Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 241 Memories by the Campfire Unknown Way Ahead

The huntress clearly remembered that after parting from Islaen in front of the long stone road, she and her companions walked in the dark, letting pain and sorrow fill their hearts.

Till they saw the wicked altar;

Ah yes.Corpses, perhaps ten, no, or more innocent corpses, disembowelled, disemboweled, and hearted corpses hung from twelve stone pillars and discarded on the cold ground, filthy blood bubbling like streams to the statue in the center of the altar.

All the corpses ooze black liquid from the eyes, nostrils and mouths, and the air is filled with the stench and sweet smell of decay, which is creepy.

As if the moment had been long awaited, when the Huntress and her companions fell into the subterranean cave, the evil and terrifying will of Molag Bal descended.He dragged the three believers of Stendhal who dared to break into his altar into the darkness, and with killing, hatred, jealousy, anger against the light, and cruel thoughts of enslaving everything, he killed Solini in their hearts. A battle between good and evil unfolded in the depths.

Regarding that battle, she no longer wanted to recall it, but it was obvious that Solini Yorad and her companions had failed.

Solini even felt that the blood in her body was still flowing out, her internal organs were pierced by deadly blades, and the sound of ticking, ticking, sneered and wailed in her head like death like a gangrene. .She sat up, leaning against the cold stone wall, panting heavily.

Molag Bal.The huntress chewed on the name bitterly and horrified.The pain and the fear of death made her shiver uncomfortably.

"Have a nightmare?"

Islahn's honest voice rang in his ears - this really surprised the huntress.In her memory, even when the Redguards were drunk, their voices were not so peaceful.Well, although she didn't even see him drunk, that didn't stop Solenie Yorad from thinking so wildly.

The redguard's big warm hand fell on the huntress' forehead, murmured a few spells in a low voice, and a soft light flowed into her heart, dispelling the restlessness and panic in her heart, "Sleep, we will take care of it next. Vigil."

The aftereffects of the great war were also displayed on the Redguards, but what was amazing was that, in addition to being weak, the Redguards' eyes that were always too cold and stern had added a trace of peace.The blessed amulet was hung around his neck again, emitting a soft glow in the dark tunnel.This is a sign of divine grace.The ascetic monk once had one, but it was destroyed when he fought against the dragonborn to become a demigod.

Solini got into the blanket tiredly, and lay down on the muddy floor of the dark cave. The tiredness and the power of magic made her eyelids feel extremely heavy.But the fear that haunted the Huntress did not go away. Her heart, her soul, would forever be haunted by what happened tonight.

Through the faint light of the bonfire, the huntress saw that the ascetic monks, like them, also looked trembling and listless, leaning against the stone wall with their eyes closed, without saying a word.The orange fire light shone on his pale face, stretching out the shadow like a corpse.

Not far away, the Breton's feeble Rodent grunted and turned restlessly.Apparently, the companions who always behaved unreasonably on weekdays were actually tormented by the nightmare of panic and fear, and the luck of the rest of their lives could not make them happy.

This reminded her of the horrific scene where she and her companions were hung on stone pillars like livestock waiting to be slaughtered, almost draining their blood, while the demon god laughed wildly triumphantly, harvesting his spoils.

"We..." Solenie Yurad shuddered, weakness and fear occupied her heart and body.Not even a warm blanket could dispel the shivering.She mumbled indistinct words.Ah, poor female Nords, even though their wounds have been healed under the magic of Turka Arakano, the horror of being almost mummified twice in a row still leaves a deep impression in their hearts. Indelibly wounded.

Even Stendhal couldn't heal this wound easily.

"Shh." Islahn's gentle words were like the whisper of a sleepy god, hollowing out the hunter's mind, "We are safe."

In a daze, Suolini fell into entanglement with sleep dreams and memories.

"We've wasted two days." Israel's voice was indistinct like the wind from the sky, "Are you sure we're on the right track?"

Over the campfire, the Redguard were talking to a giant, the mighty demigod who nearly killed them, but saved them too!Look, even though he was just sitting on a rock, he did not conceal his majestic and majestic figure at all. His eyes were like the brightest stars in the sky of Nirn, vast, majestic, and radiant!His long hair is as dark as the night, just like his deep and wise thinking!The full forehead wears a crown made by the most skilled craftsman among the Firstborn, embellished with white diamonds and rubies, even in the darkest magic cave, it is difficult to hide its beautiful brilliance!A black cloak covered the exquisite robe, and the occasionally exposed cuffs and hem shone with silver and gold light. Its gorgeousness was not inferior to that of the royal family of Summerset Island and the crown of the emperor of the empire!

His voice is gentle, but he has his own decisions!
Whenever he speaks, convincing words flow into people's hearts like a mountain spring in a stone stream, and people can't help but listen and listen; but if he gets angry, his thunderous roar will make the cowardly and evil people feel angry Fear, liver and gallbladder split.He sat there, sitting in the darkness, but like a great ancient king sitting on his throne of light, watching everything in the world with insight.

