Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 251 Stories Told by Turka: Dance of Swords and Demons
When Israel woke up again, he thought he had a long nightmare.But regarding the dream, he didn't want to recall it.His head hurts - although it has been cured - but he reflexively rubs his face.

In the dream, his face was shattered.

Then he saw the familiar bright white soft light, and Israeln breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're awake." A deep voice said.

Israeln turned his head to look, and found that it was Duran—the Nords looked extremely amazing.First of all, his thick golden hair is gone, his shiny forehead and no eyebrows make people laugh; secondly, the Nord is wearing a cloak that is too big for him at this time, and the wide sleeves are covered Dragging it to the ground, the huge hood seemed to be hanging limply on his back, making him look like a downcast traveler—Islan checked several times before finally recognizing that the cloak was originally The owner is none other than Turka Arakano.

"So," he said, "we are saved?"

While saying this, Israeln's eyes naturally looked at the huge figure sitting at the other end.

Having lost her cloak, Turka Arakano finally revealed the light blue robe hand-stitched by the most skilled Firstborn Masters, on which two strange mithril and gold threads were extravagantly embroidered. Two-color big tree, with three gemstones dotted on the top of the tree, its gorgeousness is almost the only one Islaen and the others have seen in their life!On the forehead is a crown embellished with broken diamonds and rubies, and the long, smooth black hair is bound behind the ears, reaching to the broad and vigorous waist; the majestic golden vertical pupils are shining brightly under the refraction of the magic light.

What is disturbing is that this awe-inspiring demigod of unknown origin is frowning at this moment, as if something embarrassing is bothering him, even the Redguard just nodded and turned his head away when he regained consciousness Continue to meditate.

In front of him was a huge black sword, with an ominous red glow in the blackness of the huge sword, and the toothed blade easily broke through the hard ground, standing straight in Turka Alaka In front of Nuo.It was the cursed broadsword in the hands of the former king of Xiwei Lai!
"Saved?" The ascetic friar was funny—forgive Israel for being the first to think of this word, he was really not used to the unfamiliar appearance of his companion—nodding, "If you mean: your broken head Healed, the half-elf's arm was reattached, and I..." he sighed, "...the wounds are all right, so yes, we're saved."

There was a chuckle from the side.

The two turned their heads at the same time.It turned out to be the huntress. "Excuse me," she said, "but I'm not quite used to your look." Solenie Yorad winked at Duran.

Duran touched his shiny forehead, showing a sad look.

This made Israel's heavy heart happy, and the first smile appeared on his rigid face in many days. "The new image is good," he said. "You remind me of the Archbishop."

The ascetic's expression became even more embarrassed.

"Still glad to see you awake," she said to Islahn.

"Maybe you need some water." The half-elf also came over, holding a bronze urn engraved with some kind of pattern in his hand, which contained more than half of the urn of crystal clear water.

It couldn't have been more timely.Israeln took it, gulped it down, and didn't stop until his thirsty and hoarse throat was relieved.

"I thought we had run out of water," Islahn said with a breath.

"—He, I mean, Lord Turka absorbed a little bit with magic." The Breton man habitually shrugged his shoulders, but then he slumped his right shoulder strangely, making his current appearance Ridiculous.

But this time Israel was not in a relaxed mood. He knew the reasons for the strange actions of his companions, and he couldn't help grinning.

Healing can only heal physical wounds, and spells cannot do anything about spiritual damage.Israeln confirmed this again.

The Red Guard put down the bronze vessel with half a jug of water left, and sat up.

Now they were in another Dwemer hall, surrounded by empty stone walls and straw floors, on a stone table with two chairs {one of which was being used by Turka} There are various abandoned water bottles and bowls, and there are two small boxes in the corner that should be used to store personal items-the lock of the box has been opened, and the things that may exist in it have long been taken away by someone or unknown. Discard——The soft light of magic light illuminates the surrounding space, preventing darkness from filling it.

Everything seemed to be back to the beginning, as if the scene not long ago had already happened in the last century.

Israeln was in a daze.But then, he knew it was all true.The Redguard heaved a sigh of relief, walked up to Turka, and said, "Assassin...I mean, that Mr. One-Eyed is gone."

The demigod finally looked at him.

"He wandered between light and darkness, but he couldn't escape from this shackle." Turka said calmly, "But wasn't it expected? He swung his sharp blade at evil, but lost his way in the light. This is His fate, and his choice. None of us can help him."

Israel was silent for a while, then nodded, "Indeed."

Then they stopped talking about the subject.

"The second altar—" the Redguard broke the calm.

