Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 237 The Altar Tests the Enraged Turka

For adventurers, the most dangerous thing about caves: Sometimes you don't know how deep they are, or where a certain passage behind them leads, and what is waiting for you inside.

In Turka's long mortal years, he has obviously experienced a lot.

He even remembered the adventure he had first taken part in, one summer's day many years ago, with hobbits, wizards, and dwarves to the Lonely Mountain to reclaim the dwarves' homeland.

At that time, they fell into the trap of half-orcs "tragicly". It was also that adventure that the hobbits found the Lord of the Rings in the depths of the Misty Mountains, and opened up the follow-up Central Continent coalition forces to destroy the Dark Lord. prologue.

Ah, all the good old days seem to be in sight.In a trance, he seemed to have returned to Central Continent, to the place he loved and loved by the stars. He heard the joyful and moving singing of the elves, the beautiful harp, and the sound of bagpipes.

"I thought you would save him." The one-eyed assassin struggled to support the nearly unconscious Redguard, muttering, "This is ridiculous, I actually saved a person. Maybe the God of Justice will reward me."

"I thought you believed in the Weaver of Webs." Turka sadly saw that all the good things were gone with the wind, and the familiar people were waving goodbye to him tenderly.He clenched his fists. "Besides, isn't it you who covet other people's property and ask for trouble?"

At this moment, they were walking on that dangerous stone path, with bottomless crypts on both sides, and a creepy wind constantly blowing up from below.The air was filled with the smell of decay and evil.

There was also some kind of strange sound in the wind.

The sound is like the scream of life being tortured and tortured, and it is like the evil mocking those who dare to challenge it.Any timid person will either be driven mad by this terrible environment, or be left with eternal nightmares.

In fact, if it weren't for the tingling feeling that someone was always watching in the dark, the assassin might have left the Redguards and fled long ago.

But fate is so confusing, and since he took over the task from the Silver Blood Daughter, he has been closely entangled with Turka Arakano.

Seemingly hearing the quarrel between the two, Israel made a few inaudible voices weakly.

"At least... I mean, if you can, can't you hold the torch for me?" The one-eyed assassin started to complain boldly. I really don't know where he got the courage.

Maybe I was too tolerant?Turk thought.

"You can put him down." Turka's 'friendly' reminder, "Believe it, your god may reward you."

Nargis heard his taunt, the one-eyed assassin grunted, and the voice of complaint echoed in the empty crypt——

In many historical texts, scholars who study this period and the mages of the Imperial University of Austria agree that the strange and twisted "friendship" between the two seems to have been formed from that time.

It is said that Turka Arakanor, who was praised as the Lord of the Holy Radiance in the later generations, the King of the Triple Crown and the Supreme Ismir, when he caused turmoil and chaos in Tamriel, always Accompanying him is this Mr. Assassin who is called "Shadow" by later generations.

Therefore, scholars who have been researching whether Turka Arakano really became a god in the end will always look for the traces, words and deeds of this assassin as soon as possible when encountering related mysteries, hoping to find more close to the historical truth.

Of course, perhaps they are even more strange, what is it that made the powerful demigod known only as Turka Arakano at that time befriend a lowly assassin-in fact, about Turka Whether the card is really a god, there are as many opponents as supporters.But one thing we have to admit is that in any case, Turka Arakano is an extremely powerful dragonborn, although there are as many debates about his being a dragonborn as whether he is a god or not—Excerpt from "Success God's Opportunity

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It seemed to be afraid of Turka's power, and it seemed to be waiting for him to come to the door automatically. When Turka and the assassin walked down the long stone path and came to the depths of the crypt, they were not attacked again.

"This is it!" The assassin was extremely surprised. He looked at the scene in front of him in fear, and the hand holding the torch could not help but tremble.

This is a huge place similar to a square, surrounded by towering stone walls, with layers of rooms on it, black stone doors and windows, and the huge pipes that are unique to Dwemer ruins extending from the bottom To the hole where they came down.

