Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 273 The Escaped Person Night Mother's Truth
Turka did not witness the critical blow of the Assassin.But soon, he noticed the disharmony on the assassin - different from Nirn's vigorous creation power, the aura on his body was cold and active at that time, like a giant net, swallowing All the prying lights of the outside world—and, although the Nords concealed it well, Turka still found the black mist emerging from time to time in the depths of the assassin's one eye.It even made people forget the original color of his eyes.

As a result, some worries and doubts welled up in Turka.

But at that time, Turka had no evidence, so he could only order the assassin to go ahead to find a way out after the collapse.

The assassin agreed.He was as respectful as ever.However, Turka never imagined that this guy actually came back with a 'surprise'.

At that time, looking at the Nords coming out of the shadows, the guess in Turka's heart was confirmed to some extent.

Humans cannot see in the dark, and their hearing is far inferior to elves, but the one-eyed assassin seems to have known they were coming.He turned to a cloud of shadows, completely integrated with the surrounding dark environment, and like a spider waiting for its prey to take the bait, lurking on his web, leaning silently under a boulder, watching Look at Turka and Islan.

It is said that at that moment, Turka sensed the malice coming from the assassin - we don't know whether what the one-eyed assassin was thinking at that time was the temptation and coercion of the demon god, or the deepest part of his heart. true thoughts.But in any case, this really angered Turka Arakano—and knowing that 'surprise' was actually a member of the Dark Brotherhood, the suspicion in Turka's heart became even stronger.

He tried to speak meaningfully, and as a result, the assassin who was unwilling to be at the mercy of "fate" broke out.

He tried to get rid of the terrible existence that had been hiding in oblivion, controlling and manipulating him.As a result, it also angered Mephala, patron saint of assassins and killers, and god of lies, deceit, sex, and murder.

Perhaps at the beginning, the Annihilation Maharaja was just attracted by the cunning, despicable, cowardly, and vacillating dark sides of his followers, and wanted to punish this guy who dared to praise the Holy Spirit and himself at the same time.As a result, when he saw that the Lord of Cold Harbor actually opened a door of annihilation under the human city, he immediately understood what happened.Out of instinct and contempt for the father of vampires, Mephala blessed the daring believer, and successfully used the hands of Nord assassins to overshadow the Lord of Cold Harbor.But in any case, as a god, Mephala will never allow mortals whom he regards as "toys" to escape from his control.

Moreover, we don't know whether this demon god representing lies, deceit, sex and murder knows the origin of Turka Arakano like Molag Bal.But what is certain is that through the memory and eyes of the assassin, Mephala also saw and felt the stalwart power that was flourishing like the sun and the divinity that was still gestating in Turka.

So the demon god kept mumbling, whispering, and tempting in Nargis's mind, sketching one conspiracy after another, until the assassin couldn't stand it anymore—or, in fact, he had been preparing all the time, wanting to use the plot The hand of Erka Arakano, get rid of the control of the demon god?

After all, Nargis had witnessed with his own eyes how the Lord of Cold Harbor was crushed by this alien dragon descendant.

But these are all our guesses, and we still don't know the facts.

Later generations only know that some kind of conflict did break out between the two at that time.However, because most of the records of what happened during that period were chaotic, and the three parties who witnessed at that time were all ignorant of what happened during that period, most scholars who studied that period could only rely on sporadic rumors and later reports. Some stories that happened, roughly describe everything that happened at that time.

Among them, "The Year of the Gods" compiled by August Prosis of the Imperial Capital Offa University is considered to be the closest to the truth: the Whispering Lady looks down on Nirn in the void, and her nets and shadows cover the earth.All men and elves on Nirn were terrified then, and lies and murder were heard.Then a dragon's roar broke through the darkness first, and the light shines on all living beings.

To sum up, Turka Arakano lowered his head, and the icy-cold blade accurately pierced through the gorgeous robes that even the most dexterous master among the elves could not sew, almost touching the skin.

It was cut open by the dagger that suddenly appeared in the assassin's hand. No one knows how it appeared, but it did almost establish a special skill, but the price was that the assassin's ribs and chest cavity were completely shattered, and the spine also hit the wall. Time is broken into many pieces.

So, Turka Arakano said: "You are the second person who made me feel death, if you can still be called a person now."

Under the astonished eyes of the three of Israel, the assassin let out a painful groan and opened his eyes. "Should I say I'm honored?" the Nord said weakly. The broken spine and broken chest cavity were recovering visibly to the naked eye. After a while, those blue, purple and green muscles and white bones turned back again. The way they are, as if nothing happened, "But if I could choose, my lord, I swear I would never do it again! Because it really hurts!"

Turka stared carefully into his eyes, then glanced at his restored chest, thoughtfully.

The assassin sat up, leaned his body against the wall behind him, raised his hand with the same strange expression, touched the pink and tender chest as smooth as a [-]-year-old girl, and said something cursing in his mouth.

Gabriela opened her mouth wide, watching all this in disbelief, as if the world had collapsed.

"My lord?" Islan clenched the giant sword in his hand and asked a step forward.His gaze has been cautiously staring at the one-eyed assassin on the ground, without relaxing at all.

Turka withdrew his prudent gaze, lowered his head, and looked at him with a smile, "For the time being, he is still a human being."

It's not your turn to say this.

It is said that at this moment, Nargis, Islahn, and Solini thought impolitely at the same time.

The Redguard coughed lightly, exchanged glances with his companions, and put away his weapons.

Nargis let out a soft breath.

"He's gone?" Turka came up to the Nords. His stalwart body cast a large shadow on Nargis's body and the wall, and a pair of amber majestic vertical pupils stared straight at the assassin.

