"Ding dong~ding dong~" The hammer struck the anvil rhythmically, and red iron pieces splashed with sparks following the impact.
The huntress Ella, who was also crowded in the crowd, opened her eyes wide, watching the ax that had almost used up its blade. It was stretched obediently under the forging of the blacksmith, and in the blink of an eye, the wedge-shaped ax blade was reshaped. .
Then the blacksmith didn't make any move. At most, he held the cold ax head with a flick of his wrist, and the ax was thrown back into the furnace. Then the iron tongs took out a red-hot hoe and continued to forge. . From the beginning to the end, the rhythm of the forging hammer beating the anvil was never disturbed in the slightest. The blacksmith used his tongs to put the ax back into the furnace, and then took out the hoe just right, without even turning his head.
The whole process was magical, and Ella was a little dazzled by it... It should be noted that Ella's grandmother and mother were both members of the Comrades. She grew up in the Comrades until she passed the trial and became a member of the Comrades. When she was a child, she played wildly on the territory of the Comrades, and the Sky Forge was one of her favorite places. Erindil Greybeard, the master blacksmith known throughout the continent, was nothing more than a rigid old man in her eyes.
She had seen many times of gray beards banging iron blocks beside the furnace, but it had never been as... pleasing to the eye as the scene she saw today!
Yes, it looks good, very, very good-looking! If Ella were to compare it, it would be as beautiful as the rain hitting the roof, the flowers swaying in the wind, or the stretched posture of a running cheetah! Yes, it’s this feeling of becoming one with the world. It should belong to the wind, frost, rain and fog, to the nature of heaven and earth, but it should not belong to one...person.
At this moment, she suddenly understood what Erindil Greybeard said:
"I'm not as good as him..."
"Tylande" suddenly gained such a great reputation in the North, and was even recited by countless people. Of course, it is impossible to become famous all over the world just by building a few magic weapons. That is a plot that can only be found in novels. In fact, before the name "Tylande" was remembered by the big shots, he had already gained great fame among the vast majority of the lower-class people in the empire and was talked about by countless people.
All this is just because of one thing "Tylande" did. During his travels, he helped farmers repair their farm tools for free.
If the place you arrive at is a farm, he will help you repair hoes and sickles; if it is a lumberyard, then it will be a saw and axe; if it is a mine, it will be a pickaxe, shovel, etc... and the reward is only dinner and a glass of ale, he nothing else needed.
But the problem is that he has traveled to most of the North, and his footprints are all over the Skyrim Province!
There are hundreds, even thousands, of villages where he left his footprints! Including the hunters living in the wild mountains, the fleeing wild people, and even the orc villages that were driven to the border, they have all received his favor! This is amazing!
No, even thinking about such a thing makes me feel terrible!
Why did he do this? As Tyrande's reputation grew, countless people secretly speculated on his intentions, especially political figures, who never hesitated to speculate on other people's motives with the greatest malice.
But they couldn't figure it out because no one had ever done this in the entire history of Tamriel, and they didn't know what "taking the mass line" meant or "surrounding the city from the countryside."
The tradition of Tamriel is that "the strong rules."
Talos (formerly known as Tiber Septim), the first to unify the continent, was a powerful dragonborn. In history, he once captured the impossible city of Alor in one hour (actually it was besieged for nearly five centuries, but Long Po erased this period of time from history)! Talos even changed the climate of Cyrodiil, turning the jungle into land suitable for farming.
In short, because of his personal strength, the remaining provinces of Tamriel are almost determined by word of mouth! And those provinces he conquered all followed the pattern of defeating the provincial coalition forces and then surrendering as a whole. This resulted in the aristocratic system within the province being completely preserved, and the imperial system left behind a fatal legacy from the very beginning. of cancer.
Talos unified the continent and left behind a pattern: the provincial lords succumbed to the strong, and the strong guaranteed the independent status of the lords...
The history of Tamriel is such that in everyone’s impression, this is what you should do if you want to be king and hegemony (for example, what Ulfric Stormcloak is doing now is to copy the path Talos has taken. ), there seems to be no second way to go.
Precisely because no one could guess it, some people said with certainty, "Master Tyrande is traveling to practice blacksmithing." This statement has been recognized by countless people.
But no matter what, this behavior of "Tylande" still won the firm support of the people at the bottom, and those who stood in the righteous camp also had a good impression of him. After all, in this era of frequent wars and lack of faith. It is so valuable and heart-warming to have a person who is down-to-earth in doing good deeds and making selfless contributions. Such organizations, of course, include the comrades-in-arms group.
In this way, Tyrande's reputation grew even bigger, even surpassing that of many lords.
Ella once asked Erindil Greybeard about this issue, because it was widely spread throughout Skyrim that Tyrande was Erindil's disciple.
