Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 283 If the assassin cannot be invisible

Relying on the rope hook on the roof and the sling on his body, the assassin nimbly climbed up the two-story house. He climbed to a window on the second floor, and through observation he concluded that it was the bedroom of one of the magicians. After careful inspection, he determined that there were no pressure traps on this side of the window.

He pushed open the wooden window, turned over and jumped into the house as lightly as an ape. His movements were extremely balanced and sharp, without causing any sound.

He glanced around the room.

There is a door on the opposite wall, and next to it is an open cabinet. A shoulder-high wardrobe stands between the window and the wall on the right. A desk, bed and low cabinet are all the furnishings in the house. The assassin came to the closet and gently opened the door. There were only two shabby, monotonous gray pajamas inside. He curled his lips and closed the door. Then he went to the cabinet, opened the lower part of the cabinet, and found some linen and a package of gold coins. The assassin's eyes lit up and he put it into his arms disrespectfully.

The second drawer was in a similar situation, and the upper level contained some toiletries. He found a beautiful bone comb with a handle made of pearls. He also put it away.

There are some strange items hidden in the top compartment - several bottles of ointment and three bottles of potions, all containing liquids of different colors. The assassin nodded with satisfaction and put away the gold coins and potions disrespectfully. He looked at the window, then closed the drawer and went to the bedside to search.

Unfortunately, he found nothing except the bedtime story "City of Stone: Mercenary Guide to Markarth" on the bedside table.

It seems that the magician did not set up a magic trap in his room because he had no property that needed to be protected - the unintentional thief automatically ignored the bag of gold coins and potions in the cabinet.

too easy.

The assassin muttered inwardly, a little disappointed. But he soon cheered up again - this is his nature, doesn't he know how difficult a great mage can be? But he still irrationally challenged a magic master in Winterhold... To say that the challenge was not accurate, it should be said that although he had done a good job in all preparations, when he actually took action, he realized that he was So ridiculous and weak in front of a real Archmage——

He is too curious and unwilling to abide by the moral principles we practice every day. He always challenges things he does not understand, but he has a unique view of true responsibility:

He participated in the kidnapping of Turka Aracano, but was also recognized by our world because of his extraordinary achievements in the battle against the Lord of Plunder and the Soul Reaper, the demon Molag Bal. Forgiven by the otherworldly dragonborn;

He was blessed by Mephala, yet cursed for challenging the authority of the mysterious, unpredictable Spider Lady;

He is a Nord, but he has abandoned the faith of the ancient Sons of Skyrim!

He would kill all the thugs who dared to rob him without saying anything, but he would also let go of the tavern owner and waitress who were witnesses, even if they would bring him great trouble.

Well, Nargis One-Eye is such a contradictory guy, and it's not surprising that any weird thing happens to him.

Nargis One-Eye stretched out his hand, preparing to open the door of the room and slip into the inn. The corridor outside the door was silent except for a few intermittent complaints and screams of fear coming from downstairs. It was the tavern owner and the poor waitress clearing the floor of the corpses.

Suddenly, he stopped. He looked behind the door in amazement - including the handle and door frame. A mist darker than night flashed in his single eye. "This is..." Nargis recognized the trap thanks to his experience in Winterhold.

A paralysis rune trap.

I saw that the magician took the handle as the center of the circle and outlined a circular rune along the door panel in a profound and mysterious trajectory. Anything that touches this rune will be frozen in place until someone removes the spell on him. This spell.

The unbearable experience in Winterhold allowed him to gain a lot of knowledge that he had never dared to think about before, but it also cost him one of his eyes. The assassin reached out to cover the empty eye socket and let out a painful groan. In addition, he kept cursing the figure in his heart that made him extremely frightened and angry. It was He who left this magical mark on himself that was unknown as a blessing or a curse. It allows the assassin to see the darkness as nothing, and at the same time, he can see through some things that mortals cannot see!

Occasionally, Nargis would sadly ask himself, is he still a mortal like this?

Nargis pushed aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind. He told himself that maybe it wasn't that the magician was arrogant, but that the other party had already expected that someone would climb in through the window, then open the door of the room from the inside and sneak into the corridor? Otherwise, how else to explain that the most dangerous second-floor window is unprotected, but there is a trap magic behind the door that cannot be seen through by the naked eye?

Looking at this trap with a faint magical aura, Nargis had to carefully consider whether the other party was coming for him.

But if the other party came against him, then in the conflict just now, these two elf bastards should have stopped him - yes, the previous 'conflict' was deliberately caused by Nargis (if he really He had more secret and convenient ways to kill those idiots than to commit such blatant murders in a public place). He was curious as to why there were two mysterious and powerful people at this time of year. Magicians appeared in Markarth - but unfortunately, they did not take action until the end of this regrettable bloody conflict!

