Dead bodies and dying people lay scattered on the ground, their bodies bruised, slashed, bruised or shot by arrows shocking. The impact of steel biting steel, the panicked screams of men and horses, and the dying groans of soldiers who were chopped into pieces and twitching on the ground, all these sounds merged into a low and loud noise - that It is a cruel battlefield song.
A petite, innocent-looking child fell alone at a crossroads. His frightened little face was covered with heart-wrenching tears and stains. The toys in his hands fell to the cold ground, and his shoes were lost. There was a look in his eyes. The light has long since disappeared, leaving only dull pupils and a pale face.
The two warring parties have gone completely crazy. There are fierce fighting crowds and burning buildings in all directions. The corpses have been trampled by countless pairs of boots into piles of flesh with only vaguely identifiable faces. Only the arm that twists and stretches upward can still reveal their past appearance.
Brutal, horrific, bloody, the most horrific evils that humans can commit, you can see them all at this moment.
Chaos on the battlefield as seen from the perspective of Logatus Savius. He couldn't figure out the changes in the battle situation and didn't know which side had the upper hand, but he didn't care about that. It's the same in the end anyway.
The top priority now is to find his parents.
The Silver-Blooded Daughter prayed that he could follow her to the Silver-Blooded Station. She looked desperate and burst into tears, which almost shook the courage that Logatus had finally mustered up. But in the end, the farmer's son could not cut off the nostalgia for his loved ones. Instead of worrying, he asked the woman in front of him to give him more time to find his parents who were abandoned in the inn.
"Perhaps they are dead," Logatus said, weeping in front of his loved ones, "but what if there was even the slimmest chance that we wouldn't pray to the gods for a glimmer of hope that our parents might still be alive?"
When Eliti Silverblood heard about it, she immediately said, "I just can't bear to let you down."
"I will go to you." In the blood and fire, Logatus said: "No matter how cruel the truth is, nothing can separate us. But now the situation is serious, we must separate. This is not a farewell, but This will allow us to meet again in the near future.”
But the Silver-Blooded Daughter has her own plans. She and her father have paradoxical differences and styles in behavior, and their goals are not the same. But no one knew it at the time. Therefore, she rejected the farmer's son's proposal and insisted on facing the cruel fate together.
Then Logatus picked up a heavy broadsword from the hands of a dead man. The corpse even put up a weak resistance, as if it didn't know that it was dead, but Logatus didn't care about it.
Like a wolf in dire straits, he ran away from death, his or someone else's. He was seen slashing and killing without thinking, viciously knocking down all enemies who could not avoid him, and frantically trying to cut his way out of the crowd pushing around him.
Behind him, the Silver-Blooded Daughter was casting healing spells and other invisible spells. At that time, Logatus knew that Ality Silver-Blooded was actually a believer of Holy Spirit Dibella.
Working together, they passed through bloody and cruel battlefields one after another, walking through thick smoke and flames, carefully avoiding the savage and cruel enemies.
Finally, they fought their way to the inn.
The open space in front of the inn was covered with corpses, including those of the Forsworn and the citizens of Markarth. Most of these corpses had pale faces, with filthy blood gurgling from under their bodies, pouring along the depression into a ditch not far away; some had their heads missing, and their bodies were not intact, and they looked miserable and terrifying.
The door of the inn was closed tightly, and it was pitch dark inside. It was impossible to see if anyone was there.
Just when Rogatus thought that his parents had suffered the same misfortune as everyone else, suddenly he heard a familiar voice. "Thank the gods!" The big man Orava pushed open the thick bronze door and stuck out his furry head. "Is it you, Logatus?"
Logatus was overjoyed. He threw away the blood-soaked broadsword in his hand, rushed into the inn like a whirlwind, and hugged the old farmer and the woman behind the door tightly.
In this way, in this Dwemer-style inn, the living people reunited.
Among them, little Jon was frightened and kept crying in his mother's arms; the thugs Orava and Boy were guarding the front door and the back door, clutching bright blades and sharp axes in their hands, alert and alert. Uneasy, as if he could jump up at any time and chop off people's heads; Clapper and Dandis sat worriedly in front of the wine table in the hall, constantly turning their ears to catch any slightest movement outside the door; The tourists huddled in each other's rooms in fear, shivering with fear.
