The old farmer threw himself at the enemy with all his strength. He just hoped that he still had enough strength and speed to cover the distance. He hit the chest of the enemy holding the mace with his shoulder, knocking him away - the anger and shock on the face of the Forsworn were clearly visible, but the space and time required to swing the weapon became The reason for his failure.
Dizzy, the old farmer roared and lifted up the enemy that bounced off the door wall.
"Ahhh!"
The old farmer's hands were so strong, and his two muscular arms were as if they were made of steel. The Forsworn was so strangled by him that he couldn't breathe, and his face turned purple. The old farmer gave the enemy a hard slap and threw him to the ground.
With a click, the Forsworn's neck bent ninety degrees and fell to the ground, completely motionless.
The two Forsworn who had been rolling in a ball finally got up. They cursed loudly, roared angrily, brandished cold murderous swords and daggers, and rushed towards the old farmer to avenge their companions.
In addition, the third enemy who was ejected by the chair also shook his head and stood up.
The defenseless Dandis Savius glanced at his wife, with a look of relief and reluctance on his face, then turned his head and roared in response. Look, the old farmer's eyes are filled with fighting spirit, his voice is as loud as a bell, his figure is tall and strong from years of farming, and the muscles on his two arms are as knotted as steel. And at the feet of the Nords lay an enemy corpse with a broken neck, adding a bit of momentum to it.
The Forsworn holding the long sword and dagger was the first to rush through the inn door. He struck a fierce blow to the head, and then took advantage of the sword's strength to slip cunningly and slash the long sword. , the dagger in the other hand stabbed the old farmer's waist and abdomen in a subtle and swift manner.
Another enemy followed closely behind, leaning against the wall, bypassing the two of them, and launched an attack from behind.
But the old farmer had served in the imperial army, and his tactical qualities were also not low. He had deliberately roared in challenge before, but when the enemy with swords and daggers rushed forward, he cunningly rolled on the spot, avoiding those in front and behind him. Attacking from a flank, he took advantage of the situation and reached for the mace that fell on the ground.
Shur's blessing, Dandis Savius touched something cold. Before he could identify it, he grabbed it and swung it towards the knees of the enemy who was holding both swords and daggers.
The enemy screamed and fell.
But even so, Dandis was struck by the long sword in the enemy's right hand, and a long gash ran from his right shoulder to his left rib.
The sharp pain and familiar heat told Dandis Savius that he was seriously injured.
But distractions are the most taboo on the battlefield, and the fierce battle of life and death made his adrenaline rush. The old farmer was dizzy and half-kneeling, shouting the sacred taboo of Shure, swinging the mace, and smashing heavily. Into the enemy's face. And his people lost their center of gravity and fell to the cold ground.
The Forsworn man holding the sword and dagger couldn't even scream before he died, before his face was smashed by the ferocious and heavy mace, and even his brain was smashed out.
The second Forsworn took two steps in anger and stabbed the old farmer in the back of the heart with his long sword like a poisonous snake.
The Forsworn man holding the heavy ax also woke up from his dizziness. He smiled ferociously, ignoring the blood on his face, and ran towards the inn in large strides.
Amidst the screams of the old farmer's wife, Kleiber rushed out from the side. He first blocked the sword of the second Forsworn that stabbed the old farmer's back with his sword, and then flew up and kicked the old farmer in the back. onto the Forsworn's knees.
The Forsworn was in pain and his body tilted to the left involuntarily.
"Baby, let's see who is the master!" the innkeeper roared, and cut off the Forsworn's head with a sword.
At this time, the last enemy holding a heavy ax finally arrived. He screamed and murmured the sacred taboos of Hircine and Namira, and struck the innkeeper with an axe.
However, a dagger accurately inserted into his throat with the sound of howling wind. The Forsworn dropped his axe, and helplessly covered his pierced throat with both hands. Blood and foam continued to flow out of his screaming mouth. It seemed that he couldn't believe that he would die like this.
But in the end, the light of life dispersed from his eyes that were not closed. He fell down next to the old farmer and remained motionless, letting the thick blood slowly soak the floor.
"Well done, it seems that you play the throwing knife game a lot on weekdays." The hotel owner said to Orava. The thug climbed up from the pile of tables and chairs, shaking his head and smiling innocently. The small dagger on his waist was gone. It was a 'little gadget' that he and Boyi used to scare people.
"Boss, we should block the door." Orava muttered, pushed aside the desk and chair on his body, and walked out. "It's so chaotic outside, it's even more dangerous to run out."
