Ganma personally took down a steel crossbow with a metallic shine from a weapons rack next to the forge and handed it to Islaan. "Compared to the previous one, this machine crossbow can fire two crossbow arrows in succession, with a higher attack speed." The blacksmith said.
Islaan carefully looked at the killing weapon in his hand. He could even see the butter smeared on it, and the bowstring was made of steel wire, which had greater penetrating power than the previous animal tendons.
"Very well, we need four," said Islaan. Standal is not opposed to killing, because justice without strong force to maintain it is just a phantom on the duckweed, and there is no way to talk about it. As for mercy and kindness, they come after justice.
"Three." Dulan said solemnly.
Solini even rolled her eyes, but she didn't say anything. Because everyone knows that although ascetics and ordinary vigilantes share the belief in the Lord of Justice, Mercy and Mercy, there is still a big difference in the behavior between the two parties. Just out of friendship between companions, the female Nord decided not to despise his persistence.
"Two handfuls." Xi Lang said. The Bretons were not those stubborn knights, but as a flexible swordsman and sorcerer who wandered on the flanks of warriors, his hands were already occupied by swords and magic, and he really could no longer operate a crossbow.
Israan agreed. Then they took more crossbows, battle axes, war hammers, and a series of sophisticated weapons such as two-handed (one-handed) swords. They were all well maintained with butter by the blacksmiths, and there were few weapons better than them, except those forged in the Skyforges of Snowrun. In addition, they also chose light and strong chainmail armor and cloaks - in the wilds of Skyrim, heavy armor is not a good choice for adventurers. Perhaps heavy armor is more defensive, but in the face of a series of problems such as sudden encounters in the wild and maintenance, since ancient times, except for the military, ordinary adventurers will not choose heavy armor when they need to explore in the wild. Lightweight, easy-care mail and leather armor are the first choice for adventurers.
After seeing that everyone was equipped with all kinds of weapons and protective equipment required for this mission, Islaan conveyed the Archbishop's order to his companions. "This mission has no limited date, but it is foreseeable that we will not be able to return here for a while." The Redguard said solemnly, and the orange-red light of the forge made his face even redder. . "But I believe that compared to the almost decadent life here, the night in the sky is more exciting to everyone."
"Actually, I don't object to staying here." The Brightonian shrugged, "At least I can drink fine wine from all over the place."
"Sooner or later, you will be kicked out of the list of His followers by the Lord of Mercy." Solini said unceremoniously.
"We shouldn't talk about the Holy Spirit in such a frivolous manner." Duran was very unhappy. “The Lord of Mercy is watching over us.”
"This mission is very likely to be related to the fate of Skyrim and even Tamriel." Islaan could hardly help sighing, but he could only suppress his helplessness and said: "So, shut up."
Xi Lang and Solini trembled almost at the same time and wisely chose to shut up. During this period, vigilantes who received orders kept coming to look for Ganma and ask for weapons and equipment. The blacksmith was so busy that he had no time to listen to their conversations.
The Breton man inserted a sharp long sword into the scabbard on his waist, "I thought what really affected the fate of Tamriel was the war in the south. Hum, humans and elves, the killing will never stop."
"Don't forget, you are half elven blood." Solini hit the nail on the head.
The young magic swordsman's breath was stagnant, and he glared at the female Nord almost angrily. Bretons are also called half-elves, a mixture of elves and humans. Most of the Bretons are located in High Rock Province, and the more famous city-states they established include the famous Daggerfall and Wayrest, as well as Sentinel City.
Around 2e566, Emeric of the Kingdom of Wayrest united with other city-states in High Rock and the Redguards and Orcs of Hammerfell to form the Second Daggerfall Alliance. In 2e582, he formed the Second Daggerfall Alliance with the Asia-Pacific Alliance of East Skyrim, Morrowind and Blackmarsh. The Ebonheart Pact Alliance established by the dragonmen and the First Ancestral State established by Queen Aileen competed for the imperial throne and thwarted Molag Bal's attempt to pull Tamriel into Coldharbour, its plane of annihilation.
