Hircine, the Demon God of Hunting, is standing high on his bone-white throne made of the teeth and bones of countless ferocious beasts, overlooking the endless grassland of beasts. And millions of flags made of beast leather stretched neatly from the top of the mountain to the end of the wilderness, flying fiercely in the strong wind.
The red moonlight fills the earth, and a hunt is underway!
Countless beasts roared and bitten! Then he was hunted and killed by crude primitive weapons! The hunters peeled off their furs alive, then selected the best parts and presented the bloody trophies to Hircine!
It's an endless hunt that has no beginning and no end.
All of this is formed by the souls who came to the Kingdom of Hircine. Here, the identities of prey and hunter switch with Hircine's likes and dislikes. There is no real winner or loser, only Hircine's will and the hunt itself are supreme. And those souls who, although they came to Hircine's kingdom for some reason, still retain their independent consciousness, pursue freedom and refuse to kneel under Hircine, will be favored by Hircine.
Each hunt to capture these souls pleases the devil even more.
But today, the hunting sacrifice that had been specially held for this purpose was about to be included, but it failed to attract Hircine's attention.
Because from the beginning to the end, the Demon God's gaze remained in a daze on the thick grimoire in his hand... The soul of the high-level priest who existed as a waiter consciously stayed away from Hircine's palace. Because only the oldest among them know the existence of this grimoire.
According to legend, it is a supreme artifact that can predict the end of the world, and it is the most precious one hidden in Hircine's treasure house. Whenever the old era is destroyed and a new era is about to begin, new prophecies will appear in the grimoire. The demon god Hircine relied on this grimoire to survive so arrogantly that he is still standing today.
The end of the world brings new prophecies, and Hircine picks up the grimoire, which means that the old era is about to end and a new century is about to begin... All of this together represents only one word, turmoil!
There are no books in Hircine's palace, because this demon is often controlled by the beast in his heart, and often violently tears all the fragile objects in the palace into pieces - nothing is indestructible under his sharp claws ! His pair of iron claws are better than any magical sword - except this grimoire.
This just proves Akatosh's point of view, everything has a positive side and a negative side, and wherever there is truth, there must be falsification.
Now, this representative of Fauvism is sitting quietly on the throne, holding a book in his iron claws instead of tearing open the prey, and smiling. This is really weird! The priests all crouched in the distance, trembling and praying with all their hearts, hoping to appease Hircine's anger. But if they knew what Hircine was looking at, they would be shocked!
The grimoire in Hircine's hand is now turned to the latest page, and it reads -
""The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim" full main line + all branch lines + all partner collection graphic guide, author: Third Aunt..."
What the hell is this? !
The Elder Scrolls world, from Elona's dream.
With the exception of Akatosh, the Dragon of Time, and Alduin, the Devouring Dragon, almost all the other demon gods and holy spirits, including Talos, the mortal god, are "played" by the new gods of the new galaxy. They incarnate as gods in the dream world, living in annihilation, the interlayer between the material world and the dream world, and comprehend the rules and divinity of the Lord God wholeheartedly.
There is a natural opposition between the devil and the Holy Spirit, or even between the devil and the devil, due to factors such as divine contradictions. In the world of The Elder Scrolls, they either fight against each other personally, or seduce and drive believers, and have been fighting endlessly for millions of years! There are endless conspiracies, plans that have been laid out for tens of thousands of years, manipulation of the monarch to dominate the world, and other events.
As the new gods themselves, they are happy to see this happen, and are even willing to indulge in the divine rules of the new world.
The essence of the reason is that on the one hand, the ones they initially chose to fuse were all divinities that were in line with their own ideals. A saint can be extremely hypocritical, but he must be honest to his own divinity and rules; on the other hand, on the battlefield competing for the divinity of the Lord God, everyone is each other's enemy. There are no allies here at all, let alone friends!
In the outside world, there may be a sequence of canonizations, and the strength of the new gods may be higher or lower.
