Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 227 Hall of Vigilantes

We all know that Stendarr is a god of justice, mercy and benevolence in the belief of the Nine Holy Spirits promoted by the Empire.It is rumored that Stendhal fought alongside Tiber Septim during his history of conquering all of Tamriel.

Unlike most of the Holy Spirit, most of the servants who serve this Holy Spirit protect the weak, heal the sick, and lend a helping hand to those in need in a humble, just, friendly and generous manner.Moreover, because of the legend that the Holy Spirit and Molag Bar are enemies, as believers who believe in this god of justice and mercy, most of Stendhal's believers are very concerned about hunting demons, vampires, werewolves and the like. The dark creatures have a special fanaticism.

Frost Moon.

On the 20th.

Skyrim, Halls of the Vigilante.

Although Stendhal's temple is in the imperial capital, in Skyrim, the most active ones are the vigilantes who are responsible for fighting various dark creatures and protecting the innocent.

It is a loose but powerful organization of various powerful warriors and priests.Its head is Archbishop Midorance.

As a believer in the God of justice, mercy and benevolence, old Midorans spent the first half of his life fighting various evil creatures walking in the dark. Call him back from the cold and desolate wilderness, let him replace himself, and become a new generation of Vigilante Bishop.

And the old Midorans, who had been a soldier for half his life, may also be tired of endless hunting. The flame and impulse in his heart finally subsided after endless killing and purification. The pursuit of mercy and humility became the belief that supported him for the rest of his life. He began to follow the footsteps of the previous generation of archbishops, diligently managing the huge Hall of Vigilantes and hundreds of colleagues living in it.

"Dear Archbishop:
Please allow me to tell you..."

Old Midorans calmly omitted the unavoidable nonsense in the letter, and by the dim candlelight, his slightly cloudy eyes stared straight at the words on the top-secret letter sent back by a colleague, his gray eyebrows It was locked tightly, as if something was on his mind.

"...Because of the well-known war in the South, the continent is now in turmoil, chaos, murder everywhere, and many evils that we thought were gone have resurfaced, like squirrels smelling blood.

There is evidence that several Daedric lords were involved, many names please forgive me for not being able to explain it to you here, as my lord has warned us that it is unwise to speak of any great being!But our colleagues in the south have admitted to me that in Anvil and Bravil, multiple gates of oblivion have been opened, and armed demons and hoarse spiders have swarmed out! "

Seeing this, the archbishop frowned, and some kind of uneasiness and fear welled up in his heart.It seemed as if he could see the boundless army of annihilation in front of his eyes, and the ground was full of flames and corpses!The light of life gradually goes out.

He suppressed his palpitations and continued to read.

"...The emperor is sending a number of envoys to convey the order to General Hammerfall Decianus and General Stonton of High Rock to return to the imperial capital. It is very likely that the purpose is to have a decisive battle between Cyrodiil and Summerset Isle. ! In fact, General Jona of Skyrim was the first to arrive. I believe you should have heard about it, esteemed archbishop..."

"...We don't know whether it is because of the chaos caused by the war, or the darkness itself is evil. After the Cardinal found the traces of demons in many cities in the south, he ordered people to investigate the turmoil in various parts of the mainland, in case Those terrible things once again swept the continent like the crisis of annihilation."

"...Skyrim, as the oldest birthplace of mankind, is also shrouded in evil and darkness. There is evidence that Reach, as the most barbaric and bloody area, is lurking with some evil power, but the emissary sent by the Cardinal to investigate is in After issuing a critical warning, his whereabouts are unknown. For this reason, the Cardinal Archbishop ordered that the Skyline Vigilant Hall should send corresponding personnel to the area to find out where the source of this dark force comes from!"

"...Finally, please allow me to pay you my highest respect once again!
A loyal friend.