In other words, the dispute between humans and elves is an old trick. The contradiction between the two sides is irreconcilable. Unless one side can change its beliefs, the war will never stop. As a Breton with half elf blood, he spent most of his time as a third party, joining the fight between the two sides.
Duran stopped his companions, "War is never something to be praised, but what can we do?" The ascetics are against war. They are more like priests. Saving people and healing the wounded is their pursuit. But there is nothing the ascetic monks can do about the war between the Empire and the Ancestor China.
The two immediately stopped bickering and looked sad.
"The war is not directly related to our mission this time." The blacksmith's place was very lively tonight, and the four of them had to keep giving way to their fellow vigilantes who were passing by. Islaan noticed that the eyes of many people were full of suspicion and fanaticism. It was obvious that the Archbishop not only issued orders to the Red Guard team, but also issued similar orders to more vigilantes.
Among them, the Redguards suddenly saw Altano, the dark elf (also known as Dunmer) whom they had seen in the banquet hall before. He also led a team of vigilantes to the armory to obtain corresponding weapons and equipment. The two sides also said hello with their eyes.
But the huntress keenly heard the strangeness in the Redguard's words, "So there is an indirect relationship?" she said.
"At least that's the news I got." Israel snorted, a little irritated, "War causes chaos, and chaos is what our enemies are best at and crave. But Standal, this is not what we should worry about. . War has its own emperor to worry about, our problem is the evil lurking in the shadows." He said, "Maybe we can find the answer in the Reach region, but now, it's time for us to go."
Under the illumination of the forge and the candlelight on the wall, the faces of this small adventuring team were full of determination and excitement. At the same time, some kind of uneasiness was also swirling in their hearts, because the three of them all heard from the Red Guards. I learned that in Cyrodiil, a new door of annihilation was opened. This means that the unrest in Tamriel is most likely related to the Daedra Lords entrenched in Annihilation.
Thinking of the annihilation crisis that occurred an era ago, the members of the Vigilante team couldn't help but feel an uncontrollable fear. They nodded to the blacksmith, gathered their cloaks, turned and left.
In fact, it seemed that the vigilantes had begun to take action tonight. Many people lit torches and candles and came to the stables and armory. The originally silent Standal Temple was boiling like water.
4e173, Starry Night and Moon.
11th.
Now.
Touching the door of the dilapidated house haunted by some evil force made Turka feel a little palpitated, but he didn't know at this time that the person occupying this place was the King of Plunder, the Soul Reaper, and the Father of Vampires. Molag Bal. He only felt an extremely terrifying darkness sweeping in, almost swallowing him up. The invisibility potion carefully refined by the alchemist master could not even resist this force. He was squeezed out of the shadow plane and returned to the living world.
"This is really surprising," Turka said. He looked at his palms in surprise and looked at the dilapidated house in front of him that seemed to be shrouded in a filthy shadow. He was meditating, and there was indeed a trace of uneasiness in his heart.
"grown ups?"
Nargis's one eye kept turning, looking a little surprised.
Turka looked at him, his amber pupils glowing, "Maybe you are right, we should go to the noble's mansion to have a look." The turmoil in the city became more and more serious, with people and guards running wantonly, Screams and cries were heard endlessly. Turka had already heard a burst of footsteps not far away. It was obvious that someone was coming here, and there was even the sound of the friction of armor mixed in.
The assassin was both frightened and annoyed that the person in front of him could see through his invisibility. However, he was smart enough not to reveal what he was thinking, but still pretended to be surrendered. "Please allow me to lead the way, my lord, I know the way."
"I don't think so." Turka said suddenly. He suddenly took action, grabbed the assassin's neck, and pulled him out of the invisible state. He didn't know how, but he just felt that he could do it. So he took action decisively.
Nargis was shocked, but he had no ability to resist as Turka pinched his neck, like a kitten whose life was grasped, helpless and frightened.