"Yes Yes Yes……"

The voice of the one-eyed assassin constantly echoed in the empty underground cave, and anyone who heard it could not help but feel deeply creepy.

In the center of the square, there is a circular altar, which is carved out of some kind of black marble, with a five-foot-high platform protruding from it, on which is a long, pointed horn. , fangs turned out, eyes glowing red statues.

Twelve towering stone pillars surround the altar, and each stone pillar hangs a 'sacrifice' who has suffered horrible and terrifying torture.The blood flowed down from their bodies, turned into dirty and evil streams, and flowed into the mouth of the god statue on the central platform of the altar.

This makes the idol look so gloomy and terrifying, full of unspeakable evil.

Nargis just glanced at it lightly, and his whole body trembled in shock. "The altar of the Lord of Slavery!" The assassin's lips and face were as pale as a dead man.

Israeln tried his best to open his eyes, but was horrified to find that his companions, the ascetic monk Duran Cypher, the magic swordsman Xi Lang, and the huntress Solini Urad were all killed by long swords and rusty swords. Iron nails were nailed to three of the stone pillars, and life and death were unknown.

"No." The Redguard let out a mournful cry, tears flowed from his eyes, and he struggled and fell from Nargis' arms.Regret and grief gnawed at him like a poisonous snake, almost making him unable to breathe.

Looking at the mournful appearance of the Redguards, a shameless person like Nargis couldn't help but feel sad. He suppressed his fear and went to help Israeln.

As if aware of his companion's arrival, the magic swordsman opened his lifeless eyes, and weakly uttered the word "run" from his throat.

Ah, the poor Breton man was pierced through his abdomen by his own sword, and his hands were nailed to one of the stone pillars by iron chains and nails. Blood continued to flow from his chest and wounds, along the altar, like Flowing like life into the mouth of the idol.

The ascetic monk and the huntress seemed to be aware of something too. Their weakening hearts suddenly beat a few times, but they couldn't raise their heads.

Turka's expression became very dignified. He stared silently at the magical red eyes of the statue, his majestic and huge body leaned forward slightly, and his vigilance and vigilance were raised to the maximum.

"You! Mortal! Here you come."

The eyes of the evil statue in the altar glowed red, and an evil voice sounded in the hearts of Nargis, Islan and Turka.It laughed proudly and roared angrily. The terrifying power made the mountains and caves tremble, and it seemed like a god/demon was angry.

"I can smell the power of the father in your body {Here, the Lord of Mo Slave actually revealed to us a certain essence of Turka Arakano! But unfortunately, we never thought of it at that time-" Opportunity to Become God" Duran Cypher}! You are us! You thief!"

"Aha! Look, fear! Yes, you have fear too! Yes, I can smell it! Fear, fall, death! Yes! Life is like a fragile bud, a lie! Only in offering The ultimate beauty can only be bloomed in the ceremony of giving to the gods! Reality is achieved!"

"Kill them! Crush them! Then you will be spared!"

"Come on! Come on! Mortals! Join us! Let the cries of the dead resound through the mortal world and heaven, this is the meaning of your place in the arena!"

It is said that the assassin Nargis was gripped by fear at that moment. The evil here was beyond his imagination. He kept calling the name of the Web Weaver, and his legs trembled in fear.

Turka always felt that he actually believed in the wrong god, he should believe in Nocturnal.After all, isn't it the nature of a thief to lie and choose wisely?I just don't know if Lady of the Night would like to have such a cunning and cowardly Nord among her followers.

"Us?" The evil on the statue was so amazing that Turka couldn't help but feel a little frightened, but he still countered proudly, "No, I have never been anything to anyone! Even if the other party God! Or, who are you?"

He cunningly tried to get more truth out of the devil's mouth.

But the existence behind the statue sensed his disdain, and this evil force became furious, roaring non-stop, detonating a soul storm in the hearts of Turka and the assassin.

"Join! Or die!" The demon god bewitched and threatened.

