Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 244 Agreement to Counter the Cycle of Contradictions

1E2920, Rainy Hand, 3th

Annihilation, Cold Harbor

Sotha Sil walked through waist-deep black water, advancing as fast as she could through the darkened halls of the palace.Beside him disgusting gelatinous creatures terrified and sprinted into the reeds; white flames kept rising, illuminating the vaults of the upper hall, and vanishing; The breath of death, followed by the smell of sweet perfume after a while.He has visited the demon gods in the plane of annihilation several times, and each time, something different is waiting.

He knows his purpose and is not disturbed by all this.

Eight famous demon gods waited for him in the half-melted vaulted chamber.

Azura, God of Twilight;

Boethia, god of trickery;

Hermaeus Mora, Lord of Knowledge;

Hircine, god of the hunt;

Malacath, god of the curse;
Merunes Dagon, god of disasters;
Molag Bal, God of Rage;

Sheogorath, God of Madness.

At their assembly, the sky casts distorted shadows.

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now.

"Take the stone path in the middle."

Turka's voice came from behind - three stone paths spread from the Redguards in front of them, sinking into the endless darkness.And three sentry towers are guarding each of them condescendingly.

Islam and the others ran almost out of conditioned reflex.

The stone roads are not wide, each one is only about half a meter long, and there are no guardrails around them.Israel and the others staggered and ran on it, praying that their feet would not slip suddenly.But thankfully, they heard the sound of running water.Obviously, there should be an underground river at the foot.If they fall, maybe, maybe, they have a chance of surviving.

Well, this doesn't comfort Israel and the others.

Following Turka's warning, there was no change in the dark cave, but anxiety and fear still weighed on their heads like a mountain.

Everyone was running fast, except for the sound of their heavy footsteps, the sound of their boots rubbing against the ground, and the slight sound of running water, they couldn't hear any sound.

But Turka could feel that his spell was failing—no, it should be said that there was another force trying to wake up Famer who was trapped in a magical illusion.It was Molag Bal.

The father of vampires is both angry and terrified - he is terrified by Turka Arakano's "Purification Dragon Roar", which is a stalwart force that crosses the plane, even he was burned by this force, his soul Torn apart; angry, Turka sabotaged his plans one after another—yes, just as Turka could feel the pulse of the Lord of Enslavement, Molag Bal also sensed the plans of the alien dragonborn.

"Wake up." His will entered the mind of a believer through the barrier made by the Creator Spirit in Nirn, "You stupid idiots! The enemy is planning an attack!"

The soul let out a shrill howl and curled up into a ball.He did not understand why this evil deity came suddenly.

Molag Bal lashes the souls of poor worshipers with wanton.

The soul whipped by him wailed: "Respected master, what is the enemy?"

"No questions!" Molag Bal angrily tore apart the soul piece by piece, and then glued it back together again.

The soul let out a horrible scream, and the few rationalities were completely annihilated in this terrible torture.

And when the torment of the Annihilation Maharaja stopped, this soul became a gray mist exuding disgusting luster and breath. "Take up your arms, the enemy is trying to attack the altar." Molag Bal's horrified voice rang through the minds of the wretched creatures he had enslaved, rousing them from the spell of the Dragonborn. "You must guard the idol, If you fail, your souls will be tortured forever in Cold Harbor!"

Then the Demon God said cunningly again, "But I will watch you, your weapons, your claws will tear them apart, but they can't hurt you!"

In the darkness, hundreds of fallen creatures broke free from Turka's spell and awoke from deep dreams.

They make excited and frightening calls.

Maharaja Annihilation said angrily to the soul tortured by him: "There is a cunning and evil guy among the enemies. He and the believers of the false gods are trying to overthrow my rule. You must stop him!"

"Dear master, what should I do?" Soul asked mechanically.

"As I said, only I can ask questions!" Molag Bal yelled, shaking the creature's sea of ​​consciousness with terrifying force.He observed carefully, and was satisfied to see that this soul had been completely turned into a monster under His torment.Evil, dull, irrational.