M "

Old Midorans firmly held the thin letter in his old hand, read it over and over again, until he was sure that he could no longer get more information from the lines, and then put it together with the envelope in the obscurity. lit a candle, and watched them burn to a heap of ashes.

Suddenly, the archbishop sighed softly, and blew the pile of ashes into the dark corner until they could never return to their original appearance.

"Come here," called the Archbishop.

Outside the door, the guard immediately opened the door and came in.Under the dim candlelight, the figure of the archbishop loomed, only a pair of cloudy eyes glowed with some kind of brilliance.

"Send Islam over here," said the archbishop.

Israeln was awakened in his sleep, and he reflexively grabbed the warhammer by the bedside.The other hand made a gesture of divine art.He didn't let go until he realized that he was in the place called home by many vigilantes, on a comfortable and warm bed, not in a dangerous and cold field, nor in a dark and gloomy cave. hands.

"What's the matter?" Israeln looked at the person vigilantly, and the tone in his mouth was not so pleasant.

But obviously, every vigilante is used to being cautious. After all, there is not much room for error in a wild night full of dangers. Maybe a small habit that you ignore can win a whole lives of vigilantes.

Therefore, seeing this tall and majestic Red Guard grasping the weapon immediately, the guard didn't think he was disobedient, but a smile filled the guard's gray eyes.

"The archbishop ordered you to go there," the guard said softly.

Israeln recognized this colleague, who was the guard next to the archbishop, and he also confirmed that he was no longer in the dangerous wilderness, so he was completely relieved.He stood up, fully dressed and walked out of the room shared by two vigilantes with little preparation.

Well, Israel is used to it, even when he is sleeping, he will not completely remove all his clothes.

It is worth mentioning that the other bed was vacant.Obviously, his roommate is still in the banquet hall at this moment, maybe drinking or chatting with people.

Or, maybe both.

The Red Guards followed the guards through the empty corridors and training grounds.

The night in the sky is extremely cold, the stars and the moon have all disappeared, making the already silent night extremely dark, and the guards need to hold torches to patrol;
The prayer room in the distance was so brightly lit that Islan could even hear the murmurs of his colleagues; the only thing comparable was the banquet hall, where the disarmed and weary vigilantes roasted The warm wall fire, or drinking honey wine, or eating food, talking about the knowledge of various places.

Islahn even recognized the loud and powerful voices and laughter of the Nords who lived with him, as if the cold and windy sky and night could not quench the never-ending enthusiasm of the Nords.

Tranquility and heat, faith and life, this is the vigilante.

For some reason, Islam felt an indescribable awkwardness in his heart at a scene that he should have been used to for a long time.He longs to embrace the icy nights of Skyrim, and resents the lazy, self-important life of the Vigilantes.

We can do more!
The Redguards thought of those farmers and miners whose hearts had been dug out by werewolves and vampires, and their blood was sucked dry. They gritted their teeth, and their faces soaked in wind, frost and blood were as hard as a stone.

Archbishop's study.

The Redguard saw the old man whom many of the vigilantes called the leader.

"I came here at your order." Israel's hard face melted away for the first time, revealing a trace of respect.But at the same time, this young, stern and cold vigilante couldn't help but wonder why the Archbishop summoned himself in such a late night.

Archbishop Midorans is the mentor of the Redguards. It was the old Midorans who led him to the path of vigilantes when he was most confused in Islahn.

Perhaps the Redguards are not so sincere in their belief in the Lord of Justice, Mercy, and Mercy, but it is undeniable that Archbishop Old Midorans is definitely a respectable life mentor in Islahn's heart.

"Islaen." A smile appeared on the archbishop's old face, and the warmth that only relatives could have in his muddy but wise eyes.He waved his hand, and the guard stepped back respectfully.

"Sit down. I hope I haven't disturbed your rest, child," said the archbishop. "But excuse me, that's all I can do."

Israeln sat on the chair on the other side of the table almost without hesitation, and the chain armor on his body made a slight clicking sound.

