Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

With such a powerful spell, even Turka was surprised and struggled.Mainly, he could sense that something must have happened to the surface—something very bad.Because Molag Bal's soul fragments are becoming more and more active.

For a moment, countless evil ravings, sweet lies, unconscious cruel thoughts, light and darkness, justice and evil, order and chaos, echoed in his mind like tarsal maggots, corroding his heart, his will, his soul.

Turka groaned in pain, he seemed to see a desolate and lonely world unfolding before his eyes!There, the sky is boundless blood red, and there is nothing on the earth except rocks and deserts.

A towering temple stands in that cold world. It is made of bones and carrion. On the walls are the painful faces of humans, elves, orcs, giants, Argonians, and tigers. They cry out and beg , like a terrible Ukiyo-e.

Inside the temple, the terrifying blood flowed like a river in the eerie corridors of the temple, and countless tortured souls uttered sharp screams, which echoed in the wide and eerie hall, like a dirge from hell.

An icy throne stands high in the depths of the temple.

A terrifying demon that could not be described in all blasphemous words was entrenched on it, and she showed Turka a crazy and terrifying smile.

Turka took a step back nervously.He looked around in horror and confusion, not knowing whether this was real or just an illusion.

Yin Slan and the others were horrified to see that an ominous darkness suddenly appeared on the stalwart body of Turka Alakano, who was like a holy god of light, and spread rapidly, and the originally holy and vast brilliance also became Dim up.

"what happened……"

Everyone watched in horror as the lightning ball exuding a destructive aura suddenly became unstable and violent.

Dulan's face changed drastically, "Come here." He yelled.His voice trembled, his expression terrified.

The companions didn't understand what he meant, but out of trust in this pious monk, everyone rushed towards Duran almost reflexively.And the ascetic monk didn't explain, and started chanting a powerful spell directly.

With the fall of the last character, a golden enchantment surrounded them.

In the next moment, Turka, who was like a god of light, roared in pain, and the originally dazzling but frightening ball of lightning shrank suddenly, then rose, and countless silver snakes spewed out like a flood. out.

The destructive white light slammed into Yin Slane and the others, and the flames and lightning bolts burst out continuously, beautiful and terrifying.

Duran struggled to support the spell, but couldn't stop stepping back step by step.

The others were petrified by the horrific scene.Obviously, the demigod's magic was out of control, and the cause of all this was most likely the ominous darkness that suddenly appeared on him.

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A familiar face appeared in front of Don Dith, "You are still here!" The innkeeper's face, which is always full of businessmen's calculations and cunning, showed a look of horror and anxiety, and he rushed away angrily. The door of the guest room where the old farmer and his wife were staying said loudly, "They have broken the gate, and the city is full of their people!"

Don Dith and his wife looked at each other.Hearing the door being knocked open, there were clearer screams, thumping, and the bang of falling furniture. The old farmer pushed his terrified wife away and grabbed the innkeeper's arm. "Where are the guards? The city gate!" What about the guards? Why would they allow these damned guys to break through the city gates? Aren’t the guards of the City Lord’s Mansion always stationed at the city gates?”

"I don't know! It happened so suddenly that someone said that the city gate was opened!" cried Clebb, almost more excited than the old farmer, "Do you understand? It was opened! In the city Enemy spies—although we all know this is almost inevitable—but..."

The innkeeper shook his head in pain.

At this time, the old farmer's wife rushed forward screaming, her skinny fingers grabbed Clappo's thick arm, and her nails almost pierced his skin, "Rogatus

My son—what's wrong with my son! "

Clapper looked at the old woman with pity, and could not bear to tell her the sad obituary.He thought for a while and replied, "I don't know. Someone saw the city gate and someone resisted, maybe—"

But Don Dith, who had been a soldier, knew that his son's chance of surviving was so weak that the innkeeper's consoling answer could only comfort a woman like his wife who had never experienced war.But seeing his wife's panic and fear, the old farmer couldn't help but patted his wife on the back and hugged her tightly - he nodded gratefully to the innkeeper.

Clapper sighed silently and said nothing more.