"Of course he is not my disciple," Ella clearly remembered the expression of the gray-bearded master at that time. He was a little surprised and confused, but in the end he just said, "I'm not as good as him." At that time, Ella just thought that the master was talking about personal virtue. But when she saw Tyrande's skills today, she secretly I thought, maybe the master is talking about the skill of blacksmithing?
Ella can feel the state of "union between man and nature" because she is not far from this state. While Ella loves nature, her bow and arrow prowess is also considered to be extremely skilled, so she is naturally touched by this.
But the other Nord farmers gathered around here, not because they saw anything, they were just joining in the fun.
The women stared at Tyrande's naked upper body without blinking. Whenever Lu Yuan lifted the hammer to make his chest muscles bulge, or when sweat slid down his bronzed skin, they would hold their breath and subconsciously pick up their wine glasses to cover it up.
Most of the men were talking enthusiastically about the legends related to Tyrande, and asked the protagonist of the story for confirmation. Once they get even a few words of response, whether positive or negative, they can brag for a long time.
…
"The sword you made for Old Crow can really cut through thirty weapons? Is it really that powerful?"
"Hmm~" Lu Yuan, a blacksmith, agreed vaguely.
"I said it's true!" The Nord who asked the question immediately confirmed happily! Not only that, he immediately dared to mix his own material in front of Lu Yuan! "Don't you know? Those are not just thirty weapons! Among them are the Red Guard Scimitar, the Empire's long sword, and the Elf's glass sword! The most important thing is that there are two of us Nords The ancestral double-edged battle ax! It’s made of all steel, and the ax handle alone is as thick as an arm!”
"Wow~" As expected, his bragging caused a crowd of exclamations.
"How can you use an ax handle that is as thick as your arm? You can't even hold it tightly." Some people just didn't know what to do and actually found bugs in the show!
"Bah!" The bragging Nord jumped up immediately, "You think it's your delicate little hands! Those are the hands of the general under Old Crow! Each one is as big as a tiger's face!"
Ella is speechless. First of all, Cricket is a lord of Messor City, and the largest military officer under his command is the captain of the escort brigade. There cannot be a general; secondly, his hands are as big as the face of a saber-toothed tiger, so he is a monster and not a human being!
"...A total of thirty weapons, a total of thirty weapons! No more, no less! After cutting off the thirtieth one, it was also the sword passed down by Old Crow's family. This divine sword broke by itself with a 'click'... ...The old crow then remembered what Master Tyrande once said to her, 'A sword with a sword can break thirty blades'! Alas, even if it was too late to regret it at this time, that woman was immediately stupid. "
All the Nords laughed happily when they thought of the old Crow Lord holding half of the family heirloom sword in his hand, stunned and stunned. Then I remembered that such a powerful sword was broken, and I couldn't help but sigh, so I started drinking heavily...
As for what they said, the huntress Ella was close to the upper echelons (although the comrades did not do any serious work, they had a high status), and she actually knew more and more accurate information. Ella knows a more realistic version: Igrod Old Crow did use that sword to cut off thirty weapons, and the Excalibur did break on the spot! And those that were cut off were all weapons of the Meursol City Guards! But she immediately opened the box she brought with her and took out thirty new weapons and distributed them to the city guards!
"No matter how good the sword is, if there is only one, it will break sooner or later. What I need more is thirty good weapons that can make my soldiers more powerful."
Obviously, she is using the divine sword as a metaphor for herself, while the good weapons refer to the city guards. Although the divine sword was not there, Old Crow's move successfully won over the hearts of the city guards and consolidated the status of the city lord. This incident became a good story among the aristocratic circles of Solitude City, but among the people, it evolved into one of the series of legends of "Tylande playing tricks on the aristocrats"...
There is also the "golden armor" story that has been circulating recently: In the story, Tyrande used a fake gold armor to make the nobles in the entire capital area look ugly. This is the most popular story among the people today. Regardless of the Empire or the areas controlled by the Stormcloaks, this story spreads like it has legs.
But what about the reality?
In fact, the family of the original purchaser did feel the anger of being deceived. After all, it was the Septim family! Although this family is a branch of Emperor Talos and is not qualified to inherit the throne. But as long as his surname is Septim, he has decisive power. The reason is simple, because the empire's currency is called Septim! Isn’t this reason awesome enough?
At that time, Septim's parents were really angry when they saw the gold plating being scratched off to reveal the color of white iron! He grabbed a sword and slashed at the armor. He wanted to cut the armor in half and then go find the liar to settle the score! It was an ebony sword collected by Septim, and Count Septim used all his strength at that time. However, when the ebony sword struck the armor, it was broken by the direct impact like a bone.
Needless to say, the subsequent story goes without saying that Count Septim not only sent a large sum of money to Master Tyrande overnight, he also treasured the armor as a family heirloom...
But these are not the parts that ordinary people can know.
Who would have known that among the people today, "Tylande's golden armor" would actually become synonymous with fakes.