But in the race to pursue the divinity of the Lord God, no one knows who is on the right path, and certainly no one knows who is ahead! Who is closer! Everyone regards their progress in understanding the rules of the Lord God’s divinity as top secret! And every new god actually knows that there must be only one person who can inherit Elona's power - what they pursue is the sublimation of essence, to transcend the level of mortal gods and become the main god, rather than to snatch the one after being divided into many parts. share!
Because once that happens, it will mean that although Elona has fallen, no one will become the new main god.
The gods of Old Mona guided them to canonize them, accepted them as new gods, and even shared their understanding of the power of the main gods. They may not have any good intentions...
The New Gods know this very well. Whether it is out of vigilance against the old god Mona, or for the competition between each other, they must concentrate on studying the divine rules while leaving themselves a back-up - "Helsin" to prepare for themselves. Yes, it is this "Magic Book of Prophecy".
...Well, even if there was a chance to cheat, this rough guy didn't know what to keep. In the end, he could only go to the third aunt to copy a guide... Game geeks, you know that a certain guide will become a supreme artifact in the future. ?
In his setting, a new chapter will appear in the grimoire only when the time point is reached. And only when Hircine picks up the grimoire, will he break away from Hircine's identity and become "himself" again.
"Tear it up! Tear it up..."
Hircine's divinity roared in his heart, making his iron claws holding the grimoire tremble slightly. "I didn't feel such a strong feeling last time. The influence of Hircine's divinity on me has become more and more serious." He tried hard to suppress Hircine's nature, frowning and thinking, "If this continues, what will happen to me?" Or did Hircine swallow me up? Mader... I always feel that there is a big one in it... Forget it, I can't figure it out at all with my brain."
He picked up his PHS - a wand shaped like an axe-gun - and shook it.
"Albanis...my favored one, my beloved blood descendant. Bring that person to me. This is the final test I give you! If successful, when your soul returns to the wilderness, I will Grant you the honor of standing beside my throne..."
He looked at the pile of objects beside the seat that had been scratched into unknown shapes by the iron claws... Well, the teething stick should indeed be replaced with a new one.
"My son Albanis, I designate him as your sacred prey! Hunt him, the last of the dragonborn!"
The small town of Helgen, which was rebuilt from the ruins, is full of vitality again - note that it is "Helgen" (Helgen) and not "Hircine" (Hircine) - although they are both "Helgen brothers", one is The name of the town and the other is the name of the devil, which must not be mistaken.
Although a large amount of supplies were lost in the attack by the dragon Alduin, and then General Tullius took away most of the town's population, the town of Helgen should be destined to decline. However, a blacksmith who appeared here inexplicably and Hadawa, a stubborn Nord, successfully changed everything.
They first saved most people's lives under the dragon's flames. Then he led these people and rebuilt their homes on the ruins.
Although a large number of houses in the small town of Helgen were destroyed, the farmland cultivated in the valley outside the town was still there, and the nearby small iron mine did not collapse during the attack. In other words, Helgen's economic foundation as a town is still there, but it lacks a large working population. However, this shortcoming is made up for by the "robber captives" continuously sent by a certain blacksmith.
Therefore, in this autumn when winter is about to enter, the small town of Helgen actually presents a slightly weird and prosperous scene!
In order to store supplies to survive this harsh winter, almost every Nord is working as hard as being whipped - the men are driven into the mountains to hunt, while the women are busy making food that can last for more than half a year after harvesting the grains. Black bread. Everyone walked with their heads down and at a trot. And the town's top chief, Hadawa, is the whip. Only he can keep the lazy Nords busy.
This is what Albanis saw when he stepped into the town.
"English blows Siting", Albanis, the saint of Hircine, looked at everything in front of him with great interest and said to himself (don't ask me why people from other worlds speak English). In every Nord town, no matter how big or small, as long as you walk into the main street, you will always see one or two drunkards and idlers, but there are none here - all the people are busy - they are working. , while taking advantage of the Nordic nature of talking nonsense, even the speed of speaking was accelerated a bit because of the work in hand.
"How did the rulers here do it?" Albanis was very interested.
