Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Turka sneered at the Dunmer Assassin's words, but he did not expose her lie right away - an assassin would tell his secrets without any reservations, without trial or torture. ?Turka didn't think so - the hellish chaotic scene in front of him once made Turka feel a little stunned, but also a little familiar.The beast-like impulse and desire on both sides to tear each other apart even with teeth and nails made him feel inexplicably excited.

The fragments of Molag Bal's soul roared and grinned in his mind, and nightmarish murmurs lingered in his ears, speaking of terrifying primal impulses.

We are one.

You can't hide from me.

The Lord of Cold Harbor yelled crazily in his ears.

Turka staggered.

No we are not.

He yelled viciously in his heart, refusing to bow to this demon.Turka tried to muster all his power to drive the increasingly active Morag Bal's soul fragments into the depths of his soul, but found that he was unable to do so.

You are me and I am you.

You can't hide from it, never.

Turka shook his head in pain. Molag Bal is a genuine Daedra King. As he uses the power of the Father of Vampires more frequently, the two merge (contaminate) faster and more comprehensively. .In the end, he may lose everything he has as Turka Aracano.

As the two fought again on the spiritual level, a trace of blood appeared in Turka's amber-like eyes. The bright starlight also dissipated a lot, and his tall and perfect body cast a shadow under the illumination of the red moon in the sky. A shadow.This shadow seemed to be alive, waving its tentacles and rapidly expanding, growing longer and longer until it almost swallowed up the tall city of Markas behind it.

Then the ground trembled slightly again, the air began to tear, and Markas began a new round of shaking.The guards and Forsworn in their madness may not be aware of it - and even if they are aware, will they care - but Islaan and the others have witnessed how Turka Aracano split the earth, shaking For the people of Broken Mountain Range, this is simply more terrifying and dangerous than anything else.

The female assassin Gabriella seemed to have seen some terrible monster, and was so frightened that she backed away.

"I knew it." Nargis's face turned pale, and he clutched the dagger in his hand tightly, sweating.

Islaan and Solini also felt the evil aura from the dragonborn from another world, and they subconsciously clenched their weapons.

Although this mysterious demigod defeated Molag Bal at that time, it was obvious that some unknown changes must have occurred in Turka.

And this change is fatal.

"grown ups……"

Islaan spoke hesitantly, but was shaken unsteadily by the shaking earth.

As the seal is once again released, the difficulty of sealing Molag Bal's soul fragments has doubled.A part of the Father of Vampires kept roaring, grinning, and gnawing evilly in the depths of his soul.Turka's Adam's apple squirmed painfully and he let out a beast-like gasp. An urge to destroy everything in front of him was eroding his heart and soul.

The tremors of the earth became clearer, as if something was tearing apart the earth at any time and gushing out.Mendana in the soul stone suddenly felt something and was so excited that he almost laughed wildly.But then, the ancient dragon with only a ball of soul energy left angrily emitted a few rays of faint red light, as if cursing something, and returned to the appearance of a ball of mist.

Just when Turka Aracano was about to fall into some kind of madness and rage.Suddenly, the darkness that had been suppressed all night disappeared like the wind.The twin moons of Nairn suddenly appeared before the eyes of the world, and the stars in the sky shone brightly and charmingly after disappearing all night.

Behold, the darkest hour is finally over and dawn has arrived.

The starlight in the sky fell on Turka Aracano's body, making his already majestic body even more holy. A power called hope was sprouting and quickly took over his body and mind.

Almost instantly, Turka knew that it was the last of Yiru's blessings——

"May the stars shine on you, the soul from the Great Harmony! When the loneliness and pain of leaving home fill your heart, the starlight at dawn will heal your pain!"

The most holy Iluvatar gave the deepest and most beautiful blessings to the souls who left home.This blessing was so powerful that it was still protecting him even after crossing the crystal wall.

"Ilúvatar i or ilye mahalmar ea tennoio." (Quenya: Praise to the Most High Ilúvatar)
The souls from other worlds who were unprecedentedly clear on the spiritual stage gave out heartfelt praises.Then, a miracle happened, the tremors of the earth stopped, and the terrifying shadow shrouded behind him faded like spring snow.

No.

The soul fragment of the vampire father let out a shrill cry and tried to fight back.

But Turka woke up and no longer hesitated. He gathered the bones of Nairn and the power from another great creator in his body, and sorted out the complicated and entangled souls between him and the devil bit by bit, and then Strip away most of the evil consciousness and seal it deep in the mind again.

It was an extremely difficult job, and Turka even thought he would never succeed, but eventually he finished it.

You can't hide from me.

Before being sealed again, Molag Bal's weak voice floated in Turka's heart like the wind.