He thought of the strange looks and complicated gestures in the eyes of the two guys before - although they concealed them very well, it was obvious that the assassin did not miss this - and then thought of the yellow-faced, pointed-eared magician who gave those two The smile of a child when he opened the door made Nargis' inner urge to find out more intense.

Great, let's see who is in control of everything!

The assassin smiled dangerously, quietly retreated to the window, jumped out, and disappeared into the night. He even put back the bag of gold coins and bottles of potions in order not to alarm the owner of the house.

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The Dark Elf ended another round of life detection {this is an expert-level spell of the change system, which can detect the location of all living units around the player, even through walls. However, life detection has no effect on undead creatures such as lifeless corpses, skeletons, and angry ghosts, as well as mechanical constructs such as mechanical balls, mechanical spiders, and dwarf centurions}. Because he had used such high-level spells many times, Nairien began to look a little languid. He had a straight face and said nothing.

His companion, another archmage of the Psijic Order, made a questioning gesture. Nerion's expression was strange. He nodded hesitantly, then shook his head. So Qualanir instantly understood that their trap did not produce the effect it should have -

On the side, Omuruha and Hashraxiu looked around uneasily, their faces pale.

In fact, they still don't understand how they have so much courage and dare to come here to meet two mysterious and strange elf mages inexplicably! Thinking of those frightening evil mages in the legend, fear, nervousness, and some unspeakable hopes were gnawing at the hearts of the two people, making them almost breathless.

"Oh," seeing how they almost fainted, Qualanier blinked in embarrassment and said, "Excuse me, where did we go?"

The eyes of the high elf seemed to possess magical powers. Omuruha and Hashraxiu could not help but stare at the elf's two amber eyeballs, motionless.

"Ah, that's right!" The high elf magician frowned and said in an exclamation tone: "The dead are resurrected!"

"Can you tell me where you heard about it?"

The two of them seemed to be possessed by a demon. Under the guidance of the high elf magician, they murmured everything that happened that night. Of course, a lot of it was what they heard from other people. It was true or false, vague and ridiculous, but it was undeniable that the information contained in it still surprised Qualanir and the others.

Because of the war, the people of Markas are more wary of outsiders than ever before! This resulted in them not being able to get any useful information at all - this is why the high elf magician would rather violate many of the rules of the Eleven Force Secret Society and use illusions on two children. After all, they are more wary than ordinary adults. People are much weaker. In order not to cause chaos in the city, they could not cast spells during the day. Otherwise, the frightened citizens may expel them at any time!

"That night, many people saw them walking through the mining area and the square, and then the business district. Ah, they finally entered the Silver Blood Inn of Boss Kleiber..." a friend said.

"Some say there is a giant among them!" continued another.

"Giant?" Qualanir's heart skipped a beat, and the urgency to finally get closer to the truth of the matter surged into his heart again.

"They said that the giant resurrected old Dandis from the Savius ​​farm outside the city!" Hashraxiu said every word, and there was a trace of fluctuation in his dull eyes, "Uncle Olava said that, he is the owner of the Silver Blood Inn The cook!"

"How do you know he resurrected the dead?" The dark elf also frowned, "After all, country people always like to exaggerate and make up silly, ridiculous stories! Maybe he just cured that person with the simplest healing technique. A farmer's scratch, but ignorant people say he is an omnipotent prophet!"

But his companion had a different view, "Nerion, did you realize that? You didn't deny that there was a giant in Markas!" The high elf magician stood up excitedly and walked around the room, "Since the second The heroine of the Age, Lilith Titanborn, and the other heroes we know stop Morag Bal and the Maggot King's conspiracy, and there is no longer a mortal with giant blood!"

"And now!" He stood still, his eyes piercing. "When we desperately want to track..." He coughed lightly, skipping the message that only the two of them knew, "when, there is a person who may possess the giant." A bloodline hero appears in Markarth! Nerion, don’t you think this is too coincidental?”

Nairion mocked: "Be careful! Qualanir, your choice of words makes me worry, are you still reviewing those history lessons in school! You are too optimistic and have not seriously assessed the threat level of this matter!" "You are afraid!" said the high elf.

"What?" His companion's eyebrows almost stood up in anger.

But Qualanir was not deterred by his anger, and just said calmly: "I don't believe I didn't notice the changes in the earth's bones during this period! Nerion, that's..." He said a few words vaguely. A group of obscure words, Omuruha and Hashrasiu on the side just listened in confusion, and then listened to him continue: "If Wei... can do something similar, then there is no reason He can't do it! And that's what you're afraid of! You're afraid of a statue..."

"You're crazy!" the dark elf said unceremoniously, as if he was worried about what he was going to say next. He also said in a vague tone: "You actually took the three gods of the trial..."

"Where are the three gods of the Judgment Seat now?"

