Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Ganma personally took down a steel machine crossbow that was shining with metal from a weapon rack next to the forge, and handed it to Islahn. "Compared to the previous ones, this machine crossbow can fire two bolts in succession, with a higher attack speed," said the blacksmith.

Israeln looked carefully at the killing weapon in his hand, he could even see the butter smeared on it, and the bow string was made of steel wire, which had stronger penetration than the previous animal tendons.

"Very well, we need four," said Israeln.Stendhal is not opposed to killing, because if justice is not defended by strong force, it is just a phantom on duckweed, and there is no way to talk about it.As for mercy and kindness, that comes after justice.

"Three." Duran said in a deep voice.

Solini even rolled her eyes, but she said nothing.Because everyone knows that although ascetic monks and ordinary vigilantes believe in the Lord of Justice, Mercy and Mercy, there is still a big difference in their actions.Just out of friendship among companions, the female Nord decided not to despise his insistence.

"Two." Xi Lang said.The Breton was not one of those stubborn knights, but as a nimble swordsman and warlock who roamed the warrior's flanks, his hands were too occupied with sword and magic to handle a machine crossbow.

Israeln agreed.Then they took more crossbow bolts, battle axes, war hammers, and a series of sophisticated weapons such as two-handed (one-handed) swords.They've all been buttered to perfection by the blacksmith, and there are few better weapons than those forged in the Skyforge of Snowrun.In addition, they also chose light and strong chain mail and cloak-in the wilds of Skyrim, heavy armor is not a good choice for adventurers.Perhaps heavy armor is more defensive, but in the face of a series of problems such as more unexpected field and maintenance, since ancient times, except for the army, ordinary adventurers will not choose heavy armor when they need to explore in the wild. Lightweight, easy-care mail and leather armor are the first choice for adventurers.

Seeing that everyone was equipped with all kinds of weapons and protective gear needed for this mission, Israeln conveyed the archbishop's order to his companions. "There is no date limit for this mission, but it is foreseeable that we will not be able to return here for a while." The Redguard said in a deep voice, the orange light of the forge made his face even redder . "But I believe that compared to the almost decayed life here, the night in Skyrim is more exciting to everyone."

"Actually, I have no objection to staying here." The Brightonian shrugged. "At least you can drink good wine from all over the place."

"Sooner or later, you will be kicked out of the ranks of believers by the merciful Lord." Solini said unceremoniously.

"We shouldn't talk about the Holy Spirit in such a frivolous manner." Duran was very unhappy. "The Lord of Mercy watches us."

"This mission is very likely to be related to the fate of Skyrim and even Tamriel." Islahn could hardly help sighing, but he could only suppress his helplessness and said, "So, shut up."

Xi Lang and Suolini trembled almost at the same time, and wisely chose to shut up.During this period, vigilantes who received orders kept coming to find Gan Maso for weapons and equipment. The blacksmith was so busy that he didn't have time to come and listen to their conversation.

The Breton man inserted a sharp long sword into the scabbard at his waist, "I thought it was the war in the south that really affected the fate of Tamriel. Huh, humans and elves, the killing never stops."

"Don't forget, half of the elf blood is flowing on your body." Solini hit the nail on the head.

The young magic swordsman was short of breath, and glared at the female Nord almost annoyed.The Bretons, also known as half-elves, are a hybrid of elves and humans.Most of the Bretons are distributed in High Rock Province, and the more famous city-states they established include the famous Daggerfall, Wayrest, and Sentinel City.

Around 2E566, Emeric of the Kingdom of Wayrest united with other city-states of High Rock and the Redguards and Orcs of Hammerfell to form the Second Daggerfall Alliance. The Ebonheart Covenant Alliance established by the Dragonmen and the First Ancestor Shenzhou established by Queen Irene competed for the imperial power, and thwarted Molag Bal's plot to pull Tamriel into his plane of annihilation, Cold Harbor.

In other words, the dispute between humans and elves is an old trick.The conflicts between the two sides are irreconcilable, and the war will never stop unless one side can change his beliefs.And as a Breton with half-elf blood, most of the time, he joined the battle as a third party.

Duran stopped his companions, "War should never be praised, but what can we do?" Ascetic monks oppose war. They are more like priests. Rescuing people and healing the wounded are their pursuit.But for this war between the empire and the ancestors of Shenzhou, the ascetic monks can do nothing.

The two stopped their bickering immediately, looking weary.

"The war has nothing to do with our mission this time." The blacksmith's place was very lively tonight, and the four of them had to keep giving way to fellow vigilantes passing by.Israeln noticed that the eyes of many people were full of suspicion and fanaticism. Obviously, the archbishop not only gave orders to the Red Guard squad, but also gave similar orders to more vigilantes.

