Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 268 Another group of people in the dark
In the depths of the dank and cold stone fortress, there is an unusual passage starting from an arch. In the middle of the top of the arch, there is a stone statue leaning forward and smiling.There are winding smooth paths on both sides of the stone statue connecting to the platform below. Under the platform, a turbulent underground river gurgles, sinking into the darkness in the distance.

Beyond the arch was an ordinary tunnel with bare walls, which quickly narrowed and dropped sharply into rough tunnels hewn out of the cold, damp rock.After passing through these rough tunnels, the space suddenly becomes larger. The soaring ceiling can hardly be seen to the side. There are a large number of rocks and upside-down statues that are obviously excavated by man on the ground. It looks so eerie in the space.

If explorers continue to go deeper, they will find abandoned furniture left by the predecessors, strange alcove cages, and huge metal pipes in the increasingly dark passages and halls.You'll even find a few pale skeletons still hanging from those sharp-ended, ancient, yellowed metal javelins in a few deadly nailboard traps, or in some corners if you're alert enough Grinning skeletons tangled in cobwebs, and the skeletons of even larger, snakelike creatures; the surviving victims hung silently, staring blankly at those who came after them.

The female assassin crawled between two rocks. The shadow of the rock prevented the high-spirited magician from being illuminated by the magic light. The rushing underground river covered the breathing and heartbeat of the assassin. She was like a piece of ice-cold stone that had existed here since ancient times. Stone, lying motionless on the ground, stared coldly and calmly at the not-too-distant target through the gap between the rock peaks.

She could tell one of them was a member of the Markarth City Patrol by his uniform and standard armor.The guard was a strong fellow, at least six and a half feet tall, with such broad shoulders a Dunmer assassin had never seen.Next to him, there was a big guy in full body armor, his battle robe was embroidered with a coat of arms composed of horns and hammers, and a huge long sword was worn on his back.

The Night Mother above.

Gabriela sighed quietly.Apparently, while she was reporting to her employer, Target Two rescued the head guard.This completely bankrupted her conspiracy to throw the pot of killing Target No. [-] to the chief guard.

No, maybe not.

The female assassin carefully hid her thin body in the shadows, her fiery jewel-like eyes flickered with ice-cold fluctuations.

The head of the guard was half a foot taller than the guard, and there was a trace of tiredness and resentment in his pair of brown eyes.He was arguing with a third person, and the sound was heard farther into the cave.

"We can't run away at a time like this! This is the enemy's conspiracy, the death of the old master, riots in the city, assassins..."

"The enemy is much more cunning and dangerous than we imagined. I suspect—no, I'm sure! We've been caught in a storm since the assassination of the Chief Prophet."

Arguing with the chief guard—no, although the chief guard's voice sounded more irritable and furious, the slow words of Altmo from Summerset Island seemed to have some kind of calming magic power, no matter how much the chief guard shouted Shouting, that is, unwavering, "A turmoil and conspiracy that may spread to all of Tamriel."

The mage wore a dark green cloak.He was leaning on a wooden staff, his face was hidden by a wide hood, and Gabriela couldn't see his face clearly.But neither the Dunmer Assassin nor the three surrounding him could ignore the Archmage.

"Then we have to—" The chief guard thought of the strange maid, the old earl and the innocent guards lying in a pool of blood, and more importantly, he thought of the shame of being thrown into prison. Furious.

"What we can do now is to go to Solitude, ask High King Isrod for help, and send troops to retake Markarth." The mage interrupted him.He said to the fourth person, that is, the target No. [-]—Lord Igmund, "As for the others, please forgive me for speaking bluntly, my lord, there is nothing we can do."

The poor young lord is still shocked by the great change, his eyes are straightened, he is at a loss, and he is in a panic.He was wearing a ridiculous nightcap, a big cloak in a mess, and bare feet. His disgusting feet were hairy and exposed to the cold and damp air, and the muddy dirt leaked from his toes. The pale face was full of fear and uneasiness before the collapse.

"Yes, yes, we must go to the safe Solitary City. The High King has the largest army in the entire sky. He will definitely take back the border fortress for me and hang all those damned traitors!" The young man panicked. A smile played on the Dunmer Assassin's mouth.

The chief guard glared at the lord, completely forgetting that he should be cautious and not overstepping the rules as a subject, "But there are still so many innocent people in the city, we can't just abandon them like this!"

Igmund was stunned, instinctively feeling that his authority was being challenged, but he didn't know how to deal with the refutation from his subordinates for a while due to the great change, and he looked at the chief guard with a cloudy expression.

Among the four, the member of Markas's patrol team was almost negligible. He looked at the lord anxiously, then at the enraged chief guard, and wisely chose to keep his mouth shut.

The speech of the court mage timely prevented the conflict between the two sides, "We are not abandoning them, but choosing a more sensible path."

They looked at him.

The high-spirited mage's face, hidden under a broad hood, was calm and unforgiving.Of course, they always have. "The enemy has invaded the fortress under the stone, and it is completely impossible to resist. Our only way out is to go through the underground ruins of Dwemer and escape to the other side of the Zhudaki Mountains. As for the rest, we have nothing to do." He said the second time Say so.

"There is still silver blood in the city—" the member of the patrol said timidly, breaking the silence.

"In Markarth, silver and blood flow." The high elf nodded, his tone seemed so subtle, "This saying is widely spread even in Summerset!" He stared at the other two with a deep meaning He said calmly: "Maybe the two adults think that at this time, it is a better choice to seek refuge with Lord Harald?"

Igmund is not a good lord, but he is not stupid enough to be a complete idiot. He immediately heard the sarcasm from the mouth of the court mage - it is not the first day that the Andor family is afraid of silver blood. Most people believe that if It wasn't that Silver Blood's influence in the frontier fortress was too great. The owner of Shixia Fortress had already uprooted this huge family that could threaten the Andor family—"You mean..."

"I didn't say anything." The high elf mage shook his head immediately, with a subtle and disturbing expression, "My lord, everything is allowed and nothing is allowed!"

"What do you mean?"

"It means: We are all the pawns of the gods in the huge arena of Nirn, and our fate is beyond our control!"

The strange and rambling speech of the court mage made everyone uneasy, and the chief guard snorted coldly, "Pretending to be a ghost, this is the skill of your wizards! My lord—" He still wanted to persuade the young lord, but at that time Igmund I don't want to hear it anymore.

"I've made up my mind!" Target No. [-] said indifferently: "None of us can be sure whether Silver Blood is still resisting! Since father—" he took a deep breath, "—is dead! I am Maca Lord of Si! The true and only master!"

The chief guard's face turned pale, and he could hear the anger in the mouth of the young lord.

He knew that the lord did not fully trust his innocence.

He thought of the maid.

Igmund stared closely at the head of the guard who was rescued by the mage against all odds, and said: "I will come back! The Supreme King will seek justice for us! He must do this! The Lord Council will urge him to do so !Then--"

"All guilty must pay for this!"

The chief guard lowered his head so that no one could see his expression.

The guy on the patrol hastily lowered his head, expressing his submission.

The court mage leaned on his staff reservedly, and nodded respectfully to the young lord.

But the Dunmer Assassin saw through her cursed blood-red eyes the hooded smile on the court mage's mouth.

interesting.

Gabriela quietly left from the shadow under the two rocks, with a smile on her lips.

(End of this chapter)