Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Aliti Yinxue clenched a badge tightly, and almost exhausted all her strength to hold back the scream.The badge is made of gold with a beautiful goddess engraved on it.The warm stream seeped into her fingers from the cold metal to her whole body, soothing her fearful and icy heart.

People point fingers at each other and curse loudly in anger, as if to prove themselves right and others stupid.Some people tried to persuade everyone rationally, fearing and worrying that the loud noise might trigger a new round of attacks.However, everyone was banging tables and kicking stools, and the quarrel came so suddenly and out of control.In the end, even the calmest person couldn't help straightening his upper body, clasping his fingers to the wooden table with crooked fingers, twisting his face, staring at others with red eyes.

Everyone was panting heavily, their skin was burning hot, and impulsive and reckless thoughts spread crazily in their hearts and eyes.

Suddenly, the silent atmosphere was broken by a scream.

Aliti couldn't even tell who made the sharp and piercing howl like a tearing metal vessel, and the tragedy happened as swiftly and cruelly as a volcanic eruption.

A tall figure kicked over the chair first, and madly rushed towards the guy with the most hideous face in his heart.

There was a harsh creaking sound when the chair fell to the ground, coupled with the man's angry howls and foaming, distorted face, one couldn't help but feel his heart tighten.

But the other party is obviously more difficult to mess with.Because he tightly grasped a two-handed giant sword, which was covered with the innocent blood of those who died today.And because he is younger, he is more impulsive.Facing the provocateur's attack, he raised his icy sword angrily, trying to stab the disgusting guy in the chest.

But this move is obviously not wise.

Because the distance between the two sides was so close, before he could fully raise the tip of the sword, the opponent had already thrown himself on him.

"Boy, I've had enough of your stupid self-righteous remarks, shut up!"

"Go away, you stupid pig!"

The two scolded each other, fell heavily on the cold ground, and wrestled together.During the tumbling, people couldn't tell who was who for a while.

This ignited the flame of anger in everyone's hearts. The survivors stared at each other with red eyes, regardless of the fact that they were comrades in arms who lived and died together a moment ago. Greeted over.

What's more, an impulsive and ignorant guy picked up a sturdy chair beside him, and hit the innkeeper hard on the head.The poor innkeeper, who was half bald, widened his eyes reddened by anger in surprise, and fell limply.

The woman also screamed, throwing away the frightened child in her arms, and rushed towards the man.

The man didn't notice for a moment, and his face was cut by the woman's sharp nails.The man wanted to grab the woman angrily, but even the women of the Nords were full of fierceness and wildness from ancient blood. The woman twisted her hips, raised her knees, and slapped the man's lower body viciously. So much so that the man who was originally a head taller than the woman immediately twisted his face and fell down without a word.

And the child who was so helpless like a frightened fawn but fell into his mother's arms and sobbed widened his immature eyes at this moment, baring his teeth and screaming at an old woman.

Aletti Silverblood backed away in shock until her back hit the cold wall.

"Dibella, this is... this!" she screamed, twisting her body to the left, trying to avoid a passenger's attack.But the man was obviously faster than she thought, he stretched out his thick right hand and grabbed her slender neck.

"Dirty bitch, where do you want to go?"

The opponent's hand is strong, his face is vulgar, and the breath he exhales is disgusting and hot. If the timing is different, maybe the Silver-Blooded Daughter will be more happy and accept it excitedly.But now, being attacked in vain, Aliti only has fear and horror in her heart.

She kicked her legs in vain, kicking and hitting the man's iron calf, but underestimated the strength of the man who was caught in anger and frenzy. The man strangled her neck tightly, making her almost unable to breathe. "Shout, shout, let your obscene goddess come and save you." The burly man yelled, and the terrifying look in his red eyes made her feel desperate. "All silver blood should die!"

Aliti felt her Adam's apple creaking, and her eyes bulged out horribly due to lack of oxygen, which made her originally beautiful face look like a ghost!She called out to Di Bella in fear, praying for the Holy Spirit—or the mercy of the devil, but found that she couldn't utter a word at all.Gradually, strength quickly drained from her body.

Perhaps, at the beginning, I shouldn't have extravagantly hoped that I could really escape the doomed ending.

At a certain moment, the silver-blooded girl felt regretful in her heart.She felt that she had been deceived, by fate, by the gods—Eliti grew up in the Silver Blood family, one of the richest and most famous families in Skyrim.This family is famous on the mainland for controlling the largest silver mine in all of Tamriel.Since she was a child, Aliti has had honor, wealth, and power that those lowly poor people can't imagine in their lifetime.And when she grows a little, she will be extremely beautiful, tall and tall, with a melodious voice, just like an oriole.Aliti's mother died young, and she was surrounded by countless servants since she was a child, enjoying the glory and wealth that most nobles in the world can't match. Even the chief prophet of the Dibella Temple personally baptized her and became a glorious Priest Dibella.She should have been the envy and envy of everyone.

The fact is also the same, ever since Aliti was sensible, not to mention the sky, even the imperial capital Cyrodiil has heard a lot about the reputation of this beautiful and moving silver-blooded daughter, and countless elites of the empire are crazy about her.

But why did she fall to where she is now?
At the last moment of her life, Aliti recalled her short and ridiculous life in a trance.

In the end, her memory was fixed on the day that changed her fate.

It was the day of her coming-of-age ceremony, when the servants were all dressed up and preparing a coming-of-age banquet for her silver-blooded eldest daughter. After hearing the news, countless guests rushed to Markas from all over the country to pay their respects to the soon-to-come-of-age The night the Silverblood Daughter celebrated, her father, Harald Silverblood, told her a secret that she still can't help but scream in retrospect.

