Starry Night and Moon.
Wednesday.
at dusk.
Turka and little Logatus returned to the farm of Savius.
"Dandis, it's time for you to make a decision." Turka spoke slowly, with a slow but decisive tone, which almost made Logatus fall in love with him, because he should never talk to the old man like this. "There are so many of them that a battle is inevitable. But you only have one, two, or three of them." He glanced at little Logatus, making the farmer's son blush again, "They won't let it go. Here, they're going to destroy this place like a flood over a dike. Yeah, I can feel it."
"Then I will let them know that the swords of the Nords are no slower than theirs!" Old Dandis said angrily, his palms with thick knuckles tightly holding an iron long sword, as if he could explode at any time , chop off someone's head. Just like he did when he was young.
The farmer's wife looked at him worriedly and hesitated to speak.
Little Logatus even felt eager to give it a try. Young people always think that war is just a game for heroes. The enemy will be knocked down casually like the stories told by the bards, and then the heroes will return victorious. However, they do not know that what they are facing is not a country farmer. A play between children, but a cruel and bloody massacre, a life-or-death decision.
"Don't be stupid." Turka said, a ray of light flashed in his golden vertical pupils, and the fire in the fireplace suddenly lit up, making a crackling sound and sparks blooming. "Recklessness does not mean bravery, and stubbornness does not mean perseverance. A wise man should know when to fight and when to give up. You alone cannot protect your family, if you really love them."
Dandis stared closely at the big guy he 'picked up' two months ago, gasping in anger. Turka looked at him without flinching, majestic and determined. So, the old farmer gave in, and he dejectedly let go of the old iron sword in his hand. "Then what can I do?" he said, "The Savius family has been here since my father. I am struggling to make a living in the poor countryside, just like an old scalper who works diligently from day to day and stops at sunset. It took a lot of effort to create this land that belongs to us. I can't abandon it like this! This will kill me. Life!"
The farmer's wife breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that her husband had been persuaded, but men, their stubbornness made them ridiculously insistent and unwilling to lower their arrogant heads even though they knew it was impossible.
but.
The peasant woman wisely did not expose her husband's stubbornness, but looked at her husband and son with a smile.
"Life is the most important thing." Turka withdrew his intimidating eyes and became kind again. His side face shone in the firelight, and his giant-like body even cast a shadow on the roof. , "There will be a day to come back after leaving you, but if you stay here stupidly, then in the end you will leave nothing behind, neither your family nor everything you have fought for."
"The guards will protect us!" Little Logatus couldn't help shouting: "The city lord has summoned many soldiers, and many people have entered the city, just like little Eric of the Akers family! They will protect us!"
Both Dandis and Turka selectively ignored him. Ah, little Logatus, he may have inherited old Dondis in appearance and strength, but obviously, his brain does not seem to have inherited old Dondis’ shrewdness and caution. He is always violent and irritable, but also Regardless of the consequences.
"The Beauty of the Sun and the Moon"
Of course, this is very Nordic. After all, being reckless is the way of the son of Tianji.
But for the old Tangdis, who is older and more experienced, Turka's suggestion is wise. If the Forsworn is really as violent and violent as he said, then the city between East Reach and Markarth Savius Farm, which is next to the only stone bridge in the world, will definitely not be able to avoid the baptism of war. No matter the nobles in the city or the Forsworn who have a blood feud with the Nords, they will not let go of such a 'strategic location'.
So he sighed and said: "Then so be it. Let us leave and go to Markarth."
Little Logatus was very angry, feeling that they underestimated him too much. But facing his father and Turka, his beloved and feared friends, little Logatus did not dare to object openly.
"Shul! Songard! I will never be a deserter!" He muttered some words of inspiration.
Turka didn't think this was a good idea. All wars ultimately end with the occupation of the enemy's castle and fortress (except sometimes when one side deliberately allows the other side to occupy their fortress - in fact, in the following year, Emperor Mede II deliberately gave up The Imperial Capital retained most of its troops, and then joined forces with the Skyrim Legion led by General Jonna, and finally launched a counterattack, annihilating the ancestral Divine State army that invaded Cyrodiil, thereby ending this huge war. Then we signed known as the Platinum Agreement). The enemy has started a war. As the capital of the Frontier Territory, Markas City is not safe.
