Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

"Emperors, nobles, generals, soldiers, the battle between humans and elves, these are really disgusting and annoying things." The archbishop patiently listened to Islan's complaints, and then he spoke, "But about the position We shouldn't speak too much about the existence of the Light Realm and Annihilation, Islaen." Old Midorance said. "Just for your own good."

The Redguard moved his mouth, but in the end he still didn't say those words that disturbed ordinary people.He held the bottom of the wine glass in confusion, stroked the lines on it lightly, and remained silent.

"Islan, in Cyrodiil, the gate of annihilation has been opened." The archbishop's words made Israel's eyelids twitch, and his tall and straight body was now almost like a javelin, full of calluses His right hand moved, as if he would suddenly pull out a sharp knife from somewhere.

Old Midorance knew that it was the conditioned reflex of the young, upright and serious soldier in front of him after many years of life-and-death fighting. The archbishop looked at the cold green eyes of the Red Guard, as if seeing himself in his youth. , which made his heart soften.

"There is evidence that our enemies are planning something. No, I will not talk about who the enemies are, but the merciful Lord knows who they are."

Israel immediately snorted, with a dangerous expression on his face.

Old Midorans forced himself not to delve into the dangerous thoughts of his child who regarded himself as his own, and continued: "... Cyrodiil is not far from us, but it is not close. The people in the temple will handle it."

Old Midorans almost turned his back to the fireplace, but Israeln could still see a worried look on the archbishop's old face: although his hair was well-groomed, the left strand was full of Nord style. The ends of the braids were even tied with silver rings, but the snow-like hair color, and the loose skin on the forehead, neck, and exposed hands and feet all showed that the old man in front of him was deeply loved by Stan. Dahl's favorite, but he is still just a Nord, and the years have never stayed on him for even a second.

However, Stendhal's amulet hung on the archbishop's chest, and the gems on it glowed softly, proving that the eyes of the Lord of Mercy and Justice were indeed on the old man before him.

"There is turmoil all over Skyrim, Islahn," said the Archbishop. "Some of it is mere mead babbling, and when they calm down it will be all right; but."

"A terrible force is gathering, like lava hidden under the volcano, Islaen. If we can't find and extinguish them in time, what awaits us will be an eternal night."

Israeln squeezed the wine glass tightly, without hesitation drank the wine from the southern part of Cyrodiil, which was barely touched, and said coldly: "That's just right, my machine crossbow and warhammer are already hungry and thirsty, Just let them come."

"Although I don't want to say that, maybe you are right this time." The archbishop sighed, "We need more information! Islaen!" The old man's tone became severe.

"Yes, archbishop." The Redguard stood up.

"Go to Duran and the others," said the archbishop, "and then head towards the Reach area. Maybe you will find more ominous omens. But remember, the light is with you."

Israeln breathed out a scorching breath, and slammed his chest heavily, causing the icy chain mail to rattle.

Seeing the Redguards leaving, Midorans smiled, but soon, the archbishop rethought, he called the guards, and continued to issue orders to the others.

Israeln first hurried out of the bishop's tower, and when he breathed in the icy wind that was as icy as the hot weather of falling hammer, his fiery heart finally cooled down a little.

He nodded to the guards guarding the door of the bishop's tower, made a little identification of the direction, and headed towards the prayer room.

Kaka.

Although there were handymen and other guards cleaning it up, the snowflakes in the sky were still falling endlessly, piling up on the slate floor, and the Red Guards' icy boots wearing iron armor made crisp sounds when they stepped on them.

At this time, the two moons Marcel and Secunda, who were originally covered by dark clouds in the sky, jumped out at the right time, and the holy light fell on the world again. With the starlight all over the sky, Islaen seemed to have returned to the wilderness of the sky.

Israeln couldn't help but stop for a moment, and then moved on.

The prayer room was not too far from the bishop's tower, and Islan soon came to the hall where the holy artifact of the Lord of Justice, Mercy and Mercy was enshrined.

Pushing open the thick wooden door, the murmur of prayers inside through the specially constructed stone walls hits the cochlea directly. Combined with the solemn and solemn atmosphere around, and the candlelight as bright as day, people are in the light of rumors. General.

