Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Secluded hall, independent from the world

Miao Miao Hongshan, surrounded by relatives

Cry out for reason, worship the mountains

Dwarven is proud, better than iron and stone

- "Inquiry into the Dwemer, Volume [-]", Scholar Thurvegel Lane
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The corridor was very long, very long. Turka reckoned that they might have walked for more than ten minutes. Calculated according to the straight line, they had penetrated at least one kilometer underground.The silence is like a giant beast stalking in the shadows, hiding immense pressure.Everyone can only focus on the road in front of them, and as they go deeper into the ground, the air becomes more and more humid and hot. If you listen carefully, you can hear the choking sound of the wind blowing on the rocks and the corridor Voice.Clearly, they're near the bottom of the ladder.

"It's very interesting." Turka muttered. He was the first among the crowd to discover the cave at the end of the field of vision and the huge underground ruins behind it.In the dark and silent cavern, his voice echoed over rock and wind.

"what?"

Everyone looked at Turka dragon's golden vertical pupils, and they were even more convinced that he might not be of the blood of a certain giant and Yalong. (Of course, no one dared to tease Turka Arakano in person. In Nargis's memory, some idiot once blurted out humiliation to this powerful demigod, and as a result, that idiot was destroyed by a tum gone, no bones left)
Turka didn't answer, and Iluvita's God's Choice seemed to think of something, and the cold vertical pupils with faint golden light flashed a few times with great interest.

A gloomy look flashed in the eyes of Islan and his companions, and they walked for a while, and came to a rock wall hole nearly six meters high—Turka was lucky, the tunnel and the hole were dug It must be more spacious, otherwise he would be too uncomfortable.

"Look at what we found," the Brighton man raised his eyebrows, and said with a little joy in his mouth: "An underground ruin."

At this moment, a gust of wind blew over everyone's faces, and the smell was very strange, like rotting rotten meat, coupled with a greasy sweet smell, it was creepy.Coupled with the gloomy and dark cave, Yislan's expression looked serious, "The smell of blood."

The ascetic uttered a second incantation.

A ball of light emitting a soft yellow light passed over everyone's heads, and slowly sank into the darkness behind the cave on the rock wall. It didn't stop until it hit a stone wall.

"The Dwemer Ruins." Duran said affirmatively. Although the brightness of the light cluster is not as clear as Magnus's, the Ascetic Monk has enough evidence to confirm the place illuminated by its flight trajectory. This is an ancient Dwemer ruin.

lo and behold.We can see that this is a room about fifteen to six meters high and seven or eight meters wide, with a similar architectural and decorative style to the city of Markas above them.All kinds of dull metal walls and stone chairs, strange shapes, furniture utensils and broken bottles can be seen everywhere.There are complicated patterns on the bottle, and well-informed mages and scholars can easily recognize that these things are the emblems of Dwemer civilization in a certain period.

A stone bed that was slightly smaller than normal human beings was placed near the north side of the room, and directly opposite it, a large hole more than six meters high was dug out. It was Israel and the others who saw it. The cave in the rock wall.On the left side near the west side, there is a stone table with a candle on it—although the candle is not lit, judging from the half-burned traces, someone must have stayed here.

Reminiscent of the flat and jointed stone road in the passage, and the obvious traces of cutting and chiseling at the entrance of the cave, it is obvious that someone has excavated this passage leading directly to the Dwemer ruins in the underground of Markarth, and its purpose...

Disturbingly, Israeln found a large puddle of suspected blood on the ground.With the vigilante's rich experience, he can infer that someone seems to have murdered some innocent people here, and then dragged them like an animal into the darkness where the light cluster above the ascetic monk's head could not reach.

Following the direction of the blood on the ground, everyone turned their eyes to the south of the room, where there was a dark shadow, and the wind gushed from it, as if the evil was laughing.This is the main entrance of the room.And that's where the bloodstains disappeared.

