Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 287 Turka said: Dragon roar = divine magic!

An atmosphere of danger and uneasiness circulated in the small space. Quaranil and Narion gestured calmly, staring at the human in front of them without saying a word, thinking about the various possibilities that might follow.

But Dondis just looked at them with a calm look.

Quaranil stared into the old farmer's eyes and said in a stern tone: "You have been monitoring us since we entered the city! But you don't seem to be the new city lord's men, so who are you?"

"Answering questions is not the purpose of my visit," said Dondis. "I am just conveying the master's words."

Quaranil's eyes lit up, like two gems in the light of the candlestick: "Your master?"

"You will know if you just follow me."

"So, this is an invitation?"

"Yes."

The old farmer's answer was so sincere that Quaranil was silent. He stared at the old farmer's face, which was full of traces of life, trying to find some clues from it. "You didn't deny that you have been monitoring us?"

Tang Disi thought about how to answer so as not to bring down the reputation of the master. Because this wizard was smart and difficult to deal with.

"I don't have the answer to that question," he said, "and I don't want to speculate on the possibilities, but haven't elves and humans, even Argonians and Khajiit, always been pawns on the stage of Nirn?"

Quaranil couldn't help but want to applaud the old farmer! Just because he rationally and clearly expressed the powerlessness and insignificance of mortals in front of the gods, "Just like you serve your master?" he said.

The old farmer knew that the wizard was trying to provoke him. "You are clever, elf," he said, "but cleverness is not the same as wisdom! You should be careful with your words!"

"Is this a threat?" The high elf frowned. Secretly, the dark elf Narion held a scroll in his backhand. He believed that as long as there was something wrong with the guy in front of him, the spell sealed in the scroll could freeze this mysterious guy in place at any time.

Hashrashu was almost about to vomit. He didn't understand why things suddenly turned out like this. He just wanted to... Suddenly, a thunderbolt struck Hashrashu. He widened his eyes and pointed at the old farmer and said in a lost voice: "You are that person!"

"what?"

The silence was broken, and Quaranil asked quickly. But Hashrashu's face was pale, and his fingers raised in the air were trembling with excitement.

The old farmer looked at the frightened child in surprise and asked, "Do you know me?"

"The legend is true!"

Hashrashu's expression became very strange, with fear, ecstasy, and even some complex emotions that Quaranir and the others could not understand. Suddenly, the elves remembered something, and they also widened their eyes and looked at Dondis Savius ​​in disbelief.

Turka's heart moved, and he took out the soul stone that sealed the ancient red dragon. In his majestic golden eyes, a trace of bright starlight appeared. He began to speak to Dandis Savius, just like Molag Bal whispering in his mind.

——Tell him!

Tang Disi shuddered, because in his senses, a light suddenly appeared before his eyes. This light was vast and blazing, like the sun, almost melting him, so the old farmer screamed in fear.

This made the situation develop beyond everyone's expectations. The scream was like a signal, overwhelming the red line of everyone's rationality. The first to act was Narion. The scroll in the dark elf's hand was activated, and the aura of the spell hit Dondis Savius ​​almost instantly. At the same time, another spell was also being constructed;
On the other side, Quaranil, who had been tense all the time, instantly activated a barrier and directly connected to the earth's bones. He stared at the old farmer nervously, and a dangerous and powerful spell could burst out from his fingertips at any time!
At the same time, Dondis screamed and shouted a familiar dragon roar.

"Gaan Lah!"

At this moment, Tang Disi knew clearly that it was his God who was exercising His authority through his mouth! Although the old farmer fell down like a stone after that, the terrible power still swept through the hut in an instant.

The elven wizards' legs went weak and they fell to the ground. Their armor and defensive spells disappeared one after another, and their endurance also faded away like a tide.

So they screamed like Dondis.

Ah, a wizard without magic power is no stronger than a woman! But reality is not a game, a person without stamina can't even move!

The second floor.

Omuruoha and Nages rolled into a ball, and the young man's weight made the assassin, whose physical strength was sealed, roll his eyes. "Little brat!" Nages spat out the rag in his mouth, "You should lose weight!"

Although he didn't know what was happening below, Nargis could feel that the spell that bound him had disappeared and the power was returning to him. Blessed by Mephala, his recovery ability was incredibly enhanced, so he thought for a while, broke free, rolled over, kicked the hateful kid aside, and stood up.

While moving his slightly numb hands and feet, the assassin listened carefully and looked cautiously at the door.

