4e173, starry night and moon.
12th.
The day after Turka Aracano disappeared.
Since it was night, many people were relieved of their fatigue after a day of running around and enjoying their hard-won breather. Businessmen were chatting and laughing quietly in taverns and inns, discussing their harvest; rude mercenaries , drunkards, thugs, and proletarians were running around in the city; the soldiers were either nervous or yawning and staring outside the city.
Dark clouds silently covered the twin moons in the sky, and thousands of Forsworn people crossed the Kaas River and officially surrounded Markarth.
There was no announcement, and unlike the heroic epics described by the bards, these savage, crazy originals of the Reach region launched an attack as soon as they came up.
That day, shouts of death and explosions of magic resounded through the sky; cries of death were endless. Even a deaf old woman would be frightened and saddened by the sad things that happened that night.
Many people were killed, and the city gate was even breached for a time. If it weren't for the successive turmoil in the city, the nobles in the majestic fortress finally diverted the energy they spent on banquets, singing, dancing, gambling, and playing to the people in the city. On the first day of this war, About to lose——
In fact, Rogatus and most other people misunderstood the nobles of Markas on this point. The nobles were not unaware of things outside the city, but they had more things to deal with and more complex matters. Important - At the critical moment, the guards of the city lord's palace, covered in heavy Dwemer metal armor, holding spears and steel shields, marched in neat steps, and with the help of summoning master Kasemmo's spell, successfully defeated the invading Forsaken. The person was driven out.
The primitive tribes who believed in Namira and Hircine were not to be outdone. The most powerful warrior among them, the Heart of Thorns, launched a fierce battle with the Summoning Master. However, since the Heart of Thorns is a non-human creature transformed by magic rituals, the power of the high-precision mage's spells is limited. As a result, neither party can do anything to the other.
The next day, when Little Luogatus and the others walked out of the closed-door Silver Blood Inn, they saw corpses all over the ground, as well as the market area that had been burned to the ground and the commercial district that had suffered an unreasonable disaster.
"This is too scary." The silver-blooded daughter covered her mouth, and crystal tears kept accumulating in her beautiful big eyes, and finally fell down like pearls.
"Gods, who can protect us?"
Looking at the sad, frightened and pitiful appearance of the goddess, poor Logatus Savius got excited and made an impulsive oath.
"I-I will protect you, Ms. Ariti! I swear!"
***
4e173, starry night and moon.
12th.
"You idiot! Unless I die, don't think you can be like those ignorant idiots on the roadside, deceived by ridiculous and vicious rhetoric to find the destination of some warrior!" Old Tang Disi shouted angrily Little Luo Gatus shouted, his face turned red with anger. Little Logatus was convinced that if the stick he had taken advantage of in the past was not there, the custodian would have jumped up and taught him a lesson as he did many times.
But the farmer's son, who was overwhelmed by love, shouted to his old father forcefully this time: "As a Nord, Songard is our eternal pursuit, Shuer witnessed, I would rather die in battle than I'll rot in the fields my whole life! Let those damn crops go to hell, I want to be a soldier! Take the glory that belongs to me!"
As a result, old Dandis was so angry that he almost lost his breath. Many people said that if his mother had not taken him away in the end, the angry old farmer would have broken little Logatus's legs! After all, in the words of the old farmer, it would be death anyway, so it was better for him to take action.
Little Logatus escaped from the inn in embarrassment. He had already made up his mind to take this opportunity to achieve the feats that knights and great warriors had achieved in legends. Perhaps only he knew the reason.
"What kind of person is Master Turka Aracano? Logatus, can you tell me more?"
"I really envy you for being able to follow Master Turka. If it were me..."
"Come out, Logatus! Look! Do you think Lord Turka will like the clothes I am wearing today?"
Every time Logatus Savius looked at the silver-blooded daughter's little face that was as red as a red apple in the sun and said the above words shyly, a kind of feeling would emerge in his heart. Mixed feelings of jealousy, envy, love and anger.
Why am I not the one who is respected? Why - the one being loved can't be me?
For the first time in his life, Logatus felt the injustice of fate and resentment towards life. The Savius family is just an ordinary, even slightly embarrassed farmer in the frontier territory. Even if he worked hard all his life, no one would think that a farmer's son would be worthy of a silver-blooded daughter. .
For the first time in his life, Logatus had ambitions of his own.
***
4e173, starry night and moon.
14th.
Little Logatus woke up from his sleep, the sounds of the battle still echoing in his ears, as if he was still in the middle of that bloody battle.
