A gray figure stood on the high rock, looking at the world below. He was tall and muscular, with stars in his eyes that did not belong to this world. His long black hair was braided around his handsome face, and his long hair was tied back with a delicate crown on his forehead. The sun was shining directly over his head, and his skin shone in the light.
He is like a king.
Luogatus was filled with wonder again. But then, the young farmer blushed and called out the name of Talos in his heart, feeling ashamed of his far-fetched thoughts.
The Nords have only one king.
Logatus glanced at the man on top of the rock peak again, but the enthusiasm in his heart wavered.
Turka didn't know the young farmer's inner belief was wavering. His sharp eyes examined the scene below. From this position, you have a panoramic view of the avenue below and the surrounding mountains. Not to mention the official road that runs through the sky. As the Forsworn became more active, the caravans from Falkreath and Snowman gradually disappeared, and there were only a few pedestrians on the road. Even though Markas in the frontier territory is rich in silver mines, which are rare in the sky, compared with thieves who want lives, it seems that the benefits are not enough to make them excited.
After all, those Forsworn who were driven into the backcountry by the ancient Nords were really cannibals - regarding the Forsworn cannibalism, Forsworn Cultural Research and Imperial Researcher Arianus Arios wrote in his It is described in the book "The Rich People of the Frontier Territory". Since the content in the book is too shocking, we won’t list them all here.
Of course, in the book, Arrianus also clearly stated that the Forsworn ≠ Reacher.
"Do you want to know who the Forsworn are? We are the ones forced to plunder our own lands and burn our own yards. We are the scourge of the Nords, the handaxes cut in the dark, to whom your souls belong The last scream heard by the gods before. We are the true children of the frontier people. The spirits and witches have lived here from the beginning and they are with us. Go back. Go back and tell your empire that we will Rebuild your kingdom. When that day comes, we will bury you in a land that is no longer yours."
This is what Arrianus quoted from one of his Forsworn 'friends'. It can be seen from this that these warriors who refused to surrender to the Nords felt a sincere hatred and hatred for the Empire and all those who were not Forsworn to some extent.
Therefore, even though it is known that Markarth in the frontier territory continuously produces coveted silver, as the road to the east becomes increasingly dangerous, the business travelers who dare to come to Markarth, located on the southwest border of Skyrim, are still visible to the naked eye. of rarity.
Although caravans from Dugu City and Windhelm City are still arriving in the border area from time to time. Because one of them represents the High King of Skyrim, the king of all the sons of Skyrim; the other is the Giant Bear of the East, a powerful Nord hero. The heroic soldiers under their command can still make these traitors who are always thinking about taking back the land of their ancestors slightly fearful. The trade route from the north is still open, but according to Turka's observations these days, it won't last long.
And this has caused growing unrest in the city of Markas. People discovered that with the reduction of trade routes in the east, people's daily necessities were also in short supply, and riots occurred from time to time. Bloody incidents followed one after another, and coupled with the activity of certain spies, the entire city of Markas was like a volcano about to erupt.
Old Dandis complained more than once that the guards began to collect more taxes from the people in the frontier territory. The reason was that war could break out at any time, and the nobles and powerful people in the city must recruit more soldiers to protect everyone.
In fact, the old farmer said bluntly: "They just want to deprive us of every gold coin. As for our life and death, they don't care."
Thinking of the old farmer's angry but helpless look when he said this, Turka could not help but feel a smile in his heart. But then he calmed down again.
In any case, the Savius family gave him a helping hand when he needed it most. In the past two months, Turka learned a lot of basic knowledge about Tamriel from them. , such as language, belief, etc., therefore, he must ensure the safety of their family in this chaotic situation.
You show kindness, and I return kindness.
Turka thought so.
In fact, he had been waiting during this period.
As for what to wait for.
Turka looked up at the 'sun' of Mendas' world, feeling neither sad nor happy, but thoughtful. He remembered that there was no big music here.
In other words, those legendary Prince Daedra and the Nine Holy Spirits may indeed be powerful, but they still cannot see through their fate! And his plan could succeed.
In fact, he can feel the world's rejection of him, or in other words, as the soul of the earth, Alda's body has now arrived on Nirn, and he naturally has the CHIM attribute. And this is the key to becoming a god.
At that time, snowflakes were swirling through his hair under the strong wind. Turka lowered his head, no one could see through his inner thoughts.
The Sky Sanctuary Temple, about a hundred miles east of here, is looming in the mist. The blessing of the Creator God from another world is still valid on the continent of Tamriel, and Turka can even see it. The huge stone pillars in front of the temple glowed gray in the morning light. It seemed like something about the coexistence of the two worlds was reinforced in this moment.
But at the same time, the differences between the two worlds are weakened or even disappeared. Among them, the most obvious thing is that the little illusion skills he learned from elves have no effect here. His eyes could not be concealed by magic, but revealed for what they were. But fortunately, there are strange races such as Argonians and Khajiits on the continent of Tamriel, and Turka Aracano's golden vertical pupils will not be regarded as alien here.
On the contrary, the old farmer's family even thought for a time that he was the result of a giant and a vigorous Argonian in the Black Swamp - in fact, it was not until a long time later that Turka learned about this extreme fact from the mouth of little Logatus. Discourteous thoughts. 2. This also earned him the bandit nickname "Misbird". In Nordic, it means half-breed.
Turka still remembers the horrified look in the eyes of old Dandis, his wife, the amiable Istridi, and little Logatus when he knocked on the wooden door of the farmer's family on that night of the Frost Moon.
Maybe they thought they were some kind of vampire prince.
Turka looked eastward while thinking back on everything that had happened to him in the past two months. Among them, the most important thing is, what are the reasons and conditions for him to travel through time?