"Logatus!" The old woman rushed out of the crowd in surprise and hugged her bloody son tightly, fearing that he would leave her again.
Dandis had a soft smile at the corner of his mouth and stopped taking steps forward. But the silver-blooded daughter keenly noticed the excitement and gratitude in the old farmer's eyes. In addition, she noticed that the old farmer's left arm seemed to have been injured. The sleeve made of linen was torn open, and torn strips of cloth were hanging dangling on both sides of the arm. But the skin and meridians inside appeared intact.
She looked around secretly and quickly, and found that there was no one beyond her expectation. She breathed a sigh of relief.
It should be a healing potion.
she thought to herself.
"I thought..." Logatus' mother hugged her son and cried bitterly.
Feeling the warm embrace from his mother, Logatus, who broke out from the sea of blood and corpses, could no longer maintain his strong appearance. He shook, and the broadsword in his hand was weakly thrown to the ground. "Thank you Shure!" He kissed his mother's forehead, "I thought..."
Neither mother nor son uttered that terrible word, but everyone present understood what they meant.
The true love between the old peasant woman and her son touched many people. But the cruel thing is that even true love cannot save everyone from the terrible situation.
Soon, they gathered together and thought about ways to escape.
"The city gate has been lost, and we can no longer escape from the south." It seemed that after experiencing the successive brutal killings, the young farmer's son had grown up a lot. He said to everyone: "They were killing people everywhere in the city, and the guards of the city lord's palace were killed by them. Breaking through, the cowardly mercenaries even ran away at the first sight of trouble... Oh!" He groaned in pain, because wasn't he one of the cowards he despised? Thinking that the captain had desperately fought for a precious sliver of life for himself who was so frightened that he was so frightened that he had despicably abandoned it and ran away, Logatus was almost overwhelmed by shame and self-blame, and the rest of his words stayed in his heart. .
Aliti immediately held his hand comfortingly and gave him a gentle and encouraging smile that made him moved and ashamed. The guilt in Logatus's heart felt a little better. He shook his head, trying to get the captain's face out of his mind. But... can he really do it?
Dandis twisted his body uneasily, and a surge of anger surged into his heart. But he didn't say much. His son could run into the army regardless of her, but now, what could he do with the stupid boy he called stupid? Moreover, Dandis also noticed the broad sword next to Logatus and the pools of blood on his body, and saw that his son's originally weak features had now become firm and cold, and finally... Dandis still sighed silently.
Others, including hotel owner Kleibo, looked at the strange-looking couple with strange eyes.
Rogatus came back to his senses from his lover's gentle encouragement, blushed, and continued: "For now, we can either deceive ourselves and huddle in a corner where we will die, waiting for the mercy of the enemy, or the butcher's knife falling on our heads. ——Or find a way out from the northwest——" At this point, the young farmer's son became serious again, "The Sidana Mine has dark and endless tunnels. According to a friend of mine, experience The rich miners once passed through the underground and fled to the other side of the mountain to the east!" He took a deep breath and said to everyone: "If this is true, then the mine is our only way to survive!"
The people trapped in the Jedi's faces were filled with excitement and fear when they heard that life was still alive. They were afraid of the ferocious enemies outside the door, but the prestige of the Sidana Mine frightened all the people living in Markarth.
Since the Sidana Mine produced the largest and best quality silver in Tamriel, the Andor family hired wandering unemployed and poor people to mine for it, and also established the Sidana Mine. A prison was built to deter and punish the civilians in the territory and all those who dare to offend the Andor family. All the guilty, innocent, and lonely travelers passing through the border territory, your neighbors, the fallen nobles, and bankrupt businessmen. One second you are enjoying freedom and sunshine, and the next second you may become a member of that endless pit; it has swallowed up countless lives, and there may be a white bone buried under every cold stone slab and rock. ; Brutal guards, cruel labor, unknown beasts underground, murders and fights among themselves may be the reasons why these people are fatal. It can be said that it has a fierce reputation, and hearing about it is enough to make the people in the border area change their colors.
Even the hotel owner had to admit that Luogatus' speech was very convincing. He said, "In fact, some people have indeed rumored that there is a secret passage deep in the mine that leads directly to the outside of the city, but the truth has never been known. No one has confirmed..."