Of course, this is just the view of believers and some scholars. In fact, mortals cannot understand and peek at the original spirit (Et'Ada), including the Creator Holy Spirit that we are familiar with in the past and is called "not our ancestors" by the elves. The Daedric Lords are all inferences or even conjectures made by humans and even elves in order to make it easier for them to understand these greatness, but the existence of the Holy Spirit and Annihilation has never positively given these 'definitions' of humans and elves response.They just look down on Nairn and humans (elves) from above.

The cold wind alarmed many people, and the monk on duty even cast a reproachful look at the Red Guards.Israel nodded indiscriminately, and searched among the crowd.

"Duran." The red guard's eyes lit up, and he walked towards someone.

Not many people knew when Duran and Islam met, but it was undeniable that the relationship between the two had always been very close, and they would always be assigned together when they were on missions.

Duran Cypher, who was praying earnestly with his head down, raised his head and showed a wry smile, "Islahn, you shouldn't be yelling here, everyone is praying devoutly, you are too rude."

But Israeln said, "Well, let mercy remain in the halls of the Merciful Lord, and now we must go to justice."

With a head of lush blond hair, a tall body, and a hint of resoluteness in his gentle brows, the Nord blinked his lake-like blue eyes in surprise, and lowered his clasped hands.

"You mean?"

"The Archbishop has an order." The Redguard said vaguely.But he believes that the friend in front of him will definitely understand, just as he knows that under the pious face of his friend, there is a fanatic heart.

Sure enough, upon hearing what Israel said, Duran Cypher stood up with a smile in his eyes. "So what are we waiting for?"

The Nord was taller and more muscular than Islahn, and it was hard to believe that he was an ascetic from Stendhal.But only those who really know Duran know that the monk's usual weapon is a heavy two-handed warhammer.

The two walked out of the prayer room, leaving the murmur of prayers behind them.

"Just the two of us?" Duran asked in a low voice.

Israeln looked up at Red Moon Mather, the darkness in the first half of the night became much brighter now, the snowflakes even seemed to have stopped, and the cold wind was much weaker, as if announcing the occurrence of some kind of change.

"Of course not." The Redguard lowered his head. "We all know how this kind of thing could happen without them."

Duran nodded, a smile flickered on the corner of his mouth.

Ballroom.

Xi Lang couldn't remember how many glasses of malt wine he drank tonight, and often before he drank the last one, two handymen quickly handed him the next full glass of malt wine.

"Come on, Xi Lang, Altano is dead, you must win this time, I will give you ten Septim gold coins." Someone shouted beside him, the voice was harsher than the roar of giants that Xi Lang had heard.

"Shut up, Kasiti." Solini Yorad said, "Although the archbishop does not force us to obey the ascetic ways, gambling is certainly not allowed by the merciful Lord."

Female Nords are prestigious hunters among the Vigilantes, having exceptionally rich experience in hunting vampires and werewolves.She had long chestnut hair, was slender but vigorous, and painted the unique black dye of the Nords between her eyes and eyebrows, more like a shield of the Companions than a vigilant of Stendar.

"It's just to make it interesting." Cassiti noticed the strange eyes of the people around him, and pouted resentfully, "Okay, okay, praise the merciful Lord, I take back what I just said."

The people around laughed.

The vigilante's life is dangerous and boring. Except for ascetic monks like Duran, more vigilantes are actually similar to ordinary mercenaries.Perhaps the Vigilantes during the Annihilation Crisis could still maintain a humble, self-disciplined and uniform life, but with the passing of the Annihilation Crisis, peace came to Tamriel (although minor disturbances still occurred frequently during this period, they seemed to spread to the entire Nirn The crisis like the star has never appeared again), and for hundreds of years, the successors of these powerful warriors have become closer to... life without exception.

Although most of them still retain their devout belief in the Lord of Justice, Mercy, and Mercy, it is unavoidable that compared with the Vigilantes during the Annihilation Crisis, today's vigilantes are really one heaven and one earth.

In the huge banquet hall, a long table was placed in the center, and two wooden benches were placed on both sides, which were full of people.

On the table, mead, food, cream cake, beeswax ham, etc. were piled up on the table.

On the other side of the table, a large fireplace was burning vigorously, keeping the cold night outside well.

Altano, who was nervously drinking with the Bretons, had red eyes, and poured cold wine into his mouth glass after glass, as if this would make the mighty warrior from Morrowind forget everything about his hometown.

Oh Vvardenfell,

Three Holy Lands,

fallen tower,

May your light last forever.