But O Ilúvatar. As a civilian, what can you do to the old Tandis family in the next war?
The wilds of Tamriel are dangerous. Not only are there all kinds of bandits and bandits, but there are also dangerous creatures such as saber-toothed tigers, bears, wolves, mammoths, and giants!
Moreover, this is a continent where magic and miracles go hand in hand. As a weak human being, you have no idea whether you will be killed by a wolf kiss first, or whether you will be captured by a believer of an evil god and have your heart ripped out and your lungs ripped out as a sacrifice. To the Daedra princes hiding in Oblivion.
More importantly, the road to the east has been blocked by the Forsworn; Hammerfell to the southwest is also at war; High Rock to the northwest is not peaceful either; and the road to Solitude in the north is either in the mountains, or is also located in Switzerland. Chi Ren's control. So, eventually Turka shut up and stopped talking about it.
So be it. he thought. At least hiding within the human stone wall, the old farmer and his family did not have to endure the snow, snow and hunger in the sky.
But at the same time, the evil eyes he saw during the day seemed to appear in front of his eyes. He touched his heart that was beating wildly, and a voice told him vaguely: No, this trip will definitely not be peaceful.
So far, Turka has not really seen the combat power of this world, and does not think it is a good idea to challenge ten thousand with one. At least, the bird-like and human-like monsters he saw on Kas Peak during the day had abilities similar to those of wizards. Moreover, the rituals performed by those priests did not look like what a kind god should have. He did not want to attract the attention of those superior beings in this world at this stage.
Maybe in the near future, he will. but not now.
he thought.
But will fate really go as he wishes?
The night on Nirn is breathtakingly beautiful. The original creation spirits (Et'Ada) left the "corridor" left in the world of Mendas and turned into stars. They were completely different from other worlds, but emitted colorful light. But mortals can't see it, they can only see the aurora-like light band in the sky. The huge tunnel that Magnus crashed into when escaping changed from the light of day to the deep, and two moons, which were rumored to have been transformed from Lork Khan's body, hung high in the sky, one to the west and one to the east.
The old farmer's family packed up everything they could take overnight, loaded it into a four-wheeled carriage, and left the farm that the Savius family had worked hard for nearly a hundred years.
The border area seemed extremely quiet, and the howling cold wind blew against his face like a knife. The old horse was walking in half a palm's worth of snow, with hot air spraying from its black nostrils. There were too many things in the car, most of which were flour and grain. There's also some ale and black thorn wine. Old Tang Dis bought it from a traveling merchant in Rift Valley City and rarely drank it on weekdays. Even if little Logatus wanted to take a sip, he would be beaten with the thick wooden stick. In his words, unless it is a major festival, drinking even a little bit is a sacrilege.
On top of the mountains of food and belongings were the various kinds of furs that Turka had hunted and skinned during this time. There's even a whole snow bear skin among them. It tried to break into Savius' farm one night, but Turka broke its neck forcefully and became one of his trophies.
It was only then that the farmer and his family realized that the uninvited guest they met that night had such terrifying power.
Shur!
Old Dandis felt that even the most heroic Nord warriors could not compete with him in strength. He indeed has giant blood. The farmer and his wife murmured secretly more than once. And every time this happens, his wife will comfort him with a smile and say: At least he has no ill intentions towards us, right?
It was also from that time that little Logatus' worship of Turka reached new heights. He begged his friend more than once to teach him hunting and fighting skills, but Turka politely refused. As he put it, he taught the techniques, but as for combat, he hoped the farmer's son would never have to encounter it in his life.
Thinking of his son who always dissatisfied him, Old Tang Dis couldn't help feeling annoyed again. Now that I go to Marcus, I don’t know how much trouble he will cause for me. Ah, the old farmer has never forgotten that there are many young Nords and Reachers from the frontier community gathered in the city. They are always causing trouble every day with nothing to do. A small misunderstanding may lead to conflicts and even bloodshed. This is really normal for the warlike and reckless Nords.