"Because they have all escaped, how can they come back to show off to you? In Markarth, even beggars know that spies are everywhere, and they will spread the news for a glass of ale. Give them a fortress under the stone, and then their heads will hang on the city gate and become a weapon to intimidate us!" Logatus retorted. His tone was harsh and annoyed, as if he was extremely angry at anyone who dared question him.
Kleiber spread his hands and did not argue with him, but left the decision to everyone.
Everyone got into trouble. Some of them agreed with Logatus' proposal and felt that instead of waiting for death, it was better to strive for this seemingly narrow chance of life - but the opponents loudly refuted it, thinking that this was a dead end with no return, but they The opposition is not all out of reason, but a compromise with the unknown future and fear, because even the women and children in the crowd know that the hatred between the empire and the Reach people is so deep that even the sea of ghosts cannot extinguish it, leaving behind There is only one way to die here, so the supporters clamored loudly, "Let the stubborn and cowardly people stay here to wait for death. We will set off immediately. There is little chance of survival. We dare not waste time here!"
But the voices of the opponents were not weak either. They started arguing in the hotel lobby, regardless of the killings outside the door.
Luo Gatus stared at the two groups of people dumbfounded. With no such experience, he could only helplessly and clumsily persuade the crowd, but with little effect. He was sweating profusely.
Ariti Silverblood looked at this ridiculous scene, and the smile on the corners of her beautiful and pink lips finally disappeared.
No one noticed that at some point, a faint red light quietly seeped in through the cracks in the door and the chimney, filling and enveloping everyone.
*****
Harald stood on the tall and steep rock wall in front of the Lindel Hall. Even the cold wind could not move his strong body. His eyes were cold and fanatical, as if he was in some weird state. But on the winding mountain road that the Dunmer Assassins had to move cautiously before, Naipold and his party fell into internal strife and killings.
Seeing the heavy casualties suffered by the 'allies' under the rain of arrows and magic from the heavily guarded bunkers on both sides of the mountain road, the silver-blooded patriarch laughed proudly.
"Stupid and despicable guys, do you think I am unprepared for your betrayal? No, I expected every move you make! Struggle! Maggots! Your incompetent and ridiculous curses will only make me more happy! Yes! , that’s it - oh, no, why can’t you die obediently? Maggots, know that your souls will make that great and sacred existence more glorious! And this is your destiny!”
Naipold was embarrassed to avoid a fatal arrow, and was almost decapitated by a crazy sword from his loyal subordinate. He angrily kicked the angry subordinate with red eyes, not understanding what happened.
Their actions should have been secretive and swift, but when he finally made it through the chaotic war zone and rushed to the place where Harald Silverblood was hiding: Lindel Hall, the incident broke out in vain.
First, there was a sudden attack on the two bunkers that were supposed to be controlled by the spies who had finally been placed in the city. Then, his subordinates suddenly started to argue nervously, and before he could react, he quickly waved at his own people on the battlefield. Butcher knife. If he hadn't dodged quickly, the sword strike just now would have been enough to chop off his head.
Listening to the despicable and sinister silver-blooded man on the mountain wall laughing proudly, Naipold felt a mouthful of old blood welling up in his throat. At the same time, he was furious, and an impulse made him want to kill everyone who stood between him and that man. Despicable people of silver blood. He almost killed a young man who was supposed to be his subordinate with a backhand blow. Until the remaining reason in his soul made him restrain his murderous intention in front of the cliff.
Naipold suppressed the anger in his heart and thought quickly.
This anger came inexplicably and quickly, which made him deeply uneasy. He looked around and saw people in the team killing each other, regardless of their friends and family who had laughed and fought together before.
I also saw that at some point, a weak and indistinct red light spread rapidly through the chaotic crowd. All the men shrouded in red light immediately became furious and lost their minds, and started fighting against their own people. As a result, with the fortresses on both sides of the cliff and swords facing each other in grief, the attack succeeded and turned into a one-sided massacre.
A flash of light flashed, and Naipold shouted.
"Rage spell!"
In the new year, I wish everyone a good health! This is more important than anything else! As for whether it's money or not...well, that's also important.
(End of chapter)
