Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 248 The Second Altar Trap
Solini Yurad sat up weakly, tightly clutching the hilt of the sword in her hand, and stared into the eerie darkness.From the other side of the bronze gate came the shrill hissing of the strange insects, followed by an explosion.The heavy door shook in the explosion, and dust fell down.Then all was silent again.

She suddenly had a feeling that something was approaching, but she couldn't be sure that it was approaching.

In the darkness, her heart was beating like a drum.

Suddenly, the heavy bronze door squeaked, as if something was pushing the door, the steel door shaft was twisted by a huge force, the door weighing thousands of kilograms was pushed open, and a huge figure appeared in front of her.In the darkness, Turka Arakano's golden eyes pierced the lightless Dwemer ruins, shining like stars.

Suolini's body went limp, only feeling that all the strength in her body was draining rapidly.

But fate kept the female Nord from death, at least not when her true fate befell her.

Turka was also very surprised to meet Solenie Jurad in this lonely and dangerous place. He noticed that the huntress was injured, so he lit a magic light and looked after her carefully.

"Have Islahn and the others gone to the altar of Molag Bal?" he asked.

Under his care, the haze in poor Solini Yorad was dispelled, courage and hope returned to her body and mind, and she became healthy and full of vitality.

"Indeed," Solene replied, "we bravely entered the lair of Molag Bal's minions, only to be ambushed by a dreadful foe. Desperation and fear took hold of us. But the Assassin's tools saved us." We..." Pointing to the door that was forcefully pushed open by the demigod, she exclaimed, "He opened the door to the altar of Molag Bal, but left me here, weak."

"Your courage has been proven." Turka comforted her. "The pioneer stepped into the abyss without hesitation, but left life to you. Isn't there a difference between the two?"

Solenie Jurad fell into a soundless silence upon hearing this.After a long time, she said: "I have been selected twice by the decision called hope {she refers to the fact that Islaen chose to be the last one, leaving greater vitality to her and others}, but I Has it become a pawn of fate? Is there any real hope for our future?"

Turka looked at her and said reassuringly: "There is always hope. That's all I can say." Then he added: "Well, let's move on, young child of Skyrim, because more responsibilities are yet to come." The burden rests on our shoulders."

"What is your duty?" the Nord woman asked him.

Turka refused to speak again.His eyes were full of heartbreaking sadness and longing, but it wasn't hers.This sorrow made his huge, sacred body look stooped and humbled.At that moment, she knew that she would never have his love, not even the faintest hope.

It is said that at that time, a ray of resentment against the Holy Spirit Mara surged in her heart {Mara (Mara) is the legendary god of love and marriage, and is the source of human sympathy and understanding.In Skyrim, the Nords consider Mara to be the handmaiden of the Holy Spirit Ginalaces, while in the hearts of the Imperials she is the Mother Goddess, who is considered to be the conscious successor of Neil, the mother of the universe. }, because fate made her fall in love with someone who should not have appeared in Nairn, but cruelly made their hearts never belong to each other—we all know that Turka Arakano’s heart will always belong to the first Fenna Silier, the most enviable of her children, belongs to the land blessed by starlight, even if she crosses endless crystal walls, she has not changed.

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What was exposed in front of the Red Guards was a huge hall.The dwemer-style carvings and niches here are almost all rejected and rejected by the followers of the slave lord.In its place is a monstrously sinister horror build.The space in the hall is extremely huge. Nargis is neither an engineer nor a miner. He can't imagine what kind of force (there are at least 200 feet of soil and rock beds above it) that can support the roof.The stone pillars arranged along the sides of the rectangular chamber seem more decorative than practical.Scenes of unimaginable horror are carved on the stone pillars and walls.The silent, screaming faces of men, women, children, and beasts leered at Nargis, their expressions frozen in a moment of pain.Only craftsmen who have entered the abyss can carve such a painful face.

At the end of the room stood a high altar, several yards on each side, about twenty feet above the ground.On the high altar was placed a sacrificial altar, the surface of which was also carved with tormented faces.The torches placed in the monster-shaped iron candlesticks on the wall kept flickering, illuminating the entire secret room.Blood-like wax dripped on the altar along the candle body, and the gold candlestick was twisted into the shape of a dying woman.

The statue of Molag Bal stands on the altar, with a pair of evil ruby ​​​​eyes shining with a devouring light.Two long curved horns protruded from the devil's skull, smiling ferociously at everyone.

"This is a reflection of hell!" said Nargis. "My lord, have I stepped into the abyss of oblivion?"

It took a long time for the ascetic to endure the anger at the assassin's repeated blasphemy.He looked around the chamber, but found no more guards.

"This is not normal." He said to his companion, "There is only one possibility that the dragon's lair is empty, and that is that the master has already set a trap!"

But the Brightonian shook his head and said: "The detection shows that there is indeed no one here."

They looked at the Redguard.

Israeln thought for a long time, and strong uneasiness filled his heart.But did they have other choices at that time?He meditated on the holy name of the Lord of Justice, Mercy, and Mercy, and invoked the protection of his God."This is the end of the matter, we have no way out," he said.

A ray of doubt flashed in Nargis's one-eyed eyes, and the idea of ​​betrayal crazily grew and spread in the assassin's heart.It was only his fear of Turka Arakano that prevented him from stabbing a dagger in the back of his companions—this was not difficult for him!Although the attitude of the vigilantes towards the assassins is not good, but their trust in them has been gradually built up in the battle of life and death - Nargis thinks this is really stupid, don't they think they are Really a nice guy?They actually left their backs to Nargis.But I don't know that if the assassin is willing, he can take their lives away at any time?

Struggling with difficulty in light and darkness, Nargis followed the righteous man and walked into this evil altar.

They walked past the stone pillars carved with reliefs of men and women with various faces of pain and fear, and the only sound of their footsteps was in the huge altar.

"It's really strange." The Breton people had experienced the horror of the first altar, but apart from the horrible atmosphere and the surrounding hideous statues, this altar seemed to lack something.

They walked up to the steps of the altar, and the statue was close at hand.The evil eyes carved out of rubies by the father of vampires stared at them closely. In a trance, Israel seemed to hear a burst of crazy laughter.

"Molag Bal is not here!" Xi Lang gritted his teeth.Finally, the Brightonian remembered what was missing.Compared with the terrifying coercion of the demon god in the first altar, there is nothing here.

"What?" Nargis whispered.

No one answered him, a tall figure turned out from behind the stone pillar closest to the altar, the armor on his body seemed to be made of iron (iron as black as midnight), covering every inch of his tall body.Rows of sharp knives protruded from the forearm armor, and the blades shone in the jumping flames, like folded wings and sharp claws of ferocious steel beasts.Two twisted and broken horns protruded from its demon's head, growing towards the back of the head.Yellow evil eyes glowed faintly in the dark.

"Devil!"

the ascetic yelled.

"I smell the weak!"

The demon grinned fiercely, and fiercely slashed at Stendhal's believers with a huge broadsword in his hand. "You foolishly trespassed into my Lord's domain, sons of light! Now, you will pay for your stupidity!"

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