Ality Silverblood clenched a badge tightly and almost used all her strength to hold back a scream. The badge is made of gold and is engraved with the image of a beautiful goddess. The warm stream seeped from the cold metal into her fingers and all over her body, giving her the slightest relief from her fearful and cold heart.
People blame each other and curse loudly in anger, as if to prove their own right and the stupidity of others. Some people tried to persuade everyone rationally, but they were afraid and worried that the loud noise might trigger a new round of attacks. However, everyone was pounding the table, kicking the stools, and the spitting and quarrels came so suddenly and out of control. In the end, even the calmest person couldn't help but straighten his upper body, clasping his fingers on the wooden table with crooked fingers, his face twisted, and his eyes red as he glared at others.
Everyone was breathing heavily, their skins were burning hot, and impulsive and reckless thoughts were spreading crazily in their hearts and eyes.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by a scream.
Aliti couldn't even tell who made the scream, which was as sharp and harsh as a metal vessel being torn apart. The tragedy happened as quickly and cruelly as a volcano exploded.
A tall figure took the lead and kicked over the chair, madly rushing towards the guy with the most ferocious appearance in his mind.
The chair made an ear-piercing squeak when it fell to the ground, coupled with the man's angry howling and foaming, distorted face, it made people's hearts tighten.
But the other party is obviously more difficult to mess with. Because he tightly grasped a two-handed giant sword in his hand, which was covered with the innocent blood of those who died today. And because he is younger, he is more impulsive. Facing the provocateur's attack, he angrily raised the cold sword blade and wanted to stab the disgusting guy opposite him in the chest.
But this move was obviously unwise.
Because the distance between the two sides was so close, the opponent had already jumped on him before he could fully raise the tip of his sword.
"Boy, I've had enough of your stupid self-righteous remarks, shut up!"
"Get away, you stupid pig!"
The two cursed at each other, fell heavily to the cold ground, and started wrestling. As they rolled around, it was hard to tell who was who.
This detonated the angry fire in everyone's heart. The survivors stared at each other with red eyes, not caring that they were comrades who shared life and death just a moment ago. They raised their huge fists and attacked our faces and bodies. Greeted over.
What's more, an impulsive and ignorant guy picked up a sturdy chair next to him and hit the innkeeper hard on the head. The poor innkeeper, whose hair was half bald, opened his eyes red with anger in surprise and fell down softly.
The woman also screamed, threw away the frightened child in her arms, and rushed towards the man.
The man was unaware and his face was scratched by the woman's sharp nails. The man was angry and wanted to grab the woman, but even the Nords' women were full of toughness and wildness from ancient bloodlines. The woman twisted her hip bones, raised her knees, and struck the man's lower body fiercely. So much so that the man who was originally a head taller than the woman immediately twisted his face and fell down without saying a word.
The child, who was as helpless as a frightened deer, lying limply and crying in his mother's arms, now widened his immature eyes, bared his teeth and screamed at an old woman.
Ality Silverblood was frightened and backed away until her back hit the cold wall.
"DiBella, this is...this!" she screamed, twisting her body to the left, trying to avoid a passenger's attack. But the man was obviously quicker than she thought. He stretched out his thick right hand and grabbed her slender neck.
"Dirty bitch, where do you want to go?"
The other party's hand was strong, his face was vulgar, and his breath was disgusting and hot. If the time had changed, perhaps the silver-blooded daughter would have been more happy and accepted it excitedly. But now, having been attacked in vain, Alliti's heart was filled with only fear and horror.
She kicked her legs in vain, kicking the man's iron calves, but she underestimated the strength of the man who was trapped in anger and madness. The man strangled her neck tightly, making her almost unable to breathe. "Scream, shout, let your slutty goddess come to save you." The strong man shouted, and the terrifying look in his red eyes made her feel desperate. "All silver blood must die!"
Aliti felt her Adam's apple creaking, and her eyes bulged horribly outward due to lack of oxygen, making her originally beautiful face look like a ghost! She called DiBella in fear, begging the Holy Spirit - or the Devil for mercy, but found that she could not utter a single word. Gradually, strength drained out of her body rapidly.
Perhaps, from the beginning, I shouldn't have had the extravagant hope to think that I could really escape the already doomed ending.
At a certain moment, the silver-blooded daughter felt regret in her heart. She felt that she had been deceived, by fate, by the gods - Aliti grew up in the Silverblood family, one of the richest and most famous families in Skyrim. This family is famous on the mainland for controlling the largest silver mine in Tamriel. Since her childhood, Aliti has had honor, wealth, and power that those lowly poor people could never imagine in their lifetime. When she grew up a little, she turned out to be extremely beautiful and tall, with a sweet voice, like an oriole. Aliti's mother died young. She was surrounded by countless servants since she was a child and enjoyed a wealth and splendor that most nobles in the world could not match. Even the chief prophet of the Dibella Temple personally baptized her and became a glorious Priest of DiBella. She should have been the envy and envy of everyone.
This is also true. Ever since Eliti became sensible, not to mention Tianji, even the imperial capital of Cyrodiil has heard of the reputation of this romantic and gorgeous silver-blooded daughter. Countless imperial officials have gone crazy for her after hearing about her.
But why did she end up in her current situation?
At the last moment of her life, Aliti recalled her short and ridiculous life in a daze.
In the end, her memory was fixed on the day that changed her destiny.
It was the day of her coming-of-age ceremony. The servants were all dressed up and busy preparing for her the coming-of-age banquet for the silver-blooded eldest daughter. After hearing the news, countless guests rushed to Markas from all over the country to celebrate the coming-of-age. The night the Silverblood celebrated, her father, Harald Silverblood, told her a secret that still makes her want to scream when she thinks about it.