"It's not surprising that the city of the Nords was built on the ruins of Dwemer." With the help of the light cluster on the ascetic monk's head, Islahn discovered the braziers on both sides of the cave entrance on the rock wall, which were filled with oil.Combined with all kinds of ominous traces, the Red Guards became even more uneasy. This brave warrior picked up a discarded torch from the ground and said with a gloomy face, "But our purpose is not archaeology. Now, let's move on. Apart from this, we There is no other choice."

The Redguard lit the oiled torch with flint, gripped the battle ax tightly in his hand, and resolutely walked into the darkness first.

"Bless the merciful Lord." The ascetic monk Duran held down the talisman that had already melted into a ball, and whispered Stendhal's divine name, and then followed closely.

After them came the Spellblade and the Huntress.Turka could even hear the magic swordsman muttering a few words in a low voice, his tone full of helplessness.

"You can't really be like these fools, can you?" said the assassin. "This is really stupid. We shouldn't have come down. This place makes me creepy."

Turka glanced at him, "Don't forget, your destination is also here." He said, "And you can escape, just like last time." Then he ignored him and walked in.

Nargis gritted his teeth, he really regretted it.He glanced back at the corridor with no light at all, and then at the entrance of the rock wall emitting a faint golden light, "My brain must be infected by werewolf disease, Shure! Okay! Gine! Dibella... …Damn it! Whether it’s the Holy Spirit or the Maharaja of Annihilation, as long as he can protect me from this endless darkness, I will believe in him!” The one-eyed assassin gritted his teeth fiercely, picked up another torch from the ground, and followed .

Behind the door is a long passage with countless rooms beside it.Israeln pushed open the door of one of the houses.Under the push of the Redguards, the bronze shaft made a piercing clicking sound, which spread far, far away in the pitch-black ruins.

"If there are devils living here, they must have been woken up by you." Xi Lang couldn't help but said.

"Shut up." Israel shouted in a low voice, holding a torch in one hand and a steel battle ax tightly in the other hand vigilantly. He carefully looked in and found that apart from all kinds of broken furniture and decayed Breath, there was nothing in it, and he let out a sigh of regret.

"Release another detection technique." Israeln ordered the magic swordsman.

The Brighton man resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and whispered a spell.A burst of green light flashed, and the rippled magical aura surged into the depths of the darkness again.

Facing the probing eyes of his companions, Xi Lang shook his head solemnly.

"We can only keep going." Islahn said to his companions, "No matter whether there is hell waiting for us or not."

So they moved on.

However, the further you go in, the more gloomy it becomes.Most of the rooms have been abandoned.Judging from the furniture, decorations, and various living utensils that are still neatly arranged inside, except for some man-made damage, the original owner did not have time to clean up these things and disappeared suddenly——About Tamriel For the disappearance of the Dwemers, it is recommended to read books such as "Exploring the Dwemers", "The Lost Race of Tamriel", "The Battle of the Red Mountain" and other books. The heart of Rock Khan in the Red Mountain, and the entire race disappeared in an instant (of course, it is also said that it was cursed by the demon god Azura to disappear)-but for some reason, the people who came later did not wantonly Destroy everything here, so Turka and the others can still see the humanities, living customs, etc. of this race from the majestic underground ruins.

The high roofs reflected the shadows of torches and magical light sources, and the walls and floors were covered with moss and dried blood.The passage is deep and exudes a disturbing atmosphere.

Turka followed the disciples of Stendhal without hesitation. Sometimes he would stop and search for something in those abandoned rooms; God muttered some words that Nargis could not understand.

Several times, the assassin had to swallow his anger and help him unlock the locks and traps of the Dwarvens—in fact, he even suspected that the reason why the original target didn't kill him was because he could help him solve some "little troubles" '.

I am not a lowly thief!The one-eyed assassin yelled sadly in his heart.Then he watched helplessly as the original kidnapping target took out a few worthless ancient coins and...

"Huh, a sword?"

Turka excitedly pulled out a sheathed sword.The golden scabbard with a certain smell of oil and the intact strap of the hilt can confirm that this exotic sword should be a weapon made by the Dwemer.And it looks like it's still usable.