More people were screaming, the corridor on the second floor was being stepped on, the door was slammed open, and the stairs groaned in pain. It seemed that the entire hotel was running out crazily.

A man rushed over.

"Boss, they knocked down the door." One of the goons of the Silver Blood Inn, Orava the Nord, grumbled. "People are running for their lives. They didn't give the rest of the money."

"Damn idiots, why are you thinking about money now? Our lives are going to die." Crabbe said angrily, "Where are my wife and son? I asked you to help put the packed things on the carriage. Are you ready?"

Orava shrugged, "Boss, the carriage was taken away during the chaos, Boi even had a knife fight with them - but there are too many of them - so, I'm sorry, maybe you need Another carriage."

Crabbe was dumbfounded, unable to recover from the bad news from his high-paid thugs for a long time.Until a terrible scream came from the direction of the front door.

Four Forsworn broke through the defenses of Markarth's guards and broke into the bustling inn on the edge of the square and business district.The guests of the Silver Blood Inn cleverly opened the heavy bronze gate, trying to escape for their lives, but ended up being killed by these vicious barbarians.

"Come on, you slaves of the empire!" shouted one of them, holding a long sword in one hand and a short dagger in the other. , the iron-like muscles were steaming hot in the night of the bitterly cold sky: "The day to settle the blood debt has come."

A businessman covered his neck with his hands, trying to block the warm liquid gurgling from his throat, but finally fell powerlessly to the ground.

A lady from Cyrodiil tried to escape, but a Forsworn with a heavy ax grinned and chopped off her head from behind with a single axe.The woman's husband screamed and wanted to rush to his wife, but was stabbed by No. 3 Forsworn with a sword.He stretched out his hands, wanting to touch his wife's headless body for the last time, but finally closed his eyes powerlessly.

A familiar scream woke up the stunned hotel owner and the Savius ​​couple.

Crabbe's expression changed drastically, and he rushed out without even thinking about it.

It was only then that Tang Disi noticed that this burly Nord man had an iron sword pinned to his waist.Looking at the standard, it is also specially prepared for the Imperial Guard.

That was Clappin's only son, Young Jon.I don't know how he escaped from his mother's hands and ran to the main gate.As a result, seeing this terrible scene, little Jorn, who was only eleven or twelve years old, immediately screamed in fear.

The Forsworn with the long sword in his left hand and the short dagger in his right also showed a ferocious smile when he saw Little Jorn standing there.He strode forward, slashing the long sword in his hand, intending to cut off the child's head.But he ignored the innkeeper who rushed over like a brown bear.

bang.

The berserk Cleber knocked the first opponent away, bumped into the enemy who killed the woman's husband with a long sword, and the two rolled into a ball in embarrassment.

The enemy with the heavy ax let out a growl, and rushed up fiercely. When the heavy ax swung round, it slammed down on Crabbe.

The slash was fast and accurate, and the unstable Cleber had nowhere to hide, and he was about to die here.Suddenly, a chair slammed into the enemy's face with the sound of wind, and the enemy screamed and retreated again and again.

Clapper couldn't help shrinking his head, because the chair almost flew past his scalp.However, he didn't have time to look back to see
Whoever saved him hurriedly picked up the frightened child, turned around and ran towards the hotel lobby.

"Boss," Orava grumbled, "be careful!"

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a Forsworn with a mace leap past his fellow who had been hit in the face, catch up to him, and swing the mace menacingly toward the back of his head.

Orava roared, raised a log table, and charged at the No.4 enemy.With a bang, the log table was smashed, and the big Nord man flew backwards at a faster speed than when he came, and crashed into the chairs piled up on another table, causing the old farmer's wife to scream .

Dandis Savius, who had witnessed all this, grimly let go of his wife.