"Molag Bal's conspiracy has not succeeded." Turka's eyes moved from the magic sword to him again. The previous fierce battle against Buddha did not happen again, and the power of light and hope still circulated on him. "He knew I'd stay in the way of those fallen, poor creatures, and he tried to use a spellcaster to summon a wraith against me—something I wasn't expecting, but in the end I wiped out the wraith monster!"

It was the first time for the others to hear this, and they looked at each other as if they saw a terrible monster that troubled even the disciples of Stendhal, who were determined to destroy all corrupted creatures: it did not come from the kingdom of the living, but Okai is the dark side, mortal spells can hardly harm it; its appearance represents the coming of death, it is the enemy of all living beings, and it is the obituary of death!In Nairn, no one but the priests of Okai wanted to see them.

Turka Arakano's speech dispelled their inner fear, his voice was gentle and charming, and the power of light appeared in him, "After this battle, I know that our earlier plan may have waves! So I left that fallen family and went to find you. I walked through the lair full of strange insects, followed your footprints, and came to the huge bronze door. I pushed the door open and found the injured Lady Solini, She told me about your experience..."

Having said that, he looked at the female Nord and nodded with a smile.

Solenie Yorad's face turned red instantly.But fortunately, everyone was immersed in Turka's story, and no one noticed the embarrassment of the huntress.

Under the soft magic light, Turka continued to talk, "I admire your courage, and you persisted well until my arrival! The enemy is a lord of Cold Harbor, who is almost paranoid about fighting. But it can carry out the task of the father of vampires very well - Molag Bal tried to exile me, the spellcaster who summoned the wraith and the king of Xiwei Lai planted a magic trap on his idol... "

"A banishment!" interrupted the huntress, who had witnessed his battle with the king of the Silvilai.

"But if Molag Bal planned all this," the Breton man asked, "how can he be sure? I mean, we were the ones who rushed to the altar..."

Turka, who was interrupted one after another, was not angry, but looked at the red-haired half-elf with a smile, "So the enemy summoned the No. 2 contracted creature. A lord of oblivion."

Xi Lang was speechless for a moment.

"That's a formidable opponent." Israeln rubbed his face again, agreeing.

Duran showed an expression of approval, but his healthy and strong body trembled involuntarily, as if he had fallen into a flaming hell, the tearing pain broke out again.His eyes fell on the magic sword in front of Turka.

This got the attention of others.Everyone, including the huntress, looked at the cursed sword forged in the plane of annihilation.

"This is a magic weapon." Turka understood their worries, and he pulled out this terrifying weapon with one hand, but the huge two-handed epee seemed to be just a light meat knife in his hand.He casually placed it horizontally in front of others, letting them see this terrifying weapon.I saw a row of sharp and vicious fangs near the tip of the sword and the tsuba. Anyone who tried to fight this weapon would have to bear the tearing of these terrible blades.On the dark sword body, magic runes appeared faintly accompanied by a faint red light. "It is enchanted with great power. I am sorry to say this, but I think some of you have experienced its horrors."

Duran and Xi Lang trembled uneasily. They always felt that when Turka Arakano said this, those majestic golden vertical pupils had been staring at them.

In fact, Turka just looked at them with pity, hoping that they were not overwhelmed by the fear and prejudice in their hearts.After all, the Nords and Bretons have suffered a lot from this sword.Ah yes, the second altar has been destroyed by him, and the plot of the father of vampires has not succeeded.And this giant sword of the demon race is his trophy.

"But this sword is cursed." Solini Yorad made a disgusted expression, and said worriedly: "Using it may bring bad luck!"

"Don't be stupid." Turka scolded, his originally soft eyes became serious, as if the king was angry, "It's just a sword, it's no different from the ones you use. Swords can kill, so is it evil? Cold iron?" Then, the expression on his face softened again, "Of course, there are indeed items that twist people's hearts in this world, but this sword is not the only one! So, don't worry about it, my friend. "

Soline Jurad blushed again.Israel and the others couldn't even tell whether she was ashamed or embarrassed after being scolded.

The Breton man refrained from showing the same expression on his face, and said with a self-deprecating, "This weapon might add to our cause, who knows?" and bowed to the demigod. , as an apology for my companion.

Thus, the topic was dismissed.

"The enemy's spellcaster summoned the Lord of Annihilation, the purpose is to prevent you from destroying the conspiracy of the father of vampires." Turka nodded to the half-elf and continued, "But as Molag Bal told me I know very well, but don't I understand how vicious and despicable he is? Molag Bal's conspiracy finally failed, and his minions were banished back to his evil and terrifying world. The father of vampires could only roar impotently in the void, while We will keep going."

Turka caressed the broadsword in his hand, and inserted it into the ground again.

With the disappearance of the red light, the worried and restless eyes in the air temporarily lurked again.

After being silent for a while, Israel asked, "But that caster..."

