Similarly, for the lords who are eager to deal with the threat of Alduin, drinking and boxing are also the best ways to prove their courage and ability.
"Ogra. I want to apologize to you first." The memory copied by the lord is correct.
"To make me show mercy?" A trace of panic flashed in Ogra Stormfist's eyes.
"No, just to say goodbye without saying goodbye." The lord apologized sincerely.
"Okay, my Lord Baron. I accept your farewell without saying goodbye, but I don't accept your apology." Ogra Stormfist shook his fist slightly: "Come on, prove that you are worthy of what is in front of you. everything."
"Okay, Ogra." The lord has finished what he needs to say.
"Wait a moment." Afraid of accidentally breaking the lord, Ogra Storm Fist tried punching a few times and started to wrap a bandage on his fist.
On the other side of the field, Meera Stormcloak, who had gotten up early, was also making final preparations for the Lord. Meera Stormcloak, who took a pleasant bath with the lord, was filled with evil fire. She was obviously in love with her.
"Is it tight?" Meera Stormcloak asked the Lord softly as she tried to make a fist.
"Tight." Meera Stormcloak understood the Lord's smile instantly. This was obviously a compliment to her.
"Would you like to relax a little?" Meera Stormcloak stroked her bandaged fist.
"No need." The Lord Lord was sure of victory.
Lord Lord, you and I are fighting here, making Ogra Stormfist's eyes sparkle. She obviously missed a lot in preparation for this boxing match.
So as soon as the drums hit the ground, Ogra's Storm Fist roared in.
The Lord shunned him sideways. Ogra, who had been prepared for a long time, took advantage of the situation and pushed his shoulder, breaking through the lord's defense. Taking advantage of the wide opening of the middle door, he chased and delivered an uppercut.
Continuous attack skills, smooth and smooth, impossible to guard against.
If it had been just before the battle, the lord would have been sent flying by this rising dragon punch. At this moment, Wu Chen, who has absorbed and integrated all the memory copies related to it, is already familiar with Ogra's Storm Fist. It also predicts her combos in advance.
Staggering back, he pressed his palms down and wrapped the Shenglong Fist in his palms. He braced his arms against the force of the fist, and his whole body was shot into the air like a kite with its string cut off.
Looking up at his opponent's flight trajectory, Ogra strode towards the landing point. Storm Fist grabbed a position and blasted out in advance.
Before the lord lands, he will be punched away. As you can imagine, even Meera Stormcloak didn't dare to look at it.
However, amidst the exclamations of the female warriors onlookers, a white figure rolled to the ground. Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Ogra Storm Fist, who was so menacing just a moment ago?
"What happened?" The female warriors looked at each other.
What's even more frightening is that half of his suit was shattered, and Ogra Storm Fist, which was full of electricity, was lying on his back like this, completely losing the strength to fight anymore.
Like a snow-white lamb waiting to be slaughtered, she was allowed to be carried out of the arena by the man she was fighting against. The Lord is ready to receive his victory reward. Of course, it is also the penalty for defeat of Ogra Stormfist.
"You bastard, put me down quickly."
"Pa—" "Don't move."
The two Valkyries who had been mixed in the crowd also walked out of the arena.
"How was Ogra defeated?" Meera Stormcloak couldn't help but ask.
"No one can defeat my master in Sognard." Valkyrie Sweeneyhild replied calmly.
"So that's really the case." Meera Stormcloak suddenly thought of a widely circulated rumor in Songard: "Besides us banished women, who else did the Baron blaspheme?"
"It won't be a goddess anyway." Valkyrie Victoria said with the same firmness.
Until the ancient vine goddess Danika Jiechun gave a convincing answer: "From the essence of Sognard's divine realm, all Nord heroic spirits who died holding a sword are a piece of 'divine skin' of the goddess Genei. .This is also the reason why the goddess never comes (physically)."
"We are all the 'skin' of the goddess." Meera Stormcloak seemed to understand.
The Nords who die with their swords in hand will join Sognard's never-ending carnival.
This also means that in this eternal kingdom, there is no concept of time. There isn’t even the change of seasons or the alternation of day and night. But one can still feel the "circle of cause and effect." It's like finishing a glass of wine or finishing a boxing match. But this is not a flow of time, but a cycle of cause and effect.
After standing in front of Ogra Stormfist's tent for a long time, Mera Stormcloak finally lifted the curtain and entered after the movement inside completely subsided.
The obedient Ogra Stormfist was wrapped in thick fur and sleeping soundly, revealing a large area of his smooth back. The wind was light and the clouds were clear, and the Lord, under a clear sky, was getting dressed under the service of the ancient vine goddess Danica Jiechun and the two Valkyries.
"We still need a general." Meera Stormcloak said empathetically.
"Who is she?" the lord asked with a smile.
"Erica Skjomel." Meera Stormcloak gave her name.
"Ah, the girl lord of Falkreath." The lord's adventure memory was activated again.
As we all know, Falkreath, one of the nine capitals of Skyrim, has always been famous for death. It has the largest cemetery in Skyrim, where fallen warriors from the Mythic Era to the Fourth Age are buried. In the distant mythological era, the Neder were the earliest aborigines in the Falkreath region, and the forest king Kostic ruled this area. It is unknown whether the city of Falkreath was built at that time. But according to common sense, a king must have a place to rule.
The surviving documents indicate that Bjarfrud Skjoralmor built what is now Falkreath in the First Age, but he built it on the foundations of a Neder city, or Whether they built after razing their cities or building on a blank slate is unknown. According to legend, Biafrud drove away ferocious beasts and cut down trees to build a city, and became the first lord of Falkreath.
In 2E 431, High King Logroof of Skyrim was assassinated, and the question of the successor to the throne split Skyrim into two. Falkreath supported Swart as High King and joined West Skyrim.
After the siege of Orsinium, many orcs scattered across northwest Skyrim, including Falkreath. The orc hero Yashnag gro-Yazgu led his people across the Jellal Mountains to Falkreath Forest and established an emirate. Soon he pointed his troops towards Falkreath. Due to the silence and inaction of Swart, High King of Western Skyrim, Yanshnag killed the isolated Lord Falkreath and captured the city. But Hakkvild, the lord's son, is determined to take revenge. He challenged the champions of Yashnag, as well as himself, and eventually defeated them one by one, regaining Falkreath and earning the great name Hakkvild Yashnag-Slayer. When the chiefdom of Janshnag was destroyed in 2E 467, the remaining orcs returned to their home in the Wrothgar Mountains of High Rock.
Falkreath was rebuilt under the rule of the Slayer Lord Harkwilder Yanshnagg.
