The huntress Ella is a lively woman. She always lives in her own world heartlessly. This fact is known to almost everyone in Falkreath. But what no one knows is that whenever Hircine starts broadcasting, she disappears from people because she likes to hide and listen alone.
"The Last Words of the War Dead" sounds like it is not a happy program. Just listening to the slightly sad music in front of her made her cry - no one in this era can understand that everyone has two sides. A man who looks rough on the outside is either a delicate and delicate female literary youth on the inside, or a female literary youth who has not yet been developed. There is no third kind.
With this strategy, you will be successful.
"My child, I know you are listening." As the music deepened, a man's voice suddenly sounded - it was not Hircine's voice, but it made Ella's heart tremble - the man's voice continued, " I can't tell you my name because you are still in your hometown and it will be in danger if the lord knows who I am.
…A few months ago, I told you I was going to Falkreath. Now that I'm here at Hircine...you should know what happened to me. Don't cry, you know? You know why I left. Let me tell you...I will avenge your mother! I also made a few... Your dad is worth it to me! Now I come here to eat a lot of meat and drink a lot of wine, and my life is pretty good.
...When you grow up, go to Falkreath. If you tell me your name then, you will have land and a pension! If they dare to default on their debt, Mr. Hai will cause trouble for them! "
"Dad!" A young voice suddenly sounded. This was Hircine's two-way connection.
"Shut up!" The man immediately shouted loudly, "Didn't I tell you not to speak!... My child, don't let anyone know who your father is, that way it will be safe. Unless in Falkreath, unless one day, in this world, The noble is dead... Tell me who your father is!
Okay, no more words, people die like fire. My child, don’t worry about your father and live well! Find a wife and have children...Dad is watching you! "
The voice hung up and Ella burst into tears. On the earth, countless people shed tears.
…
"My wife...it's me." A thick Nord voice.
"You? I'm just telling you that you can't find anyone! You bastard, why are you dead? You, why don't you run away... Wuwuwu~" A wailing female voice sounded on the radio and outside at the same time. Ella shrank her body into the shadow of the roof, and then stuck her head out. She saw a stout Aunt Nord covering her face and crying bitterly, and several women were comforting her... They seemed to be the family members of the mountain group members who had just returned.
"I...I ran in the wrong direction." I felt speechless. The image of a stupid Nord man appeared so vividly in everyone's mind.
"Pfft~" Ella, whose face was still full of tears, couldn't help laughing.
"You damn ghost!" The aunt below was also very angry and scolded her for several minutes! Her men listened without daring to refute...but it was all broadcast live by Hircine.
Ella wiped her tears quietly, then relaxed her body and leaned against the wooden wall. This feeling is a bit strange - someone you know clearly dies, so you should feel very sad? But now that I know that the person's body just died and his soul went to a special place, I feel less sad.
Besides, even if I don't die, I will never be able to meet again, and I won't always be able to talk through the radio like now. But as long as you know that that person is still "alive", and he is still living in a world without war and nobility, and you live a life of going to bed when you are drunk and continuing to drink when you wake up... Ella doesn't know if others feel "relieved". , but she suddenly wanted to hit someone!
"Stop scolding, wife, the live broadcast is on." The man begged for mercy in a low voice.
"...Hmph! Come on, you're already dead, what do you want to talk to me about? I've agreed in advance that my laundry team is in trouble, so it's impossible for me to go over and accompany you now!" His wife also said He was so tough that he started planning for the future as soon as he wiped away his tears. "But if you dare to mess around before I die, I will castrate you first thing when I get there!"
"No! Don't die, live well! That's why I'm looking for you, the ax..." The man choked out a few words.
"What ax?" Aunt Nord didn't understand.
"That's my ax! The one hanging in the attic...Honey, you won't throw it away to me, will you? That's an antique!"
"It's just that broken axe. That's why you came to me to talk about it?" The aunt's expression changed.
"That's it," the man who didn't know he was on the road to death was still nodding happily. "Honey, remember to put it in my coffin for burial. That is my favorite thing."