Turka grabbed the "dagger" - to be honest, human weapons are too 'small' for him - and drew it out.I saw that the golden sword exuded the unique light of Dwemer metal. The sword spine was a little more protruding than ordinary swords, and there were star-shaped inscriptions on both sides. The tsuba was inlaid with turquoise. Wrapped in three-toothed dolphin skin, it is non-slip and can be stored for a long time.

The weight of the sword is a bit heavier than that of old Tang Disi's iron sword, and the blade is slightly shorter, but the balance of the sword feels good, and it is a sword with a high level of craftsmanship.more importantly……

choke.

Turka swung the Dwemer one-handed sword, which was too short for him, and saw a flash of red light. The sword actually cut off a corner of a stone table next to it, and the broken section was obviously scorched by fire. Mark of.

Is this enchanted?
Turka thought with great interest, he raised the sword, put it in front of his eyes, and looked at it carefully, remembering the famous stalk: Didn't you enchant my weapon?Why can't you even cut butter?

After a long absence, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Turka's mouth.

But soon, this untimely impulse was extinguished.In fact, not only can this sword cut butter, it can even cut stones in two with ease.He looked at the dagger in his hand, brushed the extremely sharp blade lightly with his hand, squinted his eyes, as if he was feeling something.

Nargis stopped breathing for several seconds.Because he saw that the friction between the sharp 'dagger' of the ancient Dwemer and the palm of Turka Arakano produced sparks that would only be emitted when steel gnawed, while the flames that could burn even stones black Doesn't work on him.

Turka regretfully dropped the scrapped Dwemer Sword, "A question." He whispered, "Is it only the soul stone that can provide constant magic power for enchanting?"

Turka was thinking about certain issues, with a dazed expression.

And the attack happened at this time.

At that time, a gust of wind that would freeze the blood on the body passed by, and the torch in the assassin's hand was dimmed.Relying on years of experience and brutal assassin training, Nargis blocked the fatal blow with the dagger in his sleeve at the most critical moment—the pupil of the one-eyed assassin almost shrank into a small dot, and the dagger in his hand and the The sharp claws in the depths of a group of black shadows collided, and the two made a sound of steel when they bit.And recently, the other party's pitch-black claws exuding a strange stench were only a hair's breadth away from his carotid artery!
"vampire!"

The assassin yelled loudly and backed away again and again, subconsciously poking the torch in his left hand towards the dead gray face that he would almost never forget for the rest of his life.I saw the other party open his bloody mouth full of disgusting stench, revealing four sharp fangs, and let out a scream that was rumored to penetrate people's hearts, turning into a shadow, roaring from the assassin The top of his head flew over.

Nargis waved the torch in his hand nervously, and retreated to the corner vigilantly, clutching the dagger tightly in his right hand, as if the familiar cold edge could bring him the confidence he needed.

But in the next moment, what made the assassin's pupils dilate suddenly was that he seemed to realize that the same kind of sneak attack had failed, and someone chanted a spell in the dark.

"No." The assassin shouted in despair.He didn't even have time to look at Turka.One, the attack broke out too suddenly; two, Nargis thought maliciously, if he died...

I saw that with the fall of the wizard's spell, a beautiful but creepy ice storm formed rapidly, and finally erupted at the door, coming towards the two people in the room.

The rapidly rotating magic storm exudes a faint cold air that seems to be able to freeze the earth. It roars and attracts everything in the room, and is brutally divided and frozen into frost. The place where the magic storm passes even leaves a crystal clear The ice flowers shone sharply like metal.

Nargis almost thought he was doomed.

The space in the house is too small to be conducive to fighting.And, as an assassin, Nargis is better at killing in the dark.He can silently kill any enemy who dares to leave his back to him, and he can also quietly poison the target he wants to kill in the crowd. Even if he is temporarily used as a hunter, He can also shoot an arrow through someone's throat from a hundred paces away.But no matter what, facing a battle mage directly is not his specialty.

I hate mages!
In desperation, Nargis could hardly help recalling his past prison life in a trance.