He leaned exhausted against the cold battlement, with his comrades on both sides holding spears, swords and shields, snoring rhythmically, as if what happened during the day was just a game. Farther away, there were more young faces like them, some painted with war patterns, or some with beards, looming in the dim moonlight.
The young man blinked in confusion. where is this? Why are you here? He tried to sit up, only to experience a tearing pain in his back. He massaged the cramped waist muscles, and after a while he reluctantly knelt on the ground.
His fingers unconsciously traced an injury on his arm, and he couldn't help but tremble. All the memories came back to my mind at once.
Yes, Logatus Savius eventually joined the army. Now he is the fourth detachment of the second column of the garrison... In short, he is just a soldier.
The farmer's son was lost in his thoughts again.
The reserve team Luo Gatusi and his team were assigned to guard a section of the city wall near the west. Its main function was to consume the bows and arrows of the Forsworn people outside the city and to guard the city wall while the main army was resting.
And the battle broke out like all wars, irregularly and appropriately!
On the third day after Turka entered the underground ruins, the Forsworn organized a siege. Logatus no longer wanted to recall the specific details. He only remembered the first time his sword blade struck a man whose face was covered with black war lines, with long braids, the hair on both sides shaved, and whose body was covered with various animal teeth and animal bones. The Forsworn's head, he knew that he could never go back.
The burst of fear and adrenaline made the farmer's son feel Songard's call so clearly for the first time, "Maybe I really made the wrong choice." Logatus tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand, which belonged to old Dandis. The sword, when the farmer knew that he could no longer stop his stubborn and stubborn son, the farmer secretly asked his wife to send it to him.
This is an imperial-style iron sword. The scars and wounds on the hilt and blade all prove that the grumpy and stubborn old farmer may also have his own story.
"But no matter what, I have embarked on the road of destiny." The young farmer's son looked at the twin moons in the sky and murmured, "Let Tsun, the god of trials among the ancient Nords, rumored that he Guarding the whalebone bridge leading to the Hall of Valor, only the truly brave can pass his test and enter the Hall of Valor} Decide whether I am qualified to enter Sognard!"
This is the Nord.
Reckless, stubborn, but warlike! There is no lack of courage either! The blood of ancestor Ysgramor flows in their bodies, and Songard, the destination of warriors, is calling!
He checked the equipment on his body. There were a few more nicks on the sword blade. The leather armor and pants were still intact, but they had become wrinkled. He didn't know where his big shield had gone. The only bow and arrow he had was so nervous that he broke the string. Now he didn't know where he had thrown it. Maybe it was stolen by some greedy guy - this is the picture. A wooden bow that Erka made casually when he was at Savius' farm may not be sophisticated, but it seems to be enough for the militiamen who need to prepare their own weapons.
Ah, in just two days, Logatus Savius transformed from an innocent farmer's son who had never been out of the frontier territory to a qualified soldier.
May we all repay the mead of Valhalla! Logatus looked at the twin moons in the sky and let out a sigh of relief.
At this time, he heard a voice. He turned around in surprise and saw the Silver-Blooded Girl standing at the stairs of the city wall, waving to him.
"Little Los."
She called out his nickname, her white silk robe shone under the silver Marcel, her long golden hair reflected the silver light, and she was as beautiful as Di Bella in the world.
Logatus' inner uneasiness and fear were immediately washed away by love and excitement. He got up, ran to Aliti's side, and said in surprise, "Why are you here?"
"I'm worried about you." Aliti Silverblood held the farmer's son's hand and sobbed softly.
The passion and youthful impulse made the farmer's son reckless and irrational. Logatus' face flushed with excitement. He knelt down on one knee and kissed the fingers of the silver-blooded daughter. "I have your thoughts, madam." , I will no longer be afraid of death!”
"Please survive." The silver-blooded daughter hugged the farmer's son, and her petal-like lips pressed against Logatus' forehead. "If you really care about me, promise me not to leave me."
The farmer's son was so excited that he could hardly control himself. He felt as if happiness had hit him on the head like a pie. But he never saw the smile on the corner of the silver-blooded girl's mouth.
***
About the same time, in the far southern province, in Cyrodiil. A larger war with more far-reaching consequences is also underway.
4e173, starry night and moon.
11th.
For the past two years, humans and high elves have fought and fought in this land. Violence and destruction are like a plague, destroying all hope in this land.
The darkness in the sky is beginning to recede, and the billions of stars that fill the night sky like diamonds are gradually dimming. The moonlight that shines on the frontier fortress in the sky also shines on the vast plains south of the Jero Mountains.