He is Turka Arakano, a dragonborn from another world!Defeat the men of Molag Bal, father of vampires, lord of slavery and domination!
The most devout ascetics have prayed secretly to God more than once, asking whether the person in front of them is a legendary demigod.Unfortunately, the Lord of Mercy apparently did not respond to him.Or, this great Holy Spirit is also in shock?

The huntress was thinking in a daze, thinking about many things that she would never think about in normal times.The anxiety in her heart was miraculously soothed, and she calmed down briefly.

"The direction is not wrong, it's just that sometimes we have to take a little detour."

Turka withdrew his spiritual consciousness from the void, and stared at the Redguard with majestic golden pupils.At this time, they were in an abandoned room, the faint bonfire roasted the dark face of the Redguard even redder, surrounded by the unique style of stone tables and chairs of the Dwemer, dilapidated furniture and decayed furniture. Books, silk. "The aftermath of the battle collapsed many hidden passages in the dark. We can only go around the ruins in the east to reach the place we want to go."

Although the battle with Lord Daedra ended with the tacit cooperation between the Lord of Justice, Mercy and Mercy and Turka Arakano, the Jedi counterattacked and repulsed the demon god who tried to get involved in Nain again, but the sequelae were not without .

Just as Molag Bal 'saw' a movement from another world in Turka's mind, Turka, who was entangled and wrestling with Molag Bal's will and soul, also 'see' Some 'secrets' that belong to this world, to the Lord of Slavery and Domination!
Molag Bal is the Lord of Torment, Lord of Slavery and Domination, and the Reaper of Souls, with a wicked, dark heart full of violence and cruelty.This is his essence.It is also His authority.This cruel daemon seeks to enslave all.Keen to torment all lost souls, his plane of oblivion, Cold Harbor, is filled with countless seduced, corrupted, and hostile souls.These souls are tortured and tortured day after day, year after year, pain and wailing are the only sounds here.

But Molag Bal really underestimated the alien soul who was blessed by another crystal wall's creation god.

Spiritual confrontation is extremely dangerous, much more dangerous than the mortals of Nirn think!

Although the alien soul is still very young, the secret fire in his body is extremely powerful. It burns like fire and will never go out.It is the light of life, the fragment of Turka's soul condensed after traveling through the endless sea of ​​stars, and it is also the anchor point of the two worlds.

Molag Bal greedily wanted to devour it, trying to use it as the origin of transcending Orbis, but ignored the great power it contained.

The souls of the two collided in the void and devoured each other.Make the void vibrate.

However, Molag Bal didn't know that when he was devouring Turka Arakano, part of his own power was also absorbed by Turka Arakano.It is said that when the Lord of Enslavement began to notice something was wrong, they had been entangled too deeply and for too long, so that neither side could easily get rid of the other.

And so, at some point, they struck up some kind of magical connection.

At that moment, Molag Bal learned the reality of the existence of another plane, and he went further on the road of breaking away from the Orbis crystal wall and achieving true eternity;
As a result, Turka Arakano learned a lot of knowledge that did not belong to him, a lot of knowledge about the origin of the world!That is more real and understandable knowledge than what he witnessed in the void when the two great forces of Anu and Padomei collided with each other and finally created the world.At the same time, Turka was troubled by the whispers of Molag Bal's vicious, brutal, hatred and hatred for life, his love for torture and unending perverted thirst - countless tortured souls in his head. Howling in the middle; the memory about Cold Harbor, the secrets of the gods, and information about Nirn's various legendary timelines poured into Turka's mind, and he almost couldn't spit it out.

But he did not submit, but fought it bravely, and finally by some magical thom, drove the evil spirit of Molag Bal out of Nirn, and out of his mind, never to return!
When Turk, who defeated Molag Bal, returned to reality from the spiritual world, he found that the trouble was far from over.

First of all, the innocent people on the other pillars who were caught by the vampires and sacrificed to Molag Bal died-life is the most often consumed thing in the fight against evil.This is true both in Arda and in Nirn.

Secondly, the battle caused a huge shock, and the stone road connecting the underground altar and the hole above was destroyed in the shock, and they and Turka were all trapped in the bottomless underground.

and.

"Hey, your believers are about to die, won't you save them?"

Yes, the Redguard and his companions survived.We don't know what made the three huntresses persist in that situation, but it is obvious that if there is no Turka's involvement in the end, they and the Red Guards still cannot escape the fate of death .Moreover, after death, the soul is also very likely to be dragged to Cold Harbor by the Lord of Enslavement and Domination, Molag Bal, and tortured.

Of course, it's also possible that they were eventually redeemed by Stendhal, returning to his sacred realm?
At that time, seeing the four people who were on the verge of death, Turka, who had just cast his third dragon roar in Nairn, covered his forehead, panting slightly and complained to the void, "Don't pretend to be dead, I know you are!"