Then, the farmer was thankful that the snow stopped this evening, otherwise they would have been even more difficult to move.
He watched sadly as the old horse at home walked slowly and hard on the snow-covered road, worried that it might collapse next moment.
But in fact, the carriage was going very steadily. Because whenever the old farmer and his family encountered bumpy ground, Turka Aracano would always be shocked to pick up the wheels of the carriage and lift them over.
Gradually, Markarth City is getting closer. As the sky gradually deepens, the towering shadow of the Crack Mountains has appeared in the eyes of the farmer's family. Turka has even seen the city of Markarth, which is said to be the ruins of the Dwemer.
Unlike the architectural style of the dwarves in Arda, Markarth was built against the mountains. A large part of it is on the surface, and the part deep underground cannot be seen by ordinary people. The most famous of these is the Fortress under the Stone, the official residence of the frontier lord.
Rumor has it that there is a Dwemer relic left in the Stonefortress. The magician from Winterhold stayed up all night researching, digging out all the knowledge and legends of the ancient Dwemer civilization.
And gray is the main color of Markarth, which is the color of rock. All the buildings in the city are made of huge rocks and hollowed mountains. The tallest among them is the Dibella Temple located in the center of the city.
This is the most popular goddess among the Nine Holy Spirits, the god of art and beauty. She once helped Pelinar defeat the elven warlock Umalil and overthrow the elven rule of the First Age - the legendary Saint Alesia Rebellion.
The braziers on both sides of the temple gate are burning all year round and can be seen even from a distance. Some people have said that this indicates that the god of art and beauty will forever protect this majestic city in the borderland.
But in Turka's view, although the towering Crack Mountain is its natural defense line, the brass-cast gate is strong and intimidating. On the towers on both sides, guards stayed awake all night long, their faces flickering in the light of torches and braziers. But no matter how strong a fortress is, it often fails from within, and even Minas Tirith is no exception.
In particular, whenever Turka looked at the stone city, which had different styles but each had its own merits, a certain uneasiness surged into his heart, as if there was a terrifying and extremely ferocious monster lurking inside.
"Sure enough, no matter where you go, darkness will never die out." Turka shook his head slightly.
At this time, Old Tang Dis also discovered that there are many smart people in the world. The Savius family was not the only ones aware of the outbreak of war. When Old Tang Dis drove the carriage slowly to the first outpost, he found that a large number of farmers, miners, and tanners had gathered here.
They all rushed to Markas with their families, praying that the magnificent stone city could protect them. Many people even had only a thin set of clothes, and the cold wind blew through their weather-beaten faces, hands and feet, making them look miserable and pitiful. Nords can withstand cold, but no one can resist warmth. But apart from their empty pockets, they had almost no money.
He even saw the Attius family from the Left Hand Mine in the crowd.
The Left Hand Mine is mainly rich in iron ore and some associated gold mines. It is the largest mine in the Frontier Territory besides the Sidana Mine and the Koskeg Mine. The Scacchi family holds ownership of the Left Hand Mine. They have a pretty good relationship with the Savius family.
But Old Dandis did not see anyone from the Skachi family in the crowd, only a large group of miners and the Attius family, the supervisor we mentioned earlier.
I saw that the guards at the outpost were checking the fleeing people angrily and dissatisfiedly, and it would not be their turn for a while. Old Dandis drove the carriage to the carriage of Atius and his family that was parked nearby.
"Shure, have you got the news too?" The two parties met at the fork in the road and started chatting.
Wall of the Attius family also saw the old farmer, and he shouted in surprise, "Old Dantes, my friend!" The two of them jumped out of the carriage and held hands and talked happily.
During this period, the little eyes of the Attius son's son turned to Turka in a cloak from time to time, his little face full of fear and curiosity.
In fact, when the old farmer's family arrived, Turka immediately attracted everyone's attention like he stood out from the crowd. The guards at the outpost even woke up their commander and pointed at the alien dragonborn standing in the darkness.
Finally, the officer led two guards, pushed through the crowd, and came to the Savius family's carriage.
"Hey, you. Yes, that's you. Do I know you?"