"If there is a system, please say something." Turka couldn't help but murmured in a long-lost language for the 2,592,000th time.
But unfortunately, the only response he received was the howling cold wind in the sky. Genales couldn't even help but blow him with wind. If the god of wind and atmosphere mentioned by the Nords really noticed that Nirn had such an unexpected addition.
As if responding to him, a voice came from under his feet, "Turka, what did you say?" It was Logatus, the son of old Dandis.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
Turka lowered his head and smiled, but did not answer.
Then he looked up into the distance again. Wherever he could see, he saw groups of savages wearing simple furs and war gear, with various strange markings on their faces, filing out of the Kas Peak mentioned by Old Dandis, howling like wolves. With a roar like that, under the leadership of a priest-looking guy, some kind of bloody ritual was performed.
They pushed innocent people out of the dungeon, skinned them, dug out their internal organs, and smeared blood on their faces and bodies. Their cruel and bloody mutilation was horrifying. And every Forsworn who was coated with foul-smelling blood howled fervently, like an animal.
And the innocent people they captured from the mountains or sneaked into the villages at night were often skinned and had their hearts ripped out alive. Even when those disgusting guys smeared their blood on their bodies, these people might not have died. They screamed pitifully, from loud to quiet, until they were completely dead. This happened more than once.
Then, he saw several evil creatures coming out of the dark cave. They had the claws and feathers of birds, but they also had human bodies and ugly old faces. They walked into the crowd and cast some evil magic on the strongest of these guys. They took out their hearts and replaced them with something similar to a thorn fruit. Then heal them.
As a result, these Forsworn people who had been implanted with some strange magic items quickly stood up from the stone platform in front of the temple, without any appearance of having their hearts ripped out.
And these humans who had been cast with some kind of evil magic raised their axes and swords, and howled like wolves at their fellow humans below, triggering a new round of roars. The entire Kas Peak was trembling at the primitive, bloodthirsty, and savage roars of these guys.
At that moment, Turka seemed to see the sky being covered by a shifting darkness. This tide swept across the land, overflowing the houses, leaving only ruins.
And as if aware of Turka's sight, one of the monsters with bird limbs and human body suddenly turned back and looked at the mountain to the west. Their clan gained great power from blood and hunting princes, and are extremely sensitive to malice and prying eyes. Coupled with their own magical skills, the monster discovered Turka hiding far away.
She let out some horrible howl, like a crow, like iron sand grinding against tiles, unbearable.
The Forsworn below had no idea what was going on.
The monster pointed at the mountain peak a hundred miles away and said something to the Thornhearts (the Forsworn after the heart change) leading it. They immediately roared and hurriedly led the evil guys out of their camp, along the pipeline in broad daylight, towards Mount Aidoin to the west.
They were noisy, rude, and disorderly, more like savages than products of civilization. It's hard to believe that they were once part of the human race. They walked through the long pipeline, burning, killing and looting along the way, alarming many people.
in the north.
Near the pass of Neixiang, Dru Adaqi, a strong man with bulging muscles, gray hair and beard, sharp and majestic eyes, said angrily: "What? Those stupid guys actually Attacked without authorization? May the Void Lady swallow their pig brains!"
Mednach was originally just an ordinary Reach person, but after years of escaping and fighting, eventually, Mednach, who was called the Tattered King by later generations, became the name of the Reach people in the entire southwestern border of Skyrim. leader.
He saw that the war between the empire and Summerset Island consumed most of the imperial capital's power, and dissatisfaction with the empire's high-pressure rule began to erupt in many provinces. Especially Hammerfell. Due to the Empire's order to retreat from Skaven, most of Hammerfell was effectively ceded to Summerset Island, which triggered a huge independence war among the Redguards of Hammerfell.
And the empire transferred the legions stationed in Solitude to Cyrodiil, and recruited a large part of the Nord militia, which caused the virtual emptiness in the sky. Mednach immediately felt that the time had come to regain the Frontier Territory, the ancestral land passed down from generation to generation among the Reach population.
Therefore, he spent many years trying to integrate the various Rechi tribes in the frontier territory and persuade them to join forces to attack the increasingly chaotic and weakened city of Markas.
In fact, his plan has the support of many people. There are even a lot of really powerful guys among them. However, due to certain reasons, these cunning and despicable careerists and speculators were unwilling to openly support him. Instead, they secretly used certain intelligence and transactions to move between the Empire and Reach.
In this regard, Meidenach naturally understood. If you can believe the words of politicians and nobles, then pigs can also climb trees.
I just need them to stand up against me unambiguously.
As for the transaction.
Only the winner deserves to negotiate a deal.
Mednach thought so.
The Lady of the Void in his mouth is Namira, one of the Daedra kings, the goddess of souls and decay. According to Reach's version of the creation myth, Lorkhan convinced Namira to create a difficult and painful world in her void, representing the spirit. Hircine, on the other hand, trades pain to make the Reach strong and then make others suffer (such as werewolf transformation), representing the physical body. ——This conclusion comes from the book "The Reachmen of the Frontier Territory", whose author is Arianus Arios of the Forsworn Cultural Research and Imperial Researchers Association.
Originally, both sides had 'negotiated' terms, and the 'insiders' in the city assured him that if the Forsworn army came to the city, the door of Markarth would definitely be open to him. But a sudden accident cast a shadow on Mednach's plan.
Mednach paced back and forth anxiously, and a certain kind of solemn pressure filled the leader's tent. Suddenly, Mednach stopped and asked his subordinates who came to report, "How many days did they set out?"
"Two days." The subordinate replied.
Mednach's face changed for a while. Finally, the leader of the Reach people gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Everyone! Leave all unnecessary things behind, take only swords and axes, and march towards Markas!"
The people who responded to him were the treacherous and Forsworn militia that countless Nords called them.