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Rogatus' arms were heavy from too many swings; his feet staggered, barely keeping pace with his forward rush; the blade was stretched from too many thrusts—and parries— roll, tremor.His left arm was slashed by an enemy who used a heavy ax—although the blow was blocked by a shield, his arm bone was still painfully cracked—at this moment, he was hanging powerlessly on the side of his body.His vision was as scarlet as a beast, his breathing was heavy and rapid, and his chain mail hung loosely on his shoulders in tatters, as if another blow would bring him down with him.But he still roared like a beast, driven by violent rage, he swung his sword and slashed until the last enemy was chopped into a pool of rotten flesh.

Finally, he stopped.At this moment, there was no one standing in front of his eyes.No enemies, no teammates.But he had no mind to think about other things at all, he staggered forward, dragged his heavy steps, and walked step by step in the hell of blood and fire.

He didn't even know what he was doing.

He just reflexively moved forward, forward, and forward.

A panicked voice sounded suddenly, awakening him from the chaos and rage. He opened his scarlet eyes, stared at the pretty figure that came out of the shadows, and whimpered like a beast.

The visitor stopped hesitantly, "Little Ross, it's me, your Aletti." A graceful figure stood in a corner a few steps away from him, crying softly and in panic, "Are you okay? It's so good, I thought..."

Just in time, the blood-red Secunda was covered by a dark cloud, and the silver Marcel jumped out again. The faint moonlight fell on the silver-blooded girl, making her look like a white lotus flower, beautiful and weak.She covered her mouth, stretched out a white jade arm with tears in her eyes, and looked at Rojatus pleadingly.

Finally, Rogatus Savius, who was in a frenzy, suddenly woke up. He threw away the imperial-made iron sword that had been broken in two in surprise, and tremblingly embraced Aliti Silverblood.

"Why are you here! The city gate has been breached, and the streets are full of danger..."

Rojatus could not utter the words of reproach, because the Silver-Blooded Daughter kissed him.Her trembling and weak appearance broke Rojatus' heart, and he responded fiercely to her.The two kissed passionately, as if the hellish scenes around them did not exist.

After a long time, Rojatus fell from the violent fighting and passion. He nervously looked at the Silver-Blooded Daughter and asked if she was injured.Aletti shook her head weakly, she leaned against the young farmer's son's chest full of disgusting blood and sweat, and said, "I was praying to the Holy Spirit that you would be safe, but the servant told me Me, they broke the gates, people were being slaughtered—I was worried about you, so I ran out of the house—”

Rojatus hugged the woman in his arms tightly, and he prayed gratefully to all the known gods, thanking them for allowing her to escape the merciless killing and come to his side.

"Then you should be with your family." Logatus said, "I mean, Silverblood is a powerful nobleman, and you must have ways to protect yourself."

"But I want to be with you more." Aliti raised her head, with heartbreaking love on her delicate face, "Because I love you, don't you know? Without you, I can no longer live go down."

The farmer's son was very excited. He hugged his beloved woman tightly and swore that he would never let anyone hurt her.But Rojatus did not find out that the silver-blooded daughter
Behind the sweet love lies a deadly poison.

Aliti begged Rojatus to go with her to the residence of the Silverblood family. Her father, the mighty Harald Silverblood, should have a way to protect them from harm.

But Rojatus hesitated.Because he thought of his parents who were still in the hotel.

"Please allow me to refuse." He looked at the woman he loved with despair, took the silver-blooded daughter's hand, and kissed her, "My parents are still with Uncle Clapper, I have to go back and save them -"

"Don't be stupid." Aliti hugged him and sobbed, "My love, look around! Now, no one can save us! Even the gods have abandoned us - Dibella's temple is at war Destroyed before it erupted - all we could do was run, run as fast as we could, escape from this hellish situation..."

"But……"

"Trust me, my love." Ality bewitched the young Rojatus, she caressed her sweetheart's cheek and begged him to leave, "I love them too. But even if we can get there, leave us Is there anything left but death and despair?"

Rojatus didn't want to believe it, but everything around him realistically told him that what the Silver-Blooded Daughter said was basically correct.His own parents are likely to have already died at the hands of the Forsworn.

Thinking of his elderly parents falling helplessly on the cold floor, Rojatus shook his head violently.

No, it can't be like this.

I haven't apologized yet.

The young farmer's son wept silently in despair.