The air was so cold that the coldness of Ulfric's breastplate seeped through his coat. When there is no wind blowing, the water vapor he exhales will turn into mist in front of him.
But no one stopped. All the knights galloped their horses and rode for half a mile. Then they slowed down, dismounted and led the horses forward at a fast pace, and then mounted their horses again and rode quickly.
Legend has it that people can gallop ten or even twenty miles on horseback, but in reality, even if there is no snow, half of the horses will break their legs after running four or five miles, and the other half will be exhausted after reaching their destination.
As dawn approaches, there is silence everywhere. You can only hear the crunch of horses' hooves and boots on the snow shell, the friction of saddle leather, and occasionally the grunts of one or two soldiers who were hit on the head by splashes of snow and stones. and swearing.
No one wasted their breath talking or complaining. Soldiers and horses galloped across the land at a leisurely pace.
After breaking through the Jero Mountains surrounding Cyrodiil to the north, the land near the core provinces of the empire is basically rolling plains, dotted with sparse woods and bushes. Most of the woods are not dense, but they are shrouded in shadow. .
There are occasional hills, but they are not high. You can easily reach the top by driving a horse.
Ulfric didn't care about those woods. The troops he led were all elites from the Eastern Territory. Not only did everyone ride a horse, their armor coverage rate was extremely high. Almost everyone was wearing a steel plate armor and had a belt around their waist. A sword, a shield on the back, and a spear often hung on the saddle hook - this is extremely rare in Tianji, which is not a horse breeding land. Fortunately, Tianji's horses are more cold-resistant and stronger, otherwise the equipment alone would be enough to overwhelm the horses.
Ulfric, who is in his prime, exudes the toughness and coldness that a Skyrim person should have, with very little expression on his face. Only when he stopped occasionally did he show a hint of curiosity and solemnity.
The war with the high elves destroyed the vitality of the empire. Although the emperor dragged the army of Grand Duke Nayalifen to the south of Cyrodiil, even so, chaos and riots spread to the vast area in the north.
Ulfric found that most of the places he passed were desolate, people were rushing to flee, and the villages were deserted.
Only a few large cities still maintain the rule of the established system.
This made him even more worried.
But at this moment, he could not do more. The Skyrim Nords, led by General Jonna, rushed to the aid of the Empire. But the emperor's order was for them to stay in the Jero Mountains in the north and watch helplessly as the army of high elves swept across southern Cyrodiil.
In order to find out the emperor's true intentions, Ulfric was ordered to go to the imperial capital, and at the same time let the empire understand that Skyrim was still under its control.
Thinking of this, Ulfric whipped the horse under his crotch again.
When the heart of the empire, the imperial capital Cyrodiil, appeared in their sight, the gray sky in the east had become brighter.
Ulfric climbed a hill and looked across the Nibben River.
At first he could not see clearly due to the river water and fog. Only the pale and huge outline of the Imperial Capital's Platinum Tower can be vaguely distinguished. It stands in the center of the Imperial Capital, three leagues away.
Then, the sky became obviously brighter and brighter. He looked to the west, and the huge city in front of him gradually revealed its true appearance.
This is a great city! Even the oldest Windhelm City and the most prosperous Dugu City in Skyrim are not even one-tenth of the size of the city in front of them.
The first thing that caught Ulfric's eyes was the shining white high wall of the imperial capital, and the stones that made up the wall shimmered with silver. Viewed from the heights of the hill, the Shining Wall appears much shorter. Every once in a while, there is a sentry tower also made of silver-white stones sticking out of the city wall.
The Ayleid elves who built this greatest city in the world devoted their efforts to building most of this city for a long time after the Mythic Era. They always considered this city to be their most outstanding work. .
Behind the white city wall, stands the true legendary tower, with its spire, thin neck, and spiral staircase, towering into the clouds, full of shocking grandeur and majesty!
Ah, the Platinum Tower.
The symbol of mortal kingship!
Legend has it that the Ayleid elves imitated the Adamantine Tower and added the spokes of Orbis. It is located in the absolute center of Mendas and is the Tower of Kingship No. 1. Occupying this tower means becoming Tamriel's legitimate destiny!
The existence of the tower itself represents the positive connection between the inside and outside of Mundas, and the reverse isolation of the outer realm, which plays a role in stabilizing the power of the Time Dragon God. {In the mythical age, the Time Dragon God is Auri El, who is an elf. God, but after a thousand years of dragon destruction, Akatosh was born, and Auri El's power was replaced}.
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