The assassin's face became deathly pale, his originally vigorous and flexible body became weak and bent, his lips trembled, and he fell to the ground without saying a word.

Turka Arakano's expression also became serious, because this was not a tear of the body but a tear of the soul.

The demon god casts the dice of light and darkness, good and evil, surrender and resistance to everyone. Mortals and believers must pass the laws set by the gods/devils before they can regain their freedom.

They must face the torture of the soul, and then prove themselves.

At least the existence behind the statue thinks so.

"I... no... what is this?"

Turka was surprised to see that a familiar place suddenly appeared in a star-lit land.

It is the valley.

The familiar and pleasant scene of the elves' home made him almost unable to help relaxing. At that time, he seemed to see waterfalls and springs tinkling, herbs and flowers swaying with the wind, fallen leaves flying and returning to dust, and sunlight shining on the white On the windowsill, the scent of beech and flowers is sobering.

A few short but nimble and mischievous little people ran back and forth between the mountains and valleys, splashing the water of waterfalls and streams to wet their clothes;
He seemed to see that in Los Lorien: under the huge Mallon tree, Lady Gold and Celeborn were looking at him meaningfully; Princess Evening Star, with a beautiful and gentle smile, threw herself into his arms in surprise.

"I am back?"

Turka muttered to himself.But then he saw that everything was suddenly destroyed, and the princess in his arms disappeared into the void screaming—

He saw that the homeland of the elves was engulfed in flames; loved ones perished.

He saw the Lonely Mountain and Edoras in ruins, and the people displaced;

Seeing Minas Tirith and Anuminas, which were called miracles by the sages of all races, were engulfed in flames and plagues, and the head and body of the beloved were separated, and they died with regret;
He saw the Holy Land of the West fall, the gods fall, elves and men were annihilated;

He saw that all good things were finally destroyed, and the evil laughed freely, hunting and killing all ethnic groups that refused to submit.Screams and cries haunted his mind like ghosts;

He saw that the stars were dimmed, and Yarien and Tyrion fell from the sky like two huge balls of light, and the earth fell into eternal darkness.

Then fear grew within him, and grief drove him mad.He screamed and ran, crossing mountains and plains, jumping over forests and ocean currents, trying to escape from the terrifying doomsday scene.

But no matter how he ran, he couldn't find the happy and smiling faces of the past, as if hope was dead;

And no matter how much he tried to stop it, the earth still split under his feet, the ocean dried up, the mountains crumbled, and death and decay became the main theme under the dark sky.

In the end, all he could capture was an illusory vision that vanished in an instant.

In the end, he shed tears and fell to his knees in despair, letting the pain and grief tear his heart apart.

At this time, a voice roared in his mind, "Join us!" A majestic figure appeared where he should not have appeared.

He bewitched Turka, luring him into darkness.

"Thus you will be saved!"

Turka raised his head with tears in his eyes, looked at the broken sky, and remained silent.

"Or stupid and burn it all to ashes!"

Seemingly aware of the inner struggle of the alien dragonborn and the gradual recovery of reason, the black shadow turned into a gust of wind and rushed towards him in anger.

In this world, the majestic and majestic body of the dragon descendant from another world, like a god, could not help but bend slightly under the pressure of the unparalleled divine power of the statue, and the originally clear and bright golden vertical pupils also showed confusion and pain.

But the demon god obviously underestimated Turka Arakano's inner fortitude, and he shouldn't be too confident to challenge the soul blessed by the creation god of another plane.

Because at that time he swore that he would not allow the gods/devils to add the so-called fate to him, nor would he allow anyone/gods/devils to defile the beauty in the deepest part of his heart!
So, after the initial shock and bewilderment, a unparalleled rage was fueled by his soul, the secret fire deep inside him.

"how dare you!"

Turka Arakano's stalwart body like a god was shocked in vain, and the originally hazy golden vertical pupils suddenly opened wide.

(End of this chapter)