, Israel nodded to the magic swordsmen in the team.

The Brighton man had a bitter face. He studied the mark carefully, and then put his hand on it, "Inmos Kenneth Clark." He whispered the spell.

Then, Turka was surprised to see that following the incantation of Stendhal's disciples, the green light he had seen before was lit up in the hands of the magic swordsman, and following that, the hideous The gloomy blood-red mark also lit up with magical aura.

"I just hope this isn't our last mission," said the Brighton man angrily.

The door was opened.

A dark hole appeared behind the cupboard.And behind the hole is a corridor, the ground is paved with smooth stone slabs, if you are not careful, you may fall down.The polished walls are also arched, with strange shapes, like monsters.

The whole tunnel snaked forward with a slight downward slope until it disappeared into darkness that even Turka's eyes could not see the end of.

In fact, no one else can see through this darkness.In their view, the cave in front of them was eerie and terrifying, exuding some kind of evil aura, like the entrance to hell.

"Don't tell me, you really plan to go in." Nargis's voice was trembling.

Israeln glanced at him, since the assassin shamefully chose to turn around and run away, the impression of this one-eyed fellow in the hearts of the Redguards has been extremely bad.But they were afraid of the power of Turka Arakano, so neither the Redguards nor the ascetics wisely spoke any words to ridicule him.

"If you have other choices." Islahn clenched the battle ax in his hand and gestured to his companion.

The Brightonian sighed almost resignedly, and continued to chant a spell. The green light in the hands of the magic swordsman "Vita Sez" lit up again, and it rippled down to the depths of the cave.

This is the second time the magic swordsman has cast this spell. Judging from the effect just now, this should be some kind of detection technique.

Sure enough, Tamriel has a per capita magician.A strange thought came to Turka after a long absence.

The magic swordsman with light red hair nodded, and the red guards who had already prepared walked in immediately.

"Glaster Reis." The ascetic monk followed closely behind, and he whispered another spell. The previous orange-yellow ball of light reappeared above his head, illuminating Islaen and those who followed him. The path followed by the Spellblade and the Huntress.

It is said that Islan and the others did not trust Turka very much at that time, so they did not invite him to participate in their adventure, but fate made them meet here, how could they stay out of it?
In fact, during this process, only the huntress looked back at him from time to time.

"Fate always entangles no matter where and when," Turka Arakano said in Sindarin.The reason is that at that time, he also felt the evil hidden under the ground, and he had a certain forward-looking premonition of what was about to happen.

Nargis couldn't understand the strange charm in his mouth, which was more beautiful than all the languages ​​he had ever heard. He just looked at him obediently and watched him walk into the darkness.

"Shul! Okay! Keena! Mara! Bless me!" The one-eyed assassin, who claimed to be a believer in Mephala, called out the holy taboo of the original spirit of creation, so shameless and cunning that he did not look like a Nord.The assassin followed Turka in grief and indignation, and also walked into the darkness.

The cave is dark and dull, just like an RPG game after playing the light and shadow special effects overhaul MOD - most of the crypts in the sky are dark and dull, adventurers and those greedy tomb robbers will not choose to break into the cloth alone if it is not necessary. Full of dangerous tombs and caves.The eyes of mortals simply cannot adapt to such an environment. Even with the magic of ascetic monks, Islahn and the others cannot see clearly the space five yards away from them.

Above their heads, the rugged rocks are like the teeth of monsters, as if they could devour them at any time; the twisted corridors and tunnels are like the stomachs of monsters, and everyone seems to be walking in a magic cave leading to death.In the winding and dark tunnel, apart from the cold and gloomy atmosphere and the sound of their footsteps, there was no trace of living people.

And in the darkness, there is an extremely evil aura lurking, and everyone who touches it can't help but feel horrified and fall into despair.

It's just that Israeln and his companions are resolute and strong fighters, so they calmly and cautiously walked cautiously along the slippery floor step by step into the depths of the darkness.

Turka walked behind them, not far, but not near either.

Look, even though the blessing of the only god Ru Iluvita has crossed the crystal wall and time, it is still perfectly presented on him.His eyes glowed in the dark, like two ambers, beautiful, crystal clear, and fascinating.

Sometimes he observed the orange ball of light on the ascetic monk's head, and sometimes he looked thoughtfully at this dark and gloomy cave, silently thinking about something.

The one-eyed assassin staggered behind him, quite embarrassed.