This made Turka feel inexplicably uneasy.

But at this moment, he couldn't help but think about it.

"What are you doing?" The demigod who regained his senses said in a tired tone.But I don't know if it was their illusion, but Nargis and others felt that the starlight that had disappeared a lot in Turka's majestic golden vertical pupils became even more intense.

But they wisely chose to forget.

However, doubts are firmly rooted in everyone's hearts.

Mystery will permeate the legend of Turka Aracano, and even across time and space, his name will always be spread among the realms of mortals and gods.

"Are you... all right?"

Solini was worried.She was a little too concerned about this overly beautiful person and ignored the gap between the two that could never be bridged. This made Gabriella on the side feel a little ridiculous.

Stupid woman.The female elf secretly laughed at how she expected to get the love of a demigod. Mephala on top, is there anything more ridiculous than this?May the spiders eat her!

"It will never be worse than before." Turka nodded to her, unwilling to say more.He crossed over his companions, leaned down, and carefully identified the angry guards who were defeated by Nargis and Islaan, showing an expression that was indeed the case. "I think I understand what happened to them," he said.

"what is that?"

"An anger spell. Although the scale is surprisingly large." Turka straightened up and explained thoughtfully: "According to our lady, someone in the city hired them to murder the lord here. Without the leader, we suppressed both the enemy and ourselves. Nobles, chaos cannot be stopped. After all, what is more effective and convenient than human beings killing each other?"

"This is not a massacre, this is a harvest. Humans are just lambs in the gods' game." Islaan looked at the guards who, even though they were knocked down, were still angrily roaring at them with inarticulate sounds. dignified. "May the Lord have mercy."

"There is no mercy tonight." Although Turka Aracano seemed to have regained his composure, Nargis still carefully kept a certain distance from him, even though he understood that it was of no use at all.

He said sarcastically: "Or do you think it is pity for someone to stay up late at night and come out to tear their neighbors into pieces?"

"Is this their wish?" Islaan immediately refuted.Even though they have lived and died together, the beliefs and ways of doing things on both sides are completely different, which makes the two people always dislike each other.

"I don't think so." Nargis continued to stir up the emotions of the Red Guards, "But can you deny that the ones who committed these disgusting crimes are also the innocent humans you say are innocent? Or is it murder? Because of external conditions, it's not murder?" Beautiful.Souls from a world that had been baptized by various hypocritical laws and the thoughts of the Holy Mother of the White Zuo even liked the assassin's remarks from the bottom of their hearts.Because he knew that this was almost an unanswerable discussion.

Sure enough, the Red Guard hesitated. His faith and conduct prevented him from opening his eyes and telling lies and believing that these people in Markas were completely innocent. Otherwise, the old people, children, women, and even clergy who died in their hands would be dead again. To whom should I pray for justice?
"I don't think...but..." Islaan was even a little frustrated.

Solini knew that her companion was not a very eloquent person, but seeing him being so embarrassed by the one-eyed assassin, she couldn't help but feel angry, "That's enough, isn't the most important thing for us now to find a way to stop this?" Is it a tragedy?" She said sadly: "At least we shouldn't let Du...Dulan's sacrifice become meaningless."

Turka felt that what the huntress said made sense.Their target should be Molag Bal, who caused all this, so they raised their hands to stop their quarrel.And he had a lot to consider: Although Molag Bal's soul fragment seemed to be sealed by him again, he knew that time was running out and he had to think of a way to completely solve this trouble that gave him a headache.

In addition...

"Where are they?" Turka murmured to himself amid everyone's puzzled gazes. "In such chaos, are they still alive?"

"Who?" Islaan cast a grateful look at the huntress and asked.

Others also gave him questioning looks.

Turka didn't answer.He immersed his spiritual consciousness into Nirn's ubiquitous earth bones, praying for the help of the world's creation power, but the message he received was murky.So, feeling slightly anxious, he hugged Earth Bone and recited a powerful spell.

"Tran Quilitans Gollup"

Islaan and the others saw in amazement that as the mysterious demigod finished his last words, a bright but soft light cyan magical aura emerged from his palm and quickly enveloped the entire city.

"What happened..." the Red Guard who was swept by the red light muttered, "I feel strange..." He put away the giant sword and looked calm.

Nargis struggled a little, but finally showed the most harmless expression he had seen in these days, "Calm down." He said.The tone is straightforward and without any waves.

The ladies behaved even more unbearably. They smiled and looked at the guards on the ground softly, as if they were seeing friends they had known for a long time.

Turka's expression changed slightly, and the stars in his eyes flickered, but he soon calmed down. "Calm? No no, it's just a little magic-" he muttered.