Nargis's slightly cynical expression immediately became serious, and his hands naturally dropped to the ground, far away from his waist and thighs. "The thread of fate connects everyone," the one-eyed assassin said bitterly. Not far away."

Turka didn't speak, just stared at him.He seemed to be thinking about the truth and falsehood in the assassin's words.

And everyone who could hear their conversation also looked sternly and strangely at the assassin, then at the giant, the atmosphere was dignified and low.

"Indeed," said Turka at last, "but one who flees from a fear finds that he only meets it sooner."

Nargis kept his mouth shut.After a long time, he lowered his head and respectfully expressed his thanks to the giant.

So, Turka knew that, at least for this moment, he was still him.

Next, they stopped talking about this matter, but turned their attention to the dark elf who was standing aside.

Gabriela shuddered, almost crying.

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Spiral Skein (Spiral Skein), the Daedra Lord, the realm of oblivion created and ruled by Mephala, the god of murder, lies, deceit, sex and secrets (demon god).It's like a cloud of mist, like some chrysalis, even, if you think of it as a vast sea level.Because mortals cannot fully understand these things that have existed since the birth of Orbis, they can only construct and understand them based on what they can observe.

Here, we only use part of what we can understand to express.

The daedric realm is metaphysically structured in a similar fashion to Nirn.In the center is the tower, known only as the Palace of the Pillars of Mephala, because its real name is too horrible to say. Eight Strands of the Skein revolve around the pillar like spokes in a wheel, and the spaces within each symbolize different sins: the first is lying, the second is jealousy, the third is temptation, the fourth is fear, the fifth is sin. Betrayal, the sixth is murder, the seventh is lust, the eighth is anger.

Parts of its kingdom resemble a dark, sprawling cavern with high ceilings dotted with glowing mushrooms.Inhabited by spiders, croakers and crawling creatures of all kinds, tall buildings with arches and spiers dot the landscape.Crimson crystals protrude from cliffs, ceilings and walls, forming geometric clusters of prism-like shapes.

In the deepest part of the cave, stands a throne made of countless silk threads and bones—there are multiple such thrones in Mephala’s domain, and their shapes and compositions are all different, so we won’t explain them one by one here— —It represents the supreme authority of Mephala and its secrets and conspiracies.

Suddenly, a figure appeared here, appearing in the area that represents evil and ugliness.

This figure is so beautiful!Her delicate face seemed sculpted, and her jet-black shiny skin made her look like a living work of art, a living obsidian sculpture.

He sits on the throne, and sees nothing of the spiders, hoarse monsters, and winged batmen below him.

Because He is none other than Mephala, the god of murder, lies, deceit, sex and secrets!
"Get ready!" He uttered a piercing and terrifying voice, and issued an oracle to all the creatures in the kingdom who believed in him and dedicated their souls to him, "the people of the lower world will call you, you need to enter Nai Well, enter that arena between humans and elves, and kill someone for me..."

"No!"

The Demon God suddenly changed his expression and tone again, his delicate and lovely face returned to the gentle appearance of a girl, his tone was lovely and full of life, "Go and warn him, hunt him down, but don't allow him to be killed! Let him understand, He will always be my prey, puppet, and trophy!"

"Yes, ma'am."

Countless hoarse screams sounded like a sea tide, covering every corner of the Demon God's domain.

Listening to this tide-like song, a clear smile appeared on the beautiful face of a demon god of a famous race in Nirn.But then, He disappeared from the throne again.

He stepped into the void, covered with shadow and darkness, like a ghost, and like a wisp of green smoke, avoiding many scrutinizing eyes, and came to a weird place full of silence and bloody smell.

He looked down from the void, as if hesitating, but also cautious.

cold harbor.

Molag Bal's Field of Oblivion.

Mephala was thinking, countless lights of thought flashed and disappeared in his mind, as if he was thinking about an extremely serious problem.In the end, the demon god disappeared, just as he came.

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In 4E173, Ye Xingyue.

On the 20th.

Charding Hull.

Alisanne Dupre was awakened from sleep, cold sweat covered her forehead.Almost reflexively, she grabbed the dagger beside her pillow and made a vigilant gesture.

However, there was silence in the bedroom, only the sound of the wind blowing slightly.

Suddenly, she was taken aback for a moment, and regardless of the slipping veil, she stumbled across the corridors and stairs with her bare feet and graceful body.

Come, my daughter, come to me.

A voice echoed in her ears.

Alishanne breaks into a secret room.The walls and floor here are covered with various mysterious and difficult incantations, the air is full of the smell of spices, a strange sarcophagus stands in the center of the room, and the candles on the ground are burning with green flames, swaying in the wind.

"Respected Night Mother, dear Night Mother, great master, your servants obey your orders!" Alisanne Dupree groveled on the ground unconsciously, shouting in a pious to fanatical tone.

A voice that only she can hear winds through Alisanne Dupre's ears, a voice as beautiful as poetry, as grand as a hymn, but at the same time, its meaning is occasionally as elusive as a riddle Understood, Alisanne Dupre listened tremblingly, remembering every word in her heart.

Go to Skyrim and hunt down a man named Nargis!He is an oath-breaker, a blasphemer!
Hold a ceremony to summon my servants!
Alisanne Dupre, your destiny is coming, leave, leave...

After speaking, there was no more sound from the sarcophagus, and the candles on the ground rekindled orange flames.Only then did Alisanne Dupre, who was prostrate on the ground, stand up. The woman's beautiful body was exposed to the slightly cold night wind, and a confused expression appeared on her beautiful and cold face.

"Skyrim?"

she muttered to herself.

Then, the powerful woman in command of the most dangerous killer organization in all of Tamriel burst into a charming but almost cruel smile. "No matter who you are, you are dead!"

(End of this chapter)