"First build the Roaring Peak into a sanctuary for the Nords to teach the dragon roar." The Lord already had a preliminary idea: "Then, carve the 'Circle of Life and Time' into the new Songgard , filling the empty rough stone of the Snow Tower. The Wound of the World will become the true Throat of the World, delivering the 'Ring of Life and Time'."
Although the Lord is just a preliminary idea, "The Exorcist" Isgramor still understood: "Ah, through the connection of the "Ring of Life and Time", you will connect the earthly bones of Jinai and the divine realm of Jinei. (Songard) and the Snow Tower carved into a new law.”
"Yes, at that time, 'Songard' was Gene's 'brain', Inofi's bones were Gene's 'body', the 'Throat of the World' was Gene's mouthpiece, and the 'Ring of Life and Time' was The binding and binding of divinity (matter and spirit). If necessary, I can..."
"Through the "bracelet" of the "ring of life and time", the goddess Gine is summoned to pull out the spike from the tomb (the Roaring Peak) and break through the earth to come to the world. "Jorgen Windcaller also thought of it. In fact, instead of comparing the Roaring Peak to "the spikes of the grave", it is better to say that it is the "umbilical cord of the world."
"Yes, that's it." The lord nodded slightly and signaled the two Valkyries to take care of the five-star dragon lady Alduin: "To be honest, I am more worried about the invisible crisis than the visible crisis at the moment. .”
"We have all heard about the plane traveler." As a Nord hero who can stand side by side with "Herald" Ysgramor, Jorgen Windcaller's wisdom is commendable: "He chose to fight with the first generation of dragonborn Milak merged his soul into a new 'change' just to match your 'change'."
"That's right." The Lord also thought so: "So, in order to forge the last link of the 'Circle of Life and Time', I want to go to the Throat of the World as soon as possible and rescue Paarthurnax, the maker of the Jagged Crown."
"You know there is no time in Songard, only cause and effect." Jorgen Windcaller's expression said it all: "Since you are the 'Shur in the living world', the new master of the Hall of Courage, you should join us in Mead and Iron Fist. orgies. And forgive those of your (Shul) bed-wives who were kicked out of the Hall of Courage by their mistress (Ginet).”
"You're absolutely right, Jorgen." As time passes, the lord really doesn't have to worry.
What are you waiting for. "Shur in this world" is one of the first steps of the Lord's "Third Chimu Path".
Although "the dead cannot be resurrected" is also applicable to the Nord heroic spirits buried in the belly of the dragon. But just like the law of cause and effect that Songard follows, this is not a relief. Or use the words of Ik of the River: "If this is our destined ending, then it's not bad." to explain what the Nords really think when they hold the sword and die. You can also understand the carnival that follows.
Live without fear and die without regrets.
This ending is indeed not bad.
In the mead cup held high by everyone in the Hall of Courage, the Lord sat firmly on Shor's Throne. Become the master of the Hall of Courage.
As the "Shur in this world", he no longer has to worry about whether to compete for the Supreme King of Skyrim.
The Lord's first "Shul Order" from the Hall of Courage was to pardon all the bedwomen he had desecrated. Let them return to the Halls of Courage and enjoy a never-ending feast. Of course, following the lord's practice, the Hall of Courage will also be completely transformed into a multi-story palace and inner and outer castle. It is foreseeable that those Nord heroines who die holding swords will inevitably join the ranks of bed wives sooner or later (please ask, sir, are they the ones who "do one thing and love the other"?)'.
"Maybe in a few hours, I won't be alive anymore.
My comrades and I, as well as the Nords in Skyrim, will join the Imperial Legion in the battle to regain the Imperial Capital (Cyrodiil). Since the troops of the (Third) Ancestor China are huddled in the city, our casualties will definitely be heavy. This is a desperate battle, and if we don't take back the city, we will lose the entire war.
I prayed to Talos last night, hoping that he would give us courage and strength in this upcoming battle. In the freezing hours before sunrise, I sat and wrote down a dream I had not long ago.
I believe that this dream was Talos' answer to my prayer, and that I should convey the revelation contained in this dream to all my friends, who will continue to fight to the end even after I fall.
In my dream, I followed the loud laughter through the fog, which was the joyful carol coming from the north. Soon, the fog cleared. In front of me was a huge rift valley. The water flowed from the edge of the rift valley to the bottom. The sound was like thunder and the bottom was bottomless.
A long bridge made of whale bones appeared in front of me. It was the only way to reach the other side. And I walked up without hesitation.
Not long after walking on the bridge I met a strong and mighty warrior. 'I am Sun, the Lord of Judgment. ’ he introduced himself. His voice was sonorous and powerful, echoing loudly in the mountains that surrounded us.
He waved me through, and I knew I was allowed through because I was a pilgrim (of staunch Nordic faith). As my life goes by I will end up here. Otherwise, according to legend, I must defeat that powerful warrior in a duel to pass.
After crossing the bridge, a bronze castle rising from the ground appeared in front of me. It was so majestic and tall that it could almost touch the clouds. And this made me approach the castle with almost all my strength. I pushed open the oak door of the castle and saw a feast going on in the brightly lit hall inside.
All the famous Nord heroes gathered here, drinking from vats of mead and singing loud war songs. Eating suckling pig (whole cow) cooked on the grill by the blazing fire. My mouth was filled with the taste of mead, and my heart was filled with pride at hearing this ancient war song.
'Go forward with courage! ' yelled an ancient hero sitting on a high wooden chair. He is the legendary Ysgramor, the ancestor of all Nords in Skyrim. I approached him and prostrated myself before him.
'The place you are in is called Sognard, the burial place of heroes; now, tell me why you have come, people of Nord? ' he asked loudly.
'I've come here to seek advice. ’ I answered, ‘Tomorrow we face a desperate battle, and I am filled with fear. '
Ysgramor raised his mead cup, drank the mead in one gulp, and then spoke again.
'Remember that a Nord, a child of Skyrim, is judged "not by the way he lives, but by the way he dies." '
("Pioneer") After saying this, he threw the flag aside, raised his fist and cheered loudly. The rest of the heroes responded with equally loud cheers.
The loud cheers haunted me until I woke up. I called my warriors together and told them what I had dreamed. And all this seemed to encourage them greatly.
The battle horn is sounding and the battle flag has been raised. The moment of decisive battle will surely come. May Talos bless us with today's victory, and if I die in battle, may I return to that sacred burial place again. ”——“A Dream Of Sovngarde·by Skardan Free-Winter”.