Gritting his teeth, Nagis opened the door and walked down the narrow staircase to the first floor. As expected, here he saw the elven wizards lying on the ground and Dondis Savius, who was as stiff as a stone.

Nargis One-Eye laughed.

"Now, I want to see who is in control of everything!" he said to the elf viciously.

Then the assassin found ropes and tied up everyone except the old farmer, just as the elves had done to him.

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Looking at the soul stone in his hand, Turka's eyes flickered and he fell into deep thought.

"Akatosh! You actually... No, that is my power... This is impossible! You are obviously not... No... I curse you! Curse you, you damn bastard!" In the soul stone, the soul of the ancient red dragon was roaring madly.

"What an interesting setting!" The newly promoted demigod muttered, "It turns out that it's okay if it's not my own power..."

Through this deliberately provoked "small conflict", Turka confirmed that he could indeed give "power" to a specific object! And the soul stone is not only used to empower equipment!
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After daybreak, Nargis and Dondis, who had recovered after a night's work, found a carriage piled with straw and stuffed the elves in it. Although the assassin didn't know why Turka knew that he was 'captured', he knew that the fate of the elves could only be decided by that person!
Throughout the whole process, Quaranil and Narion acted very calm, as if they were not the ones who screamed and panicked last night. The two elven wizards from Artaeum Island just quietly let the assassin throw them onto the stinking carriage like cargo, and they were unnaturally calm.

This made both Nargis and Dondis feel deeply uneasy.

But by then, the Dragonborn from another world seemed to have lost interest long ago, and he did not issue any new "oracle" to his believers, so Nargis and Dondis could only suppress their uneasiness. After checking again and finding that the mages' hands and feet were indeed tied up with ropes, and their mouths were stuffed with rags so that they could not chant spells, they brought the captives back to the Silver Blood Inn.

Along the way, pedestrians were not interested in this extremely ordinary carriage. The guards kept questioning all the guys who seemed suspicious to them. However, thanks to Nargis's advance perception and even bribery, they safely avoided all the troubles and returned to the inn.

And so, just like that, the Dragonborn from Iya and the Elves from the island of Artaeum finally met.

At that time, Turka was as noble and handsome as ever, and now he no longer ruled the most powerful country in the world, but no one could deny that he looked more like a king than the one in Cerodiil just sitting there. His hair was as black as ink, his eyes were full of stars, and his stature was the highest among all mortal races. He did not carry a scepter or weapon, did not have a magic pet to obey his orders, and did not wear various amulets. The man in front of him did not need these things. His power was born from within, and this powerful power lasted for hundreds of years and even broke the boundaries of time and space. Anyone could feel this power, it was like the heat coming out of a blacksmith's furnace, forming a halo around him.

The fate that awaits him is extraordinary.

Moreover, in just a moment, Quaranil suddenly realized that the guy in front of him, who was so frightening at first sight, was the target they had been tracking for several months!

"What should I call you?" Quaranil used all his strength to maintain his pride as a wizard. He bowed slightly and asked in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

His companion also tried to suppress his trembling and bent down.

Under the terrible pressure of Turka, the elves' bodies wrapped in robes could not help but tremble slightly. They now felt like they were standing in front of the warm sun, and the scorching light and perfect purity made the souls of the two great wizards from the Eleven Powers Conclave burn.

On both sides of the giant stood his two "capable" subordinates: Nargis One-Eye stared at them fiercely, the dagger in his hand twirling flexibly between his fingertips in a demonstrative manner; Dondis stood humbly on the other side.

"I used to have many names." Turka observed the two elves in front of him curiously, his eyes mainly falling on their ears and skin color {'Compared with the elves in Middle-earth, the elves in Tamriel are simply a bunch of ugly monsters! 'Turka Arakano once complained in a casual chat with someone}, "But that's all in the past. Now, you can call me Turka, Turka Arakano!"

Quaranil pondered, wondering which of the powerful beings in the Light Realm and Oblivion had ever used this name!
But unfortunately, he got nothing!
"This must be a great name!" Quaranil tried to take control of the topic. He said: "I am Quaranil from the island of Artayum, and this is my companion, Narion! We are..."

"The Psijic Order! I know!" The giant who called himself Turka laughed, as if he had thought of something interesting, or seemed to be recalling something. "I think I've heard of your name, elf!" he muttered.

Kwalanil and Narion's hearts tightened, as if they saw a huge shadow rising rapidly from behind this person, all the way to the sky! It was like an ancient demon god, looking down at them in the clouds!

(End of this chapter)