"He is not a thing of this world! According to the agreement of those false gods, creatures that do not belong to Mundus will be exiled! {After the Yidra created Nirn, they had made an agreement in the Adamantine Tower, and the gods could Killed—Lockhan and Two Moons are the best examples of this. And for those fickle Daedrics, the rules of the agreement cannot be applied to them, so they can only be exiled.} So, fool, You just need to exile him!"

Ah yes.After the previous defeat, Molag Bal was also keenly aware of Turka Arakano's weakness.In essence, the alien dragonborn is very similar to the Daedra in oblivion. He is a 'non-self', a change, and a creation that does not belong to Nirn. Compared with others, a banishment can almost cause more deadly consequences.

Soul flickers.It seems to say, I get it.

So Molag Bal left.

This time, he became more cautious.While His hatred of Turka grew, He was also terrified of the secrets and powers of Turka Arakano.Molag Bal sensed and observed through the soul he had destroyed, trying to understand the secrets of Turka Arakano more deeply.

In the darkness, a hunched figure suddenly climbed up from the low stone bed.

Unlike other Varmers, this Varmer wears a robe full of magical lines and an obsidian amulet around his neck.The body is thin, the limbs are slender and pale, and he is weaker than the ordinary Famer.He grabbed a deadwood staff by the bed and let out some sort of shrill howl.

Hearing this sound, more Varmers in the cave were awakened.

They howled loudly and sharply.

"What's that sound?" Half-elf Xi Lang asked tremblingly.He is no coward, but the evil here is terrifying.In the darkness, the entire cave was shaking.It was as if some evil was waking up.

Duran's face was pale, "I feel it." He looked at Israeln.In the dark crypt, the Stendhal amulet on the Redguard's neck emitted a gleaming white light.

"Molag Bal is here!"

"Be careful." The demigod who was at the end of this adventurous team plagued by fear and anxiety suddenly snapped.

Nargis only heard a gust of wind whistling, and a steel spear ten centimeters thick—as a crossbow bolt, the size is really amazing—snapped at a place not far from his feet.

And the other two Dwemer crossbow arrows cut through the air, scraped the Redguards' scalps, and flew into the darkness.

Nargis felt that the blood in his body was frozen, and he didn't know whether to continue running forward or stop.The three sentry towers shrouded their heads like phantoms, exuding a deadly aura.

"Don't stop! Run forward!" Turka's voice came from behind. "Unless you want to be pierced by steel spears!"

This gave Israel great courage.

Everyone continued to run hard.

The guards on the sentry tower clearly sensed the enemy's movement, and they uttered some strange language.This language has some similar pronunciations with Nirn's Elvish language, but due to the millennium of depravity and isolation from the world, there are many differences.Turka could barely make out even a part - thanks to the knowledge in Molag Bal's soul shard.

The guards twisted the Dwemer machine crossbow on the sentry tower, trying to recalibrate.

"Lingua luminaris!"

Turka's golden vertical pupils gradually lit up, and he once again embraced Nirn's ubiquitous earth bone power. With a powerful spell, the aura of magic bloomed in his stalwart body, and a bright white lightning suddenly came from His palm issued.

The lightning hit the guard of the first sentry tower, and then rushed to the second sentry tower as if alive, and then the third watchtower.The guard above fell trembling all over, with black smoke emitting from his body.The air was filled with the smell of sulfur.

Israel and the others looked at him in surprise.

"They're not dead." Turka glanced at it—he was already careful, the guard was just knocked down, and shouldn't have died—"I mean, it should!" He said irresponsibly.

at the same time--

No.

The voice that had been warning him echoed in his ears like ravings—but no matter how much he asked, the voice didn't respond any more.As if it were just Turka's hallucination.

Cooperating with the laughter and screams that always echoed in his mind like a devil, an ominous trace of blood gradually emerged from the depths of Turka's golden eyes.

"Eru varya!" {Quenya, as a blessing! }
Turka found that previous thinking was a bit too simplistic.

While the soul fragment of the demon god brought him pain, it also gave him unimaginable power.In Middle Earth, he had no better way to deal with enemies so far away—he remembered when he was fighting Smaug.If it weren't for the help of the gods of the west, he might not have made old Smaug the eternal vow.