Qualanir's words made the dark elf even more angry. But the anger did not come from a magician, but from the thousand-year-old belief of his tribe, "All of this is just hearsay and conjecture of two children! My Lord, Sotha Sil, you actually took the words of two ignorant children seriously!" "

"One person says it's a lie, and half the city says it doesn't prove anything?" Qualanir said, "And this is a reasonable guess, Nairion!"

"We found him!"

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Nargis One-Eye hung upside down by the window of the room like a bat in a strange posture, using the shadow of the eaves to wrap himself tightly in the night. The arguments of the elf magicians were clearly heard by him through the thick stone walls and windows. His expression was very strange, like the grinning of the protagonist of a comedy when he was making a fuss, or like a person who had been hungry for several days and suddenly ate shit-flavored chocolate, with all his facial features squeezed together.

He never expected that the 'conspiracy' and 'secret' he thought were actually like this.

Actually...

Shure, why...

I curse you!

Perhaps his sudden rapid breathing disrupted the harmony in this corner, and the argument in the room suddenly stopped.

The sensitivity of his profession set alarm bells ringing in Nargis's heart. He couldn't help but curse his bad luck, but his movements did not stop at all. I saw him let go of the hooked eaves, turned somersaults in the air like a civet cat, and landed firmly on the ground.

But before he could admire his skills, he crouched down, paying attention to the situation nearby and thinking about his escape route. At the same time, he pushed his feet hard and rushed out.

"I have to say, you really surprised me!" The window was pushed open, and the elf mage waved his arm again, shooting a bolt of lightning at the killer. But Nargis moved faster. He rolled to the wall to avoid the lightning attack.

"What a clever move!" Qualanir praised: "But if you are so curious about our conversation, why don't you stay?"

Several boulders were torn from the walls of houses and the road on both sides of the road, floated up, and flew towards Nargis fiercely. He kept rolling over and failed to escape. The boulder completely shattered the iron armor effect on his body and made his whole body feel stiff.

"Killer, where can you escape this time?" Another mage appeared in front of him and hit him hard with a bolt of lightning. Nargis only felt that his shoulders were burned, his hair stood on end, and his heart was beating violently.

Desperate and in pain, the assassin launched a vicious attack and rushed forward brandishing his dagger.

His speed was so fast that the dark elves in front couldn't help but be surprised. But fortunately, he had already prepared two spells. The assassin's dagger first made a clanging sound and struck the dark elf's face. It was blocked by Sandalwood Armor (an expert-level spell of the transformation system, the effect is to give the player an additional 100 points of armor protection), followed by a layer of indestructible The explosive but elastic flames surrounded the magician and pushed Nargis back.

Nargis roared and backed away, deliberately coming to a position in a straight line with the two mages, so as to deftly avoid the spells of both sides.

But he knew that this was only a temporary measure, and that this method didn't leave him much time - he would be satisfied with the blink of an eye - he had to come up with a better escape route, otherwise tonight He's afraid he'll have to stay here.

The killer turned his head to look at an alley on the left, but his body quickly ran away from the right. There is a wall there. If a normal person wants to jump over it, he needs tools.

"Oh, how clever!" the high elf magician praised. Nargis began to groan, because he desperately discovered that the first mage had come down from the second floor. He cast a wall of fire, forcing Nargis back.

"Well done, killer." Nerion couldn't help but agree. He had just been fooled by the assassin's trick. His eyes and body were facing to the left, but this guy actually ran to the right. "But that's all for now."

As he spoke, he uttered a spell and fired a fireball.

The fireball exploded. The explosion shook less than half of Markarth. Nargis lay down and covered his head with what was left of his cloak, but his hair was singed and his lungs burned. Of course, the dark elves under the protection of the flame cloak were not harmed at all.

"damn it!"

Nargis was already a little dizzy when he stood up again. The entire street and a nearby building were on fire, and the heat and smoke filled his eyes. "You idiot, do you want to attract everyone in the city?"

The dark elf stood in the flames, a little stunned.

Qualanir took the opportunity to release a spell. He tried to control the mind of the dangerous man in front of him, but he was shocked to find that the spell that had always been invincible in the past had no effect - no, it was not that it had no effect, but this guy actually resisted the mind control spell. I saw him staggering through the burning street, trying to rush to the alley on the left.

Assassins have never been a profession that engages in fair and just combat. Nargis knew he had to escape. He may be able to kill idiots like those in the tavern without any effort, but facing two powerful magicians who are proficient in combat, he is not much stronger than those idiots in the tavern, and he can't even survive the opponent's fierce spell attacks. How long to live is a question.

In desperation, he shamelessly prayed to the gods.

Then he slammed against a magical barrier and stumbled back into the middle of the burning street.

The dark elf calmly opened his hands and threatened: "Stop! Unless you want to taste another fireball!"

(End of this chapter)