It was a fierce quarrel, and the specific content was probably only known to the father and daughter, and almost no outsiders could hear it.But judging from the series of deeds afterwards, it is not difficult for scholars to conclude that the Silver Blood family has been the followers of Molag Bal since ancient times. Every moment and every meaning of their existence is for the great father of vampires!Lord of slavery for honor and glory!Every member of the family, from the day they were born, their souls belonged to Cold Harbor and belonged to death!
More precisely, Harald Silverblood fantasizes as a vampire lord, a demigod-worthy... monster!

And Aliti is a sacrificial offering that was sold by her father at a clearly marked price, a bride predestined by the father of a vampire!

Ah, yes, the veritable uncrowned king of the frontier, the famous silver blood family, the highest pursuit since ancient times is actually to become a vampire!
But at that time, people only learned that on that day, the once innocent and lovely girl changed into a depraved slut. Almost every resident of Macarth secretly ridiculed in the years to come, saying that the blood of silver Women are even willing to have sex with livestock from the desert!
She flirted wantonly, doing shameful things that her father Harald Silverblood was angry but helpless, trying to escape the tragic ending that she could see with naked eyes.

A sneering arc even appeared on the corner of Aliti's mouth, who was caught in the memories before her death, which made her expression even more ferocious.She stopped struggling, letting death lick her body and soul.

The man instinctively felt a little surprised, but soon, the forbidden pleasure of the girl's delicate and beautiful flower of life being about to be snuffed out by his own hands, and the influence of the faint red light that spread to the entire inn at some point distorted him, He tightened his fingers vigorously, trying to crush the silver-blooded girl's neck.

Neither of them noticed that the small gold medallion in Aliti's hand, which was trapped in painful and cruel memories, suddenly glowed faintly.This light came from nothing, and quickly passed through her palm, illuminating Aliti's face.

The man was taken aback, as if his eyes had been scorched by fire, he roared angrily, wanting to snatch the badge from the silver-blooded woman.

Aliti felt a warm light enveloping her heart like a hot spring, healing her broken and cold soul. In the light, she seemed to see a goddess, who smiled at her tenderly and lovingly, and then disappeared not see.

Aliti burst into tears instantly, "Dibella!" She uttered a word from her broken Adam's apple with difficulty and pain, then raised the hand that was holding the badge tightly, and cast a spell at the man.

The man howled terribly, his head was blown into a ball of flesh by the spell.

The man who lost his head fell limply.Aletti Silverblood coughed and fell from the wall, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

She stared fiercely at her surroundings, and tightly clenched the badge in her palm, like a drowning person tightly clenching a life-saving straw.

Not far away, the farmer's son finally raised his long sword, and pierced the opponent's chest viciously and swiftly.

Ah, at this moment, Sheogorath in the Isle of Trembling is laughing crazily. {Sheogorath, one of the sixteen demon gods, the god of madness, with unknown motives.The Shivering Isle, Sheogorath's Plane of Oblivion. }
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Rojatus was interrupted by a hoarse, deep scream full of fear and horror.The scream was so sudden that for a moment he couldn't even comprehend what was happening.He looked around in bewilderment and horror, trying to figure out where he was and what was weighing him down so badly that he couldn't breathe.

But a force made him unable to concentrate, his body trembled constantly, and the hand holding the sword hilt was stiff and tightened, but that was not caused by fear, but... but a dreadful anger.

He held his breath, tried to listen to the sounds around him, and observed the surrounding situation. On the blade, a drop of blood-red water slowly dripped down the tip of the sword to the ground, sparking a gorgeous splash.

Then he heard the scream again, and remembered that it was the sound that woke him up.Although the human voice gave him a deadly sense of familiarity, the fear contained in that voice kept lingering in his mind.

He frantically tried to force himself to think, to remember...

Everything around him was such a mess that he glimpsed a pile of broken, charred pieces of furniture, corpses and battered wine bottles strewn about, broken tables and chairs lying on the floor.As if they belonged here.But in fact, all this is not the case.His heart was beating violently, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.With every heartbeat a new flame burns through the body.He twitched and struggled helplessly, the severe pain was about to explode his head.Hoarse screams echoed through the shattered inn.

Inn?

Rojatus woke up suddenly, and a terrifying image blurred out of his mind.He screamed and threw away the long sword that was tightly grasped in his hand.

"No, it's impossible! I...it's not me! It's not me!" His eyes fell on a blond woman, whose old face made him feel pain and a trace of fear.

"Father……"

He stared at the old man who also had an old face in the arms of the blond woman. The old man was pale, his hair was messy, and his eyes were closed. He seemed to be sleeping quietly, just like on the bed in their farm home.

"No...no...don't..." He staggered across the cluttered ground, nearly falling down several times.Finally, he crawled to her side, wanting to reach out and hug them.Just like when they hugged him as a child.

A terrible wound pierced the old man's chest, and blood flowed all over the arms of the old man's wife.

It was a sword wound, and the murder weapon...

Terrible memories emerged from Rojatus's chaotic mind again, he screamed like a child, his shrill voice completely overwhelmed the weak weeping and moaning around him.

But the old man's wife screamed in horror, curled up holding the old man's body and retreated desperately as if seeing a demon.

Rojatus was struck by lightning.

"Light save me! Father, mother..." He wept bitterly, scratching his face like a madman, as if trying to tear away everything he had done.Everywhere he looked, there were corpses—torn, severed, charred, desperate and terrified.All these dead faces he knew, those empty eyes fixed on him, accusing him, damning him.

"Shull, please forgive me!"

With a scream, he dropped his weapon and everything, and ran out of the purgatory-like hall without looking back.Not seeing it, another woman followed and disappeared into the inn.