Now, a spell has solved for him what he couldn't do before.

But isn't all this priceless?
The more he hugs the Earthbone, the stronger his bond with Nirn becomes, and the less likely he wants CHIM. The essence of 'not-self' is reminding him that only by working hard to get rid of the shackles of the world can it be possible to finally leave this world.

Simple reason, isn't it?

But at the same time, he must have a certain degree of integration with Nirn, otherwise he will not be accepted by the rules of the world.

Is it ironic?

Solini let out a scream and tried to reach him to help him.But was shocked by Turka's majestic and even violent eyes, "Don't be stupid, you can't help me." He sternly shouted.Then he staggered slightly, but ran forward firmly.

The huntress froze in place, struck down by the demigod's violent eyes and repulsive attitude.Until her companion took her hand and continued to run forward.

They passed the stone road and came to another three-way intersection.Compared with the previous stone corridors, the corridors here are lower.Turka almost had to hang his head to avoid hitting those ceilings.

Turka covered his forehead and panted slightly, "Take the leftmost corridor, which leads directly to the altar of the Lord of Slavery. You must destroy his idol before all the evil creatures captured by Molag Bal wake up."

"Aren't you with us?" Nargis asked immediately.

"If you want to successfully complete this plan, someone must stop the enemy here." Turka looked at the others seriously, his shadow stretched long under the light group of magic light, almost covering the area when they came. way, until they are plunged into a darkness they cannot see through. "Molag Bal can sense my presence, but for some reason, he can only exercise his will through his evil minions! So, only if I attract his full attention here, can you successfully enter His wicked altar."

This is beyond the expectations of others.

But when you think about it seriously, it makes sense.

Vaguely, they seemed to hear the sound of rustling footsteps coming from the depths of the cave, and the enemy was attacking.Islahn made a decisive decision, "Be careful." He said, the Red Guards looked at Turka with firm eyes, "May the light still shine on you in the darkest and evil place!" Then he took the lead towards the road to Morag The passage from the altar of Baal.

The half-elf Xi Lang paused, bowed respectfully to the half-god, and followed.

The ascetic monk prayed in a low voice, nodded, and followed closely.

The huntress wanted to say something, but was dragged into the darkness by the assassin.

Watching the light gradually disappear, and hearing their footsteps gradually go away, Turka's bright golden eyes flickered a few times in the darkness, and turned his head to look at the way he came, and the other two corridors.

He is like a god, awe-inspiring and guarding in front of the third corridor.

In the pitch-black, fingerless Dwemer ruins, there was no sound except Turka Arakano's slow but powerful heartbeat.In the darkness, something seemed to be moving.

Turka knew that the enemy was planning the first wave of attacks.

These fallen snow elves were supposed to be killers in the dark.They are light on their feet and have a keen sense of hearing.Faint sounds can be heard coming from the caverns far away.And they are familiar with the terrain and know where is the best place to ambush.

But because of Molag Bal's coercion and enslavement, they abandoned the most powerful side of their race and became furious and frantic.Opt for the stupid head-on against Turka.

They jumped out, ran out, staggered out of the stone corridors like a tide, pushing one after another, one on top of the other, throwing stones and shooting arrows at Turka - God knows why blind creatures To be able to shoot arrows, it’s really because the game doesn’t talk about science—Turka suddenly complained about a certain RPG game inappropriately.

This inevitably made Turka feel a little bit of laughter.Memories from long ago came to mind.

But soon, this untimely memory disappeared into nothingness.Turka quickly embraced the great flame, letting the vast power of creation flow through his body.

"ventus fierce!"

A vigorous and powerful voice sounded like thunder.Turka Arakano first summoned a strong wind, blowing away the stones and arrows all over the sky, and then quickly pressed the ground with his left hand.

"Nova Frost!"

Accompanied by at least a master-level spell of destruction, the terrifying coldness instantly condensed the ground, and spread to the darkness farther away with incomparable speed.

Turka stood up and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction—a huge cave filled with ice sculptures of various shapes.The air that had been sweltering and frozen became chilly visibly to the naked eye.

　National Day update.

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(End of this chapter)