"Your favorite thing is an ax?" The aunt said in a very unkind tone.
Countless people listening to the radio were trying to catch the person's emotional intelligence. This was the second time! The last chance is almost enough. You must not seek death again.
"Yes, the ax has a carved surface," the man said happily. "My grandfather's grandfather left it! The saber-toothed tiger tooth that my family keeps is from this ax..."
"Go away and get along with your ax! I will burn that broken ax now, and then find another one! Want an ax? Just dream!"
…
Throughout the day, at least hundreds of those who died in the war contacted their families through Hircine's radio. Some of them were making arrangements for their funeral arrangements, some were crying with their families, some were laughing and scolding, some were urging their wives to remarry in a free and easy manner, and some were admonishing them one by one for every detail...
The audience also fell into sad emotions one after another and could not extricate themselves. They cried and laughed with the confider, like a bunch of lunatics. Falkreath was almost an undefended city on this day because everyone was listening intently to the radio.
The coalition forces did not take the opportunity to attack - there were also many followers of Hircine hiding among the coalition forces, which almost paralyzed the coalition forces. Especially since none of the hundreds of dead people broadcast live were from the coalition forces, the morale of these believers was deeply hit! The entire army was demoralized.
Should we blame God or the nobles? I'm afraid they have already figured it out in their hearts.
"We won." Annie and Minami Rika said when they met by chance in the tavern.
"Yes." Nan Lixiang was filled with emotion. Hircine's live broadcast did ruin the solemnity of the funeral, but it greatly boosted the morale of Falkreath's army! If they knew that their death was just a change to another world, I am afraid that most Nords would not be attached to their current life - it would not be a good life anyway.
On the contrary, the morale of the coalition forces can be expected to suffer a devastating blow!
The god of war, Talos, whom their nobles and upper echelons of the army believed in, never farted even a single word except for the last oracle! Not to mention someone as "people-friendly" as Hircine.
...In the past, everyone didn't think there was any problem with this, because every living creature and demon god was so aloof. With a posture of "I give it to you, you can take it, and if I don't give it to you, you can't take it away." What will happen to the life after death? It can be said that it all depends on God’s “charity”, no, it should be said as “gift”. But things are different now. Hircine has set an example. Not to mention the live broadcast - the specific life of the Kingdom of God has been spread through the mouths of those who died in the war! Now all Norn knows!
But what about the Kingdom of Talos?
Although the Kingdom of Talos is still shrouded in mystery, Hircine once said something good, "Nobles are still nobles after death, so the question is, who is serving these nobles in the Kingdom of God?"
Even the nobles believed Hircine's words 100%. They firmly believed that after they died, they would go to the Kingdom of Talos and still live a noble life!
So who will serve them? Of course they are those untouchables who believe in Talos... Haha! Isn't this obvious? Hircine's words completely shattered the illusions of those who wanted to become the hedonistic class after death! And the nobles don't deny this. They won't say that you will become like us after you die! This statement would deny the "innate nobility" of the nobility, which would shake the foundation of the nobility, which would be more serious than killing them.
"Not only will the morale of the coalition collapse, but it will also fall into division. Our previous plan to specifically attack the Stormcloaks has come to fruition. I have received intelligence that Ulfric is going to run away." Nan Lixiang said with some regret. Nowadays, the coalition's secrecy is like a sieve, and information can be spread out easily. After hearing that they were attacked by the Mountain Regiment in the morning, Ulfric and Tullius had a big quarrel, and then took the opportunity to move the Stormcloak barracks away from the coalition forces.
In fact, it would be impossible not to move. Today, the Imperial Army still has nearly full strength of 6,000 soldiers, while the Stormcloaks only have 3,000 soldiers left, and their equipment is worse than that of the Imperial Army - they are already in a situation where they will be annexed at any time! It's strange that Laowu isn't afraid.
"But I guess that Ulfric must have other means. He is by no means a person willing to fail."