No one knew what Turka meant when he said that.

Even Nargis only dared to mutter a few words in his heart.None of them mentioned much that Turka Arakano had said that night.After all, it was too exciting for them.

The huge cave that fell into darkness again was silent, as if saying, idiot, idiot!
Turka sighed.He thought he owed these four followers of Stendhal a favor.If it weren't for the amulet of the Redguards, he would not be able to defeat Molag Bal in the spiritual world.

And the consequences of failure...

"Well, that's exactly how you do things! May the light shine on your ass... I mean face!"

In any case, Turka couldn't just sit back and watch them die like this, after all, they had fought side by side.So Turka endured a strong headache, trying to snatch what he wanted from Molag Bal's soul fragment.

Finally, he found it.

"Let me see how to use this spell... Well, is it like this? No, maybe it's like this... Sorry, this is the first time I cast this spell, if there are any bad consequences, please bear it!"

Following Turka's jaw-dropping blasphemy, Turka, for the first time in his life, performed magic that could be called a miracle.

When the holy light of healing shines on Molag Bal's evil underground altar, even Nargis has to admit that he has caused a big trouble!An eternal curse!

"Damn silver-blooded daughter, look what you made me do! Curse you! Damn bitch, may the spider devil eat your heart! Rip your flesh! May your soul be in the domain of the web spinner tormented forever! My eyes!"

The one-eyed assassin cursed and shed tears.Then the eyes that were stung by the "Light of Purification/Purification" dragon's roar regained their light.

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"I don't doubt your Excellency, but all of this is a nightmare for me and for us. But..." By the campfire, the conversation was still going on, and Israeln looked at his companions and sighed, "May the Lord Mercy, when we finally see the dawn, evil remains forever in the dark."

Certain forbidden spells that can raise the dead do exist in Nirn, but most are considered heretical by all mages.Because, many times, the effect of these spells is just to get you a living corpse, not to bring people back to life.

But Turka's spell was different. He really revived the three corpses that were almost drained of blood, and also restored the Red Guards who had overdrawn their lives from a dying state to health.

This is nothing short of miraculous!

Islaan is also a believer of a god, but spells of this level are rare even in legends.

However, Turka, who cast the first restoration magic in his life, was immersed in the majestic knowledge of Molag Bal's soul fragment, and did not explain too much to them.

Fortunately, the Assassins found some food and supplies in another cavern that the vampires had prepared for their human servants.Vampires feed them, just like humans feed livestock, and when needed, eat them.

In fact, except for some stupid wolves and bats, when Turka and the others rushed into the altar, most of the believers summoned here by Molag Bal were not burned to ashes by Turka's brilliant dragon flame , was killed by the Red Guards.The rest either fled in embarrassment after their master was driven out of Nirn, or hid in the darkest caves deep in the Dwemer ruins, not daring to show their faces again.Perhaps, much later, evil will re-occupy this place, which is almost a certainty.But at the moment, there is really not much they can do.

Armed with the necessary supplies, Islan and the others left the evil altar.

Following Turka's instructions, they walked through many dark corridors and caves, and came to another strange underground area.

None of that sickening rust-sweetness here - it's the smell of blood.But the weirdness here is not weaker than the first area.First of all, it is more desolate here, and the traces of corruption are thicker.There was another stench in the air.All kinds of overturned boxes and niches can be seen in the tunnels and tall rooms. Weapons and armor, torches and lanterns, iron picks and other tools made by the dwarves were turned out by some creatures and discarded on the ground.

Occasionally, you can still see a few distorted monster bones with dwarfism-like hunchbacks, abandoned Dwarven spiders, and spherical machines, with dry and disgusting blood in the corners and pipes.

Obviously, this is another abandoned Dwemer ruin.

Islan, the assassins, and the others were very curious as to why Turka knew so much about this huge underground ruins. Obviously, like all of them, he saw this Dwemer ruins for the first time. .

Islan stared closely at Turka's golden eyes full of awe-inspiring majesty, then lowered his head, "I remember you said that you were just passing by here."

"When Nargis comes back, maybe it will be clear." Perhaps aware of their doubts, Turka finally explained, "Now, you might as well take a rest, magic can only restore you to a certain amount of energy, but The pain and fear won't go away."

Hearing Turka speak, even the Brightonians who pretended to be asleep couldn't help pricking up their ears, "As for why I know the way, well, sometimes we don't want to say certain things, I think it's Our rights. As a matter of fact," Turka shrugged, "you can read it as magic! Well, that's all I have to say."

Turka smiled, stretched out his slender, huge right hand, a red magical aura emerged in his palm, and the complicated spell lines outlined an amazingly exquisite magic circle.

"Now, go to sleep." said the demigod, "We still have a long way to go."

The red magical aura shattered into countless light spots, and a sleepiness deeper than night enveloped everyone.Israeln yawned and collapsed on the blanket that belonged to him.

(End of this chapter)