It was a fierce quarrel, and the specific content was probably only known to the father and daughter, and almost no outsiders could hear about it. But judging from the series of subsequent deeds, it is not difficult for scholars to conclude that the Silver Blood family has been followers of Molag Bal since ancient times. Every moment and every meaning of their existence is for the great father of vampires! For the honor and glory of the lord of slavery! From the day every member of the family is born, their soul belongs to Cold Harbor and death!
To be more precise, Harald Silverblood fantasizes about becoming a vampire lord, a...monster comparable to a demigod!
And Aliti is a sacrifice that has been sold by her father with a clearly marked price, a bride destined by the father of a vampire!
Ah, yes, the veritable uncrowned king of the Frontier Territory, the famous Silver-Blooded Family, whose highest pursuit since ancient times is actually to become a vampire!
But at that time, people only learned that on that day, the once innocent and lovely girl changed and turned into a depraved slut. Almost every resident of Markarth secretly mocked her in the following years, saying that the Silver-Blooded Girl The woman is even willing to have sex with an animal from the desert! She shows off wantonly and does shameful things that her father, Harald Silverblood, is angry about but has no control over, trying to escape her tragic ending that is visible to the naked eye.
Ariti, who was trapped in the memories before her death, even had a mocking arc on her lips, which made her expression even more ferocious. She stopped struggling and allowed death to lick her body and soul.
The man instinctively felt a little surprised, but soon, the forbidden pleasure and magic of the girl's delicate and beautiful flower of life being about to be pinched by his own hands twisted him. He tightened his fingers vigorously, trying to crush the silver-blooded girl. neck.
Neither of them noticed that the small gold badge in the hand of Aliti, who was trapped in painful and cruel memories, suddenly gave off a faint light. The light came from nowhere and quickly passed through her palm, illuminating Aliti's face.
The man was shocked, as if his eyes were burned by fire. He roared angrily and tried to snatch the badge from the Silver-Blooded Girl.
Aliti felt a warm light enveloping her heart like a hot spring, healing her broken and cold soul. In the light, she seemed to see a goddess, who smiled gently and lovingly at her, and then disappeared. not see.
Aliti burst into tears instantly, "DiBella!" She uttered a difficult and painful word from her broken Adam's apple, then raised the hand that was clutching the badge and cast a spell at the man.
The man howled miserably, and his head was blown into a ball of flesh by the spell.
The man who had lost his head fell limply. Ality Silverblood coughed, fell from the wall, and spat out a mouthful of bloody spit.
She stared at the surroundings with fierce eyes and clenched the badge tightly in her hands, just like a drowning person clinging to the life-saving straw.
Not far away, the farmer's son finally raised his sword and stabbed his opponent's chest fiercely and quickly.
Ah, at this moment Sheogorath was laughing crazily in the Shivering Island. {Sheogorath, one of the sixteen demon gods, the god of madness and the one with unknown motives. The Trembling Isle, Sheogorath's plane of annihilation. }
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Logatus was interrupted by a harsh, deep scream full of fear and horror. The scream was so sudden that for a moment he couldn't even comprehend what was happening. He looked around in confusion and fear, trying to figure out where he was and what was weighing him down so hard that he could barely breathe.
But a force prevented him from concentrating. His body was shaking constantly, and the hand holding the sword hilt was stiff and tightened, but it was not caused by fear, but... but a kind of terrifying anger.
He held his breath and tried to listen to the sounds and conditions around him. On the sword blade, a drop of blood-red water slowly dripped down the tip of the sword to the ground, sparking a gorgeous water splash.
Then he heard the scream again and remembered that it was the sound that had woken him. Although the human voice gave him a fatal sense of familiarity, the fear contained in the voice kept lingering in his mind.
He frantically tried to force himself to think and remember...
Everything around him was so chaotic that he caught a glimpse of a pile of broken and charred pieces of furniture. Bodies and broken wine bottles were scattered on the ground. Broken tables and chairs fell on the floor. As if they should belong here. But in fact, this is not the case. His heart was beating violently, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. Every heartbeat sent a new fire burning through my body. He twitched and struggled helplessly, and the pain threatened to explode his head. Hoarse screams echoed in the shattered inn.
Inn?
Logatus woke up suddenly, and a terrifying image vaguely popped into his mind. He screamed and dropped the long sword he was holding tightly in his hand.
"No, this is impossible! I...not me! This is not me!" His eyes fell on a blond woman, whose old face made him feel heart-pounding pain and a trace of fear.
"Father……"
He looked dreamily at the old man with the same old face in the arms of the blond woman. The old man's face was pale, his hair was messy, and his eyes were closed, as if he was sleeping quietly, just like on the bed at their farm home.
"No...no...don't..." He climbed unsteadily across the messy ground, almost falling down several times. Finally, he crawled to her side, wanting to reach out and hug them. Just like they did when they hugged him as a baby.
A terrible wound penetrated the old man's chest, and blood filled the arms of the old man's wife.
It was a sword wound, and the murder weapon...
Terrifying memories resurfaced from Logatus's chaotic mind, and he screamed like a child. The shrillness of his voice completely overwhelmed the weak cries and moans around him.
But the old man's wife screamed in horror, as if seeing a demon, she hugged the old man's body and huddled back as hard as she could.
Logatus was struck by lightning.
"Light, save me! Father, mother..." He cried bitterly, scratching at his face like a madman, as if to tear away everything he had done. No matter where his eyes moved, what he saw were corpses - torn, chopped, and burned, desperate and frightening. All these lifeless faces were familiar to him, and those empty eyes stared at him, as if accusing him and cursing him.
"Shul, please forgive me!"
He screamed, dropped his weapon, dropped everything, and ran out of the purgatory-like hall without looking back. Unexpectedly, another woman followed closely behind and disappeared into the inn.