There was a bottle of Corlevian wine and two wine glasses on the table. Obviously, the archbishop had expected that he would come.

The archbishop looked at the Redguard's tall and straight body like a javelin, and a smile appeared on his face. "You should learn more from others, my child. A bowstring that is stretched too tightly is easy to break."

"But the softened bowstring will make it too late for us to draw the bow when we need it." Islan said, his voice was as cold as the rocks of Hrothgar Peak, "Actually, I think the vigilantes have lost their vigilance. While drinking, our enemies are killing more innocent civilians."

The archbishop sighed, and he poured two full glasses of wine himself, one of which was given to Israeln, his favorite child.

Yes, just as the Redguards regarded old Midorans as their most beloved mentor, the archbishop also couldn't forget the scene when he first met Islaen as a child many years ago.At that time, the man in front of him was still a child, but his eyes were full of confusion and pain that even adults never had.

"Sometimes we have to stop before we can move on," said the archbishop. "Even the hardest steel needs to be tempered to increase its ductility, or it may break at any time."

Israeln hesitated for a moment, but still took the wine glass.He took a sip, and the sweet and slightly spicy taste of the fine wine from the south of Cyrodiil immediately filled his buds, and brought a warm feeling, which made him involuntarily savor it.

The archbishop smiled and watched his expression change from cold stone to soft moonstone. Well, although the difference between the two seems not that big, but looking carefully, there is still a difference.

Silence prevailed in the archbishop's study, until a coal in the fireplace burst suddenly, sending sparks flying.

"Your order?" Israel was still the same Israel. After the initial silence, he spoke again, and his softened attitude became hard again.This time, he was more direct. The Red Guard put down his wine glass and asked seriously.

Midorans was silent for a while, he even couldn't help stroking the beard on his chin, and scratching the scar left on his left cheek from a certain battle in the early years - this scar almost took one of his Eye.From the left forehead to the nose, the scar almost runs through his face.

If it wasn't for that time, when the pure-blooded Valhatch vampire was about to scratch his face, his steel hammer smashed the vampire's head first, and his grave would already be three feet high at this moment.

This is also one of the reasons why the vigilantes respect old Midorans so much, because now the archbishop who seems to be blown away by a gust of wind at any time is a real soldier who has come to his current position step by step from the bottom of the warrior. Like those scribes who are always well-dressed in the imperial capital, they only open their mouths and praise princes, nobles and ladies to gain power that does not belong to them.

Old Midorance realized that he had lost his mind. He put down his slightly trembling hands apologetically, and said, "Please forgive me, when you are old, you always like to recall what you have. Where are we talking? Ah, yes , commands. Well, boy, we are not soldiers who only know to obey. The Lord of Mercy tells us to be humble, just, kind, generous, to protect the weak, to heal the sick, and to lend a helping hand to those in need. But We are still just a group of shepherds looking after his flock for the merciful Lord, maybe we have more tenacious beliefs than others, but we are not a group of soldiers who can only kill, this, Islan, you must clear."

Israeln didn't refute the archbishop, but even the cook who didn't care about these vigilantes walking in the wilderness and darkness knew that this always stern-faced Redguard was more important than a warm bedroom and strong wine. He likes to swing his warhammer on a cold night.

Therefore, the archbishop wisely skipped more rhetoric and said, "What do you think about the war in the south?"

"A boring fight." Islan's gray eyes flashed a trace of obvious disgust, and he said coldly: "Humans and elves, the hatred that has lasted for thousands of years... the blood of the innocent is shed all over the earth, just for To please those above you in this game of gods and Daedric lords..."

The archbishop sighed again, he realized that maybe the order this time was not so wise.

But what else could he do?

Old Midorance lost his mind again.He wisely refused to listen to the not-so-pious 'blasphemous' words from the mouth of the Red Guard, squeezed his wine glass, and looked at the blazing fire in the fireplace.

(End of this chapter)