"ya~a~a~ya, ya~a~a~.ya~a~a~ya, ya~a~a~~~~"
Lu Yuan slowly woke up from a deep and sweet sleep, as if his body had emerged from the depths of the sea.
In his ears, he could still vaguely hear the intermittent low singing, like a girl in gauze singing a soul song, or like a blind man singing in the wilderness. The song was melodious and melodious, but when the ears tried to catch it, it strayed further and further away, eventually leaving no trace.
Instead, there was the sound of rolling wheels.
When the hard wooden wheels are walking on the stone road, the car body is shaking hard as it collides with the stone road. Lu Yuan's body also followed the carriage, rocking as if on a boat. "I'm sitting on an ancient carriage that still uses wooden wheels, and the shed is open. Because in addition to the slightly biting cold wind, I can also smell the smell of grass from the wilderness. And... the horse pulling the carriage has just defecated. That warm smell..."
Lu Yuan closed his eyes and smiled to himself. Although his hands were tightly tied together with the rope, he didn't mind.
There were two rows of seats on the open carriage, separated on the left and right, and four people, including Lu Yuan, were sitting there. "Hi, you, you're finally awake." Seeing Lu Yuan sit up straight, the person opposite spoke first. The man's spoken language was poor and stiff, as if he was talking with a pebble in his mouth, and had a strange rhythm. "You were about to cross the border at that time, right? You happened to break into the Imperial ambush, just like us, and this little thief next to me..."
Lu Yuan still didn't open his eyes, which usually meant refusing to communicate, but the man didn't stop - he seemed to be eager to find someone to say something, and didn't even care if the other person was listening. Maybe it's because he knows what's going to happen next. Although he was ready to accept it calmly, regrets were still unavoidable, which made him talk extra.
"Don't call me a thief! You damn storm cloaks!" Lu Yuan heard another man's voice and intervened from the side. The voice of this man called "Little Thief" is also a little hoarse, just like the former one. Perhaps it's because the boundless snow-capped mountains and long winters in Skyrim Province have already scratched the voices of all those who were born and raised here. "Without you in Skyrim, everything was peaceful and peaceful! Now it's in such a mess with you Stormcloaks!
Damn it, if the Empire hadn't been hunting you down everywhere, I would have fled to Hammerfell..."
The "little thief" kept mumbling and complaining. He didn't realize what was going to happen next, and even wanted to pull Lu Yuan to "share the same hatred"! It's a pity that Lu Yuan didn't even open his eyes except for his smile getting brighter and brighter.
"No matter what happened in the past, now we are brothers and sisters, as close as one family. Little thief." Lu Yuan heard the man in front of him say pointedly, with a touch of ridicule. You can't be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but you can die in the same year, the same month and the same day... Although the Nords don't have the same proverb, they walk together after death, which is a kind of ape dung.
"Shut up, all of you!" the driver roared! They were so verbose that even the driver could not stand them.
But after only half a minute of silence, the "little thief" continued to speak. "What's wrong with him?" Lu Yuan continued to close his eyes. The little thief could only chat with the man opposite Lu Yuan, but what he asked was about the last passenger in the car - that man was wearing clothes that were not suitable for Nords. They are very gorgeous clothes - the chain mail and cloak are lined with bearskin, and they look like they are noble at first glance!
But that man not only had his hands tied, he even had a rope tied around his mouth! Apparently, the soldiers who captured this man believed that even his words were weapons...
"Watch your mouth!" While the Nord man opposite was speaking, Lu Yuan suddenly spoke at the same time as him. And every word he said, including his tone and tone, was exactly the same! "You are speaking to the true High King, Ulfric Stormcloak!"
I was so scared... the four people in the car just fell into a brief silence!
Even the guy who was known as the Supreme King of Sky turned his head to look at Lu Yuan——
"...Are you a wizard?" The little thief was the first to speak, and asked cautiously. In his impression, only those wizards who are so eloquent can predict the future.
"Wizard? Haha~" Lu Yuan finally opened his eyes, shining like stars.
"I'm the protagonist!"
"The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim" (im) became a joke because it was Chinese-styled as "Old Man Scroll" when it first entered China. Senior players often play this trick constantly and enjoy it endlessly.
Later, because The Elder Scrolls IV: Annihilation had extremely sophisticated graphics and opened up a large number of third-party interfaces for character materials and picture materials, it led to an unofficial mod explosion, which greatly deepened and expanded the game. With the influx of a large number of discord mods, the province of Cyrodiil became a paradise world filled with countless beauties with hot bodies and revealing clothes. Since then, "Old Man Scroll" has evolved into "Girl Scroll" ", countless core players are playing with female accounts, staring at the butt that has been beautified to the extreme and sucking fiercely... When it comes to "playing with butts", "Overwatch" is ten years late!