The hotel owner's wife ran out of the kitchen, "Why... you're okay... everyone is okay... great..." She held little Yorn in her arms and refused to let go. Both of them had tears of fear in their eyes and their words were incoherent.
Kleiber helped old Dandis and asked with concern: "If you haven't received Suen's summons yet, I hope you can stand up... Oh no, damn, where is that bottle of healing potion? He needs it!"
The old farmer's wife almost fainted when she heard this.
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A fortress made of black rock hangs above the second-highest rift valley cliff besides the peak where the Temple of Dibella once stood. Under the illumination of Mather, a small waterfall is like a silver ribbon, flowing from the depths of Zhudaqi Mountain and falling into the deep pool below. The stream meanders through the entire city of Markas, and in the second half of the stream, towering furnaces and brightly lit blacksmith shops are smelting the silver ore and other materials continuously dug out of the Sidana Mine. Ore, forged into silver ingots and some weapons.
The fortress is protected by turrets and arrow towers, all of which lean precariously on the terrifying cliffs. The huge rock supports are the skeleton of the entire fortress world. The thick crystal is firmly rooted in the cliff, and only a force powerful enough to destroy the Dibella Temple can cause it to break.
Gabriella carefully walked through the narrow stairs and long corridors, turning a blind eye to the screams and crazy sounds of fighting below. The endless squalls climbed up the high walls of the city with crazy cries, tearing at her cloak and blowing her long silver hair back. But she didn't care. From the day she joined the Brotherhood, danger and madness were their domain, and death was their destination, not worthy of her attention at all. Gabriella is a Dunmer, also known as the Dark Elf. Her figure is slender and almost immature, as short and weak as a reed. The top of her head just reaches the tip of the nose of an ordinary Nord woman. As for a slightly taller woman, even her shoulders will be above her head.
But if you underestimate her because of this, you will pay a fatal price. Despite her lithe frame, Gabriella is full of energy. Her small frame is packed with raw strength and deadly agility that belies her size. Her cheeks are long, yet beautiful. A pair of fiery red eyes even had a strange aura when they were closed.
However, it was such a beautiful lady who murdered the real owner of Markas - old Hovdi Andor, the father of the current lord Igmund Andor!
Gabriella walked to the end of the corridor, turned inward, and stepped onto the grand staircase in the heart of the rock mass that supported the fortress. The harsh sound of the wind outside quickly dimmed, turning into a distant and deep whisper, hissing and lingering. She looked back at the various tragic scenes in the city below and showed a strange smile. Holding the hilt of her rapier, she followed the spiral black steps into a dim hall above, a shadowy palace in the center of the city.
The weak moonlight illuminated the ribbed walls, and the red stripes on the walls extended upward to form several ancient Dwemer characters - Lindel Hall.
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"You failed!"
Harald Silverblood stood in the center of a Dwemer-style living room, with the fireplace behind him casting a long shadow in front of him. His face was gloomy, and his eyes had a ferocious look that would make even an assassin tremble.
"Not completely!" The Dunmer Assassin bowed humbly to his employer, then stood up straight, and said calmly and politely: "Target No. 1 is dead! There is no doubt! Target No. 2... Well, He is a magician. Do you think the chance is 100%? As for target No. 3... Well, the Brotherhood apologizes to you." She bowed apologetically, "We all underestimated one. The master of magic is keen on conspiracy. He sensed that something was wrong and sabotaged our plan to deal with target No. 3. But we should have been able to avoid it."
"If we hadn't attacked Target Zero in a hurry, we would have been able to better coordinate the sequence of attacking the targets. But unfortunately, the night of God's descent happened so suddenly that we didn't have time..."
"That's enough!" Harald Silverblood interrupted her speech sinisterly, "That was an accident that none of us wanted!" He thought of the mysterious giant that appeared in the report, and always felt upset. In particular, Harald also learned from some channels that his daughter was also involved. "But you should have been able to do better - but what happened?" He kicked the assassin viciously.
Gabriella sighed. She had always felt that the Brotherhood had made a mistake in taking on this mission, and the situation before them confirmed it. It's not like what the 'employer' said. It's just a plan to change the power. The killings in the city are completely beyond the scope of revenge and rebellion. A large number of innocent people have died. I don't know if Arkay's palace will be destroyed tonight. filled with souls.
But this was beyond her control.
The assassin smiled and said, "So, do you need me to hunt them down? Just think of it as the brotherhood's compensation for you."
The Silver-Blooded Patriarch frowned, as if thinking about the necessity of this proposal, "Don't let it fail again." He said to the assassin sinisterly, "If Casemo notices something, then we can't keep him alive."
"As you wish."
The assassin said. Bending down a third time.
(End of chapter)