Altano swallowed the cold malt wine painfully, as if swallowing the eternal pain in Dunmer's heart.Because they all know that the Pearl of Tamriel, which once shined for an era, has fallen forever, and what is left of Dunmer is only the perennial gloomy sky and the ashes that block out the sky.

No one noticed the pain in Dunmer's heart, and almost everyone was shouting, cheering, and agitating, as lively as the Burning Olaf Festival in Solitude.

But although the vigilantes from Morrowind tried hard to take the opportunity to let the 'enemy' fall, or let themselves fall-but obviously, the Breton people were not an easy person.

Xi Lang's cheeks were flushed, reminiscent of his Redguard companions, his drunken eyes were almost the same as Altano's, and the things printed in the pupils could almost see double images.

But even so, the tough race from Gaoyan still used their strong will to resist, pouring malt wine cup after cup into their mouths amidst the cheers of others, showing no intention of bowing down to their 'opponent' .

The situation persisted like this.

No one remembered why this farce was born. Solini looked helplessly at the people around her shouting and cheering excitedly. At this moment, the thick wooden door of the banquet hall was pushed open.The icy cold wind roared in at night, and even though the charcoal fire in the fireplace was burning vigorously, it was still difficult to hide the biting chill.

The commotion in the hall suddenly fell silent, and most people turned their attention to the door.

Solini saw the familiar figure of the Redguard, followed by a taller Nord ascetic. She exclaimed in surprise, "Islahn."

Israeln pushed open the third door tonight, and scorching light and breath rushed towards his face.The noise inside, which could be heard clearly and unmistakably through a thick door, suddenly fell silent.

Seeing the surprised look on his female companion's face, Israel nodded with a sullen face.Then the Brightonian was spotted in the crowd drinking heavily with Altano.He walked over, his cold armored boots creaking on the wooden floor.

"Altano." He nodded to another prestigious vigilante companion, frowning, "I think you'd better sober up, His Excellency the Bishop should come to you, if you don't want to be rude in front of him if."

The dark elf's drunken red eyes immediately cleared up. He looked at Israeln, as if thinking about the deep meaning of the Redguard's words, "What do you mean? Israeln."

The Redguard didn't explain too much, but instead grabbed the Breton man by the collar, slipped him up from the front of the wine table, and walked out the door.

"Everyone, the farce is over, now, either go back to sleep, or keep your eyes open, the darkness ahead is waiting for us."

Dulan nodded apologetically to his companions, and hurriedly followed.

bang.

The gate was closed again, leaving behind a bewildered Vigilante and a thoughtful Altano.

"What happened?" Suolini followed behind the two and asked.

At this time, the Red Guard and his companions were walking on the way to the armory, and the drunken Bretons were unceremoniously stuffed into a pile by the handymen and guards. After the snow ball, I completely woke up.He muttered and complained, not loudly, but enough for others to hear.

"When we see Ganma." The Red Guard said simply, "I will tell you the truth of the matter one by one. Shut up, Xi Lang, if you complain again, I will stuff you into the snowdrift again, so that Keep your mind clear."

The Breton man stopped talking, and he shivered, as if he had been severely frozen.But even so, when he saw the armory close in front of him, he still asked in a strange way, "Okay, okay, I forgive you for stuffing me into that big cold and smelly ice ball, but Can you tell me, what are you going to do when you don't sleep, Islaen, to find us all at night enough to freeze to death?"

After confirming that they had indeed been ordered by the archbishop, the guards let them into the armory.The four of them turned through several boring passages and came to the forge hall where the ordnance was stored and crafted.

Here, Israeln and the others met Ganma Neville, who was in charge of forging and maintaining the daily weapons and mechanical crossbows of the vigilantes.

"Ha, you guys came together like this." The blacksmith with most of his left shoulder bare, his body full of muscles, and a Nord-style beard laughed loudly, with a hearty and heroic voice.

He is a typical Nord.

"We're here to collect the weapons, Ganma." Islan said in a deep voice, "There's a mission."

"Well, this is indeed the only reason why all of you can come here together." Even at this time, the equipment master, who was still naked with his upper body, was waving a hammer in front of the scorching forge and nodded.He put down the forging hammer in his hand, his eyes swept over the faces of the four people one by one, and finally returned to the red guards.

"So, Islan, what weapon are you going to bring this time? Let me explain in advance, I have recently improved the crossbow, maybe you will like it better."