The tradition of "girl scrolling" has continued until the fifth generation of The Elder Scrolls game "Skyrim", and it will obviously continue...
Lu Yuan is experienced in this game.
If there is any part of the game that he is most familiar with, it is undoubtedly the car journey at the beginning - he can even memorize the dialogue between the four people in the car. Because of countless reopenings, he simply couldn’t understand this part better! But when it comes to the plot of the game, I'm sorry... The first part of his memory is still very clear, but it becomes completely blank at the end... Because just like the fourth generation, he has never really passed the level...
Because he is similar to most players. He is addicted to various ENB, environment beautification, weapons, houses, partners, skins, laboratories (ahem, there is really no such thing!) and other mods, and he plays more than 200 every time. Mod, until the game is completely played to death, or if there is no more freshness, just change a batch of mods and start again - as for the plot, what is it?
But even if he doesn't understand the plot, that's what happens later.
Now he is sitting on the carriage. The person sitting in front of him is Ralov, the Nord man from Ximu Town. The little thief on the side is Lockel. As for the person sitting on the same side with him, of course, he just murdered the High King of Skyrim, the famous Storm. The cloaked leader Ulfric - this means that the position he is sitting on is absolutely crucial! Because "the butt determines the head", the person sitting in this position must be the son of destiny!
Therefore, no matter how humble he is, he has to give Big Elona a "like" with eight teeth and a bright smile at this moment!
Ah, your master god is so awesome, isn’t it?
Lu Yuan traveled through seventy, eighty or ninety worlds, experienced wind, frost, rain, snow, spring, summer, autumn and winter, and after tricking countless protagonists - he finally became the protagonist!
"Ralof", "Loker", "This is His Majesty Ulfric Stormcloak".
"Lu Yuan."
The carriage was still rumbling forward. In addition to the four people in this carriage, there were several carriages in front of them filled with prisoners - all of them were Stormcloak rebels captured by the imperial army who ambush this time - Of course, there are also Lu Yuan and the little thief Locke who were caught while mowing the grass and hunting rabbits. Lu Yuan had just traveled through time, and of course he had no memory of what happened before. But those people seemed to know clearly "how Lu Yuan was caught" and were not surprised by Lu Yuan's existence...
Except for his race.
"Lu Yuan, where are you from?" Larov asked curiously, looking at Lu Yuan's face that was very different from the common ethnic groups in Tianji Province.
In his opinion, Lu Yuan looked very much in line with the Nordic aesthetics: an eight-foot tall man, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and well-defined muscles. As the carriage rocked and rolled under his clothes, he was as full of explosive power as a cheetah! But his face is a little yellowish, and he doesn't have the big nostrils of the Nords, or the fat faces of the Bretons, let alone the red faces of the Redguards.
In short, the facial features are clear but not too prominent, which is quite different from those of people from Tianji Province.
"Huaxia...can be considered a member of the Empire." Even though the people sitting in front of him were the rebels and the largest leader of the empire, Lu Yuan still chose an imperial background for himself. Nothing else - the Nords are poor and willing to be poor; while the Empire people are rich and especially want to make money! Of course Lu Yuan would rather be a rich man.
"It's hard to go from extravagance to frugality"~! It's enough to come to this place where people generally don't take baths. How could Lao Lu, who likes luxury and enjoyment, endure a life without money? So the background must be greedy Imperial people! necessary!
Look at Lu Yuan's clean fingernails without any dirt on them, and his refreshing hair that can actually flutter in the wind (the Nord's hair is like little braids stuck together with dirt and sweat) ), a few people believed it... Fortunately, the Stormcloaks just wanted to overthrow the imperial rule and establish a Nord country - they were rebelling against the imperial government, not ordinary imperial people, and there was absolutely no "kill all the empire" in their program "people".
So several people didn't express anything.
However, when he heard from the imperial soldiers beside the carriage that the town of Helgen ahead was the end of the journey and that executioners had been prepared there, "Little Thief" Locke began to collapse. He kept praying to the Holy Spirit of this world and looking forward to salvation. Larov is a resident of Ximu Town near Helgen. He looked at the familiar scene outside the car and was also murmuring in memories.
Only His Majesty Ulfric Stormcloak, even though he knew he was about to be beheaded, remained as silent as stone.
Only Lu Yuan, when approaching Helgen, stretched his neck like a monkey. Everyone in the town stared at it with wide eyes, as if they had never seen it before. In the end, even Ralof, who was remembering the killing, couldn't help but say, "What's so interesting about this?"
"Because this scene will never be seen again," Lu Yuan predicted with full brilliance, "In the mid-autumn moon, Helgen will be destroyed by dragon flames."