"That's what I'm worried about." Turka stood up, and his sturdy body like a god cast a huge shadow on the Red Guards and the others, making everyone feel a little bit of hope from the depths of their souls. disturbed.He said: "I did not find the sinister and corrupt sorcerer nearby, and he seems to have escaped. But we must go on, because I have a hunch that the matter has reached the most critical moment, and we must be in Molag Bal. Stop him before his vicious plot succeeds!"

***
Markas in the night looked gloomy and terrifying.Dark clouds covered the twin moons in the sky, and a huge shadow was like a curtain, covering the city on the edge of Skyrim Province.

The war has been going on for a week.Countless people died, the laughter and laughter in the past have long since disappeared, and people are shrouded in the shadow of fear and death.Today, the first thing the citizens of Macarth and those fleeing refugees wake up every day is to pray, celebrating that the city is still holding on, and their lives are still alive.

On the first day of the war, the Forsworn temporarily broke through the gates of Markarth under the powerful Heart of Thorns and the magic of the Raven Hag. The poor, the lowly, the noble, all cannot escape death.Bodies filled the square in front of the market.

Afterwards, the guards of the city lord who came drove them out.But the fear caused by the enemy has been planted.The people of Macarth dare not imagine what their future will be like if the city is really captured by those brutal savages.

Even if they advertise, they are the real masters of the frontier fortress!The empire only used despicable plots to plunder and occupy their homeland when they were weak.

In addition, due to the large number of fleeing people, the original sufficient supplies of Markarth City began to run short. Orsinium, Solitary City in Skyrim, Windhelm City, and Snowman's commercial trade—Marcus traded its rich gold and silver for food, building materials, clothing and other living materials in other provinces.These commercial routes supported the prosperity of the Frontier Territory.

However, due to the well-known war that took place in the south, flames of war broke out everywhere in Tamriel, and normal commercial trade has long been cut off.Moreover, now Markas City is even more surrounded by these primitive tribes, not to mention food, not even a bird can fly out, and the whole city has begun to fall into a terrible situation of lack of food and clothing.

Now the people have started to quarrel for a piece of bread, and when they are excited, they beat their heads and bleed.Guards have more than once thrown rioters into jail.

But soon, even the Sidana Mine could no longer hold so many prisoners—

So, the gentlemen of Shixia Fortress began to order the guards to treat these people more harshly.Every time the citizens and fleeing people of Macarth saw the corpses of your neighbors or even your family members lying in a pool of blood, a terrible atmosphere began to permeate Macarth.

Many people think that, perhaps without the attack of those terrible wildlings outside the city, Markarth will eventually fall into a desperate hell under the rioting people.After all, if one day, there is no more bread, the hungry people can eat people...

Harald Silverblood has become very irritable recently, and no less than two servants have been beaten to death by the furious Silverblood patriarch because of some minor mistakes, and their bodies were thrown into some filthy and smelly sewer.

He paced back and forth in the study uneasily, his cunning and cold eyes were filled with ominous bloodshot eyes.The furious Zhongyin blood patriarch wished for someone to stand in front of him so that he could vent his depression and anxiety.

He swore that this time he would not let the guards execute them lightly, but tear them apart himself!

Harald stopped in front of the desk, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.

A few days ago, there was a violent vibration from the ground, and the entire city of Markas swayed like a castle on a sandbank, and it might collapse at any time.

Though it turned out to be an insignificant earthquake—must be an idiot to believe that, Harald thought.

No one knows the role of the Lord of Oblivion and the Silver Patriarch in recent events and the plot behind them.But Harald knew that it must not be that simple.

And at that time, the connection with the master was severed.

This made the silver-blooded patriarch extremely uneasy.

Afterwards, Harald secretly went to the abandoned hut, but to Harald's bewilderment, the passage leading to the underground altar had already collapsed.Harald couldn't figure out what was going on at all.

"Damn!"

Haral Silverblood's bloodshot eyes glowed ferociously.The lack of rationality completely collapsed, and the silver-blood patriarch punched the desk heavily, and the loud sound echoed in the quiet silver-blood villa.But no one dared to come in and disturb the patriarch who had fallen into madness.

The plan has clearly reached a critical moment.

Harald Yinxue gasped heavily, his collapsed sanity gradually recovering, he cast a disgusted glance at the desk that had turned into a pile of expensive rubbish, walked to a window, frowned, bitterly Thinking hard, which link made an unforgivable mistake.

The plan must be implemented.

Looking at the chaos in the city, the follower of Molag Bal, the Lord of Enslavement and Domination, Soul Harvester, Father of Vampires, King of Violence, and Demon God Molag Bal, murmured: "All for Annihilation! All for Molag Bal !"

"well said."

A hoarse and weird voice sounded.

Harald Silverblood was taken aback and turned around quickly.

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