"Wait." A voice interrupted them. The sound of footsteps suddenly turned the corner and appeared in front of the two of them. Several guys wearing thick cloaks and covering their faces with scarves looked at them in surprise.
"Who are you?" the leader asked in a deep voice. From Turka's sight, these people almost drew their weapons nervously, but it was obvious that they were not Markas' guards.
They were cloaked, shrouded in shadow, and carried weapons. Well, facing a double-edged battle axe, a heavy war hammer, a sharp long sword, and... is that a mechanical crossbow? interesting.
Turka seemed to have expected it. He looked at the assassin in his hand with dangerous eyes, "Are they them?"
Nargis could hardly breathe, but luckily Turka didn't intend to kill him yet. Mr. Assassin shook his head desperately, fearing that if he answered too slowly, his neck would be like the tiger-man, and it would be killed by the terrible thing in front of him. The guy broke it as easily as a twig. Nargis could clearly see that as he shook his head, a look of regret flashed in the target's terrifying eyes.
Turka let go of his hand and said, "Ahem." Nargis fell to the ground and huddled aside, looking pitiful as he narrowly escaped death. No one noticed that the hands that were originally tied were secretly untied.
Turka didn't like being pointed at with weapons, so he asked the other party. "Before asking this question, shouldn't you state your names first?"
Turka's calmness was obviously beyond the opponent's expectation, and, "Stendahl, he is so tall." The one holding the sword among the four people in front of him exclaimed.
Turka said nothing. He stared at the other person, his golden vertical pupils shining with light from another world, making everyone who came to him feel palpitated.
The leader of the unexpected visitors muttered a few words in a low voice to the companion holding the heavy war hammer. It was obvious that there was some kind of dispute between them, but in the end the leader put away the bright battle axe.
"I'm sorry." The other party pulled back his cloak, revealing a dusty face, it was Islaan. "We thought you were... We didn't mean any harm."
He motioned for the others to put away their weapons, but his guard did not lessen.
Since they left the Church of the Vigilant, they have traveled south across mountains and plains, across lakes and rivers, sleeping in the open air, just to find the ominous omen mentioned by the Archbishop.
At that time, due to the far-reaching war that took place in Cyrodiil, various large or small turmoils were clearly occurring in various parts of the sky. What makes Islaan and the others uneasy is that the further south they go, the more obvious the terrifying shadow that hangs over everyone becomes. Along the way, they encountered numerous threats from bandits, beasts, and even Yeyue hunters. In the most serious one, they even discovered a village that was slaughtered by werewolves and vampires.
That day, the Red Guard and his companions were all silent. The corpses of men, women, old people, and children were everywhere, and the horrific scene felt like being in hell.
There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and kind people no longer dare to go out alone at night. Even during the day, farmers and miners are working cautiously and fearfully, as if something in the wild in the sky is watching them and hunting them. Looking at them, there is always a touch of alienation and suspicion on people's faces towards strangers, as if they carry some disturbing omen.
"We are the vigilantes of Standal." The red guard's green eyes were obviously full of fatigue. His voice was low and full of charm. "I'm sorry to scare you. If you are walking in the light, you will not be safe at all." We need to be afraid.”
Turka remained calm, but countless thoughts flashed through his mind. "I am in awe of the light." He said, "My 'friends' and I have our mission here, so if we can, we want to leave first."
Nargis, who was curled up on the ground, heard some kind of threat from the word "friend" mentioned emphatically in the target's mouth. Obviously, his small actions still failed to hide this powerful... What is he? A flash of dark annoyance flashed through the assassin's one eye. He stood up and muttered angrily, "Yes, that's it."
"Friends?" Islaan's scrutinizing eyes turned back and forth between Mr. Assassin and Turka, seeming to be thinking about something. Xi Lang muttered, wondering how there could be such a friend in this world. But in the end, the Redguards accepted the words of this amazing man in front of them - Standal, is he a hybrid of giants?
"May the Lord of Mercy protect you, stranger. This is a restless night, isn't it?" said the Redguard.
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