Maybe it's because Lao Wu was captured by the Thalmor elves, but somehow he was taken seriously by the elves and reached a secret agreement with the Thalmor elves; maybe it's because Lao Wu assassinated the King of Skyrim and was already beheaded, but he was still alive. Escape (in Helgen); in addition, he was seriously injured by Nan Lixiang's sniper this time but did not die - three consecutive escapes from death gave Lao Wu some strange confidence - he believed that he had destiny, not only would he not die He will die and he will definitely be able to fight back in desperate situations!
That's why he won't give up easily.
"It is indeed a pity. If we open our mouths now, the Empire will probably join forces with us to destroy the Stormcloaks first." Anne also saw the path, "If there is an army at this time to block the coalition's retreat... even for a moment No matter if there are thousands of people, we will be able to win more!”
"Dang~dang~~"
The sound of hammering an anvil echoed in the blacksmith's workshop. Because all the blacksmiths and apprentices went to listen to Hircine's live broadcast, the bustling workshop in the past became silent. There was only the sound of the burning fire and the sound of Lu Yuan banging the iron.
A standard steel sword gradually took shape under his hammering.
The straight blade, like a sharp triangular sword spine and double blood grooves, are tied together at the tip of the sword in the Roman sword style.
"A perfect work." The blade stretched out from the void and stopped steadily on Lu Yuan's neck, cutting a trace of blood. With just a slight pressure, it could cut his artery! A slightly frivolous man's voice said close to Lu Yuan's ear, "It's a pity that you will never have the chance to complete this sword... because you are going to die soon, respected Master Tyrande! You will leave a regret to the world. , Haha~ And I like regrets the most.”
The assassin is like a transparent phantom, floating in the air, and even attacks cannot make him appear.
He seemed to be intoxicated with the pleasure of putting Master Tyrande's life under the blade. However, Lu Yuan continued to forge the sword without changing his expression. Not to mention showing a fearful expression, he did not even tense the muscles under the blade. ——This would inevitably cut his pleasure in half...
The assassin stopped laughing in dissatisfaction and continued. "Ah, it seems that you are a real hero. I read it right. But aren't you surprised at all? Who am I? Who hired me to kill you? Why did you choose the target? As long as you ask, I will tell you without hesitation.”
However, Lu Yuan continued to strike as if he hadn't heard anything. Instead, another voice appeared at the door of the blacksmith workshop, "Are you like this to the Dark Brotherhood? Get on your horse and work faster! If the guards are alerted, none of us will survive!" The man guarding The one at the door also used magic to hide his figure.
"That's right, I don't like plans to go sideways." Another person appeared by the window. The voice was slow and it seemed that he was the magician who used magic to make the three of them invisible.
"Haha~" The assassin laughed dryly. Lu Yuan did not cooperate, so he could only ask and answer his own questions. "Ulfric hired us to destroy Helgen Fortress. But when we got to know Falkreath carefully, guess what? We found that the real core of these people was not Lord Albanis, nor Mayor Hadawa. Haha ~The one who really unites people's hearts is the demon god Hircine, and the other... is you, the great Master Tyrande! Your prestige in this city is unparalleled... and what's more interesting is that the Mother of Night also believes that , you are the key to changing history...
Hadawa is nothing compared to you!
Therefore I bring you the greetings of the Dark Brotherhood, you will be the fourth Emperor to die under the blade of the Dark Brotherhood...the Uncrowned Emperor. "
The Dark Brotherhood especially likes to assassinate key figures who happened at key points in history, such as the last bloodline of the Septim Dynasty (The Elder 4)... They seem to be satisfied with having a huge impact on history, whether good or bad. , but no one has ever been able to figure out what their real political leanings are—perhaps it’s just confusion that has caused confusion since ancient times—it’s obvious that Falkreath is at a turning point that can change history, and some people can see it. , and Lu Yuan, who is the core key, is also on this list.
"I just don't understand something," Lu Yuan, who was the target of the assassination, finally stopped forging at this time, "What is the reason... that makes you dare to imagine me as a weak chicken?"