Even though he was wearing tattered and rough fur clothes, his gray beard was tangled with ashes on his cheeks that had not been washed for a long time. But in fact, in addition to his status as a saint of Hircine, he is also the actual count of the empire. After all, he has the blood of Hircine flowing through him. How could such a family remain unknown? However, his family's territory was in Morrowind Province. It was in ruins after the Red Mountain eruption and is now occupied by the Argonians.
"Hey! You! Open the bag and let me see it!"
Just as he continued to look around, he was suddenly hit by someone from behind. Albanis had been aware of the attack in advance, but he deliberately pretended to be unprepared and was knocked staggering. "Ah? What are you going to do?" He turned around and looked at the strong Nord man who bumped into him "vigilantly" and asked.
"Ah, I'm sorry, my previous professional habits." Unexpectedly, that Nord man suddenly changed his appearance - in the blink of an eye, he changed from a vicious bandit who blocked the road to a simple and honest Nord farmer. "What, old man, you are blocking the road. We are about to pass a car, let's give way." After saying that, he dragged Albanis to the roadside without saying a word, and then seven or eight large cars came from The Zhenmen filed in and passed them by.
The motorcade caused a large number of women to come out and watch. "The car that went to Whiterun City to buy food is back!" someone shouted, which immediately triggered widespread cheers! With this batch of food for the winter, everyone suddenly felt more at ease.
"By the way, why haven't I seen you in town before? What do you do? What's the purpose of coming to Helgen?" The Nord man holding Albanis suddenly asked with a serious look on his face.
Albanis cursed in his heart, "Damn it, how many faces do you have?! Why don't you start acting when you change so quickly?"
He didn't know that these were all former bandits sent by Lu Yuan. They work as wandering thieves in the wilderness. Although they look carefree and comfortable, in fact they are all hungry guys who have no tomorrow after today. Once these people are accepted by the town, they have a strong sense of belonging and are willing to work hard to build the town. Moreover, these people have both force and experience (as thieves), and are surprisingly wary of strangers. The security of the town of Helgen has also improved a lot.
"I'm a hunter," Albanis patted the bow and bag with the string unstrung, indicating that he was in no danger. "Who should I call if I want to exchange some food? Do you collect furs here?"
"You sell furs? Man, this is Nord!" The Nord man smiled incredulously. Nords, everyone is a good hunter. So much so that even the furs produced in Helgen Town cannot be sold at a high price in Whiterun City, so how can they be purchased from outside?
"That's it. Then can I move around? You know, maybe I can find a job to get enough food and a place to sleep." Albunis said helplessly as he put down his bag.
The Nord man looked him up and down again, and only after he was sure that the old hunter was not in any danger, he waved his hand casually and said. "You can do whatever you want. There's a lot of work in the town right now, so you won't be hungry."
This guy didn't realize that he had just committed a terrible death! The Saint of Hircine is the strongest incarnation of the demon god Hircine in the mortal world! It is its spokesperson for faith! Hircine is not a kind person... Not to mention that Albanis still has the blood of Hircine, which means that he can freely display most of Hircine's abilities and magic - destroying this town can be said to be impossible No effort!
Fortunately, Albanis is a disciple of Hircine, and he also believes in the motto "The hunter never changes the prey he has chosen", so there is no extraneous matter.
"As you wish," the old hunter said softly, smiling as he watched the Nords leave. "I will take a good look at this town." He closed his eyes and then opened them. In those old eyes that had become cloudy, two wild beast-like vertical pupils suddenly appeared!
The scenes that happened a few months ago reappeared one by one on the ruins of Helgen like a phantom.
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ps1: Martial arts fantasy still exists in the world, but Master Huang is no longer in the world!
Master Huang Yi shatters the void, making people inexplicably melancholy. How many people grew up reading Master Huang Yi's novels, and I am one of them. But I never expected that Master Huang is only over sixty years old, so he never misses the year. I can only wish that Master Huang, who created and promoted the concept of "travel", can also travel to a new world and continue his unfinished journey of being proud of the world.
ps2: Writers, please pay more attention to your health.
ps3: This volume and this book are not intended to end hastily, and will continue to be created normally according to the outline.