*****
Turka and the others strolled through Markarth, which had almost changed. They saw corpses of people lying on the ground everywhere, including old people, children, men, and women; there were Nords, Empires, half-elves, and even Forsworn, the ratios between the two sides are almost the same. It seems that under the shroud of magic, the definition of friend and foe becomes meaningless.

Houses were burned, shops were looted, and innocent people were pulled out and beheaded; in addition, due to Turka's battle with the ancient red dragon, the mountain of Zhudaqi Mountain where Markas was located cracked, and huge rocks fell. It even smashed the city into ruins.

A guard stood blankly in front of a knocked down sentry post, his eyes blank.He held a curled long sword tightly in his hand, and the armor on his body was covered with filthy blood, whether it was his own or the enemy's.

In front of him stood a man dressed as a Forsworn.

The expressions of the two of them were similar, and they both looked at each other blankly.And around them, there were the corpses of Markarth guards and residents, as well as the Forsworn, with different death conditions, and it was too horrible to look at.

In front of a mill, a farmer held half of his finger in his mouth. His enemy was a middle-aged man dressed as a resident of Markas. He also had half of a human organ in his mouth, which was stained with blood.——The farmer The head was bleeding profusely, and it looked like his ear had been bitten off.

In addition, around them, there were several victims of different identities lying, one of whom was a young one, which made everyone feel sad.

However, they continued on and passed through a square.

The situation here is even worse.

I saw that the square was filled with the corpses of groups of guards and invading Forsworn. Their expressions were distorted, and their death conditions were extremely miserable.Compared with here, hell seems not so scary.

In the center of the square, several huge winter bears fell among the crowd. Countless sharp spears and swords were inserted into their bodies. The most miserable one even had its intestines flowing out, and blood flowed all over the floor. .Obviously, these huge beasts are the war beasts raised by the Angry Palm tribe.Such giant bears can be found all over Markarth, and they die in different ways. Some even die at the mouths of their own tribe.

"Evil is rampant in the world today."

Along the way, Islaan and the others witnessed all the horrific atrocities that humans can commit. The follower of Standal murmured to himself, but his expression looked very calm.

This twisted scene, like schizophrenia, happens to everyone who is still alive.

Many people stared at each other blankly, motionless.

They stood in front of the palace, on the square, in the city gate, and in the house, quietly watching the few people walking among the corpses.

Turka was a little embarrassed. The effect of the spell was unexpectedly good, and the battle subsided in a strange way.Everyone - including the Red Guards - looked peaceful and peaceful, as if all the fighting had never happened.

But what they saw in front of them clearly told them that terrible atrocities had indeed swept through this ancient stone city in the border area.

Finally, Turka and his companions arrived at the stone inn.

The bronze door of the hotel was open like this, and there seemed to be almost no sound inside.There were only a few corpses with heads, chests and abdomen cut open by weapons, lying in the cold wind.The blood under these Forsaken-looking corpses had already condensed, turning a disgusting purple-black color.This proves that they have been dead for some time.

Turka listened carefully, and soon he heard some kind of regular beating.He raised his eyebrows, stepped over the corpses on the ground, and strode into the Silver Blood Inn.

Then he saw the dead old farmer.

Old Savius ​​had a long sword stuck in his chest. It was difficult to tell whether his expression was anger or relief, but what was certain was that his death must have been painful, because his blue eyes did not close until he died.

The farmer's wife hugged him, tears still hanging in her eyes, but her expression looked calm and peaceful.She stared blankly at her husband in her arms, as if looking at a stranger.

"Excuse me, madam, I'm late." Turka shook his head and said to the kind farmer's wife.

Old Savius' wife raised her head and said in a calm tone: "Turka? You are still alive? This is great."

Faced with the sudden intrusion of several people, the inn owner Claybo looked at them doubtfully, as if he was struggling with how to entertain them: "This guest..."

Obviously he still remembered Turka, but the effect of the spell made it difficult for him to express more: "Is this how you came here?"

"The battle is over." Turka saw that the hotel had obviously suffered some degree of damage. Several corpses were lying on the ground. One of them, a man dressed like a businessman, was leaning against the wall with his face and chest covered in wounds. It exploded, and the bloody sight was stomach-churning.Turka recognized him. He remembered that when he and old Savius' son checked into this hotel, he was among the people watching the excitement in the hall.But looking at it now——

"Now, maybe we should let things go back to the way they were."

"Ah." The innkeeper said calmly, "Then what should we do?"

"It's not very difficult," under the dim flickering candlelight, the powerful dragonborn from another world said, his expression as relaxed as if he were going to the market to buy a basket of freshly baked bread, "just a simple miracle."

*****
"God says that everything that passes away will return!"

——"Music of the Gods·Volume [-]·Part [-]" Anonymous Book