Among them, the Redguards saw the dark elf (also known as Dunmer) Altano who was seen in the banquet hall before, and he also led a vigilante team to the armory to get the corresponding weapons and equipment.The two sides also greeted each other with their eyes.

But the huntress keenly heard the strangeness in the Redguard's words, "So there is an indirect relationship?" she said.

"At least that's the news I got." Islahn snorted coldly, a little irritated, "War causes chaos, and chaos is what our enemies are best at and desire. But Stendhal, this is not what we should worry about .Wars are for the emperor to worry about, and our problems are evil that lurks in the shadows." He said, "Maybe we can find the answer in Reach, but now, it's time for us to go."

Under the reflection of the forge and the candles on the wall, the faces of this small adventure team were full of determination and excitement. I learned that in Cyrodiil, a new gate of annihilation has been opened.This symbolizes that the turmoil in Tamriel is most likely related to the Daedra Lords entrenched in Oblivion.

Thinking of the annihilation crisis that happened an epoch ago, the members of the vigilante team couldn't help but feel a wave of uncontrollable fear.They nodded to the blacksmith, gathered their cloaks, turned and left.

In fact, it seemed that the vigilantes had started to move tonight. Many people lit torches and candles and came to the stables and armory. The originally silent Stendhal Church boiled like water.

4E173, Night Star Moon.

On the 11th.

just now.

Touching the door of the dilapidated house haunted by some kind of evil force made Turka also feel a little palpitation, but at this time he didn't know that it was the king of robbers, the soul reaper and the father of vampires who occupied this place Molag Bal.He only felt an extremely terrifying darkness sweeping over him, almost swallowing him. The invisibility potion carefully refined by the alchemist could not even resist this force. He was squeezed out from the shadow plane and returned to the present world.

"It's amazing," Turka said.He looked at the palm in surprise, and looked at the dilapidated house in front of him that seemed to be shrouded in a filthy shadow. He was meditating, and there was indeed a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

"grown ups?"

Nargis kept rolling his one-eyed eyes, his expression a little surprised.

Turka looked at him, his amber pupils glowed, "Maybe you are right, we should go to that nobleman's mansion to take a look." The turmoil in the city became more and more serious, people and guards were running around wantonly, Screams and cries were heard endlessly. Turka had already heard footsteps not far away. It was obvious that someone was coming here, even mixed with the sound of iron armor rubbing.

The assassin was terrified and annoyed that he could see through invisibility for those in front of him.However, he was smart enough not to express what was in his heart, but still pretended to be submissive. "Please allow me to show you the way, my lord, I know how to go."

"I don't think so." Turka said suddenly, and he shot suddenly, grabbed the assassin by the neck, and pulled him out of his invisible state.He didn't know how to do it, but he could feel it, and he could do it.So he made a decisive move.

Nargis was shocked, but Turka pinched his neck without the ability to resist, like a kitten caught by his life, helpless and terrified.

"Wait." A voice interrupted them.The sound of footsteps suddenly turned around the corner and appeared in front of the two of them.Several guys in thick cloaks and scarves covering their faces looked at them in surprise.

"Who are you?" The leader asked in a low voice.From Turka's sight, these people almost drew their weapons very nervously, but it was obvious that they were not Markas' guards.

They wore cloaks, shrouded in shadow, and carried weapons in their hands.Well, facing a double-edged battle ax, a heavy war hammer, a sharp long sword, and a... Is that a mechanical crossbow?interesting.

Turka seemed to have expected it a long time ago. He stared at the assassins in his hands with dangerous eyes, "Is it them?"

Nargis could barely breathe, but luckily Turka didn't intend to kill him yet. Mr. Assassin shook his head desperately, lest he answer slowly, his neck would be covered by the terrifying tiger in front of him like a tiger man. The guy snapped off like a twig.Nargis could clearly see that as he shook his head, a look of regret flashed in the target's terrifying eyes.

Turka let go of his hand, "cough cough." Nargis fell to the ground and curled up aside, looking pitiful as if he was barely alive.No one noticed that the originally bound hands were secretly untied at this time.

Turka didn't like being pointed at with weapons very much, so he asked the other party. "Before asking this question, shouldn't you give your names first?"

Turka's composure was obviously beyond the opponent's expectation, and, "Stendhal, he is really tall." Among the four people in front of him, the sword-wielding exclaimed.

Turka did not speak.He stared at the other party, his golden vertical pupils shone with light from another world, making everyone palpitate.

The leader of the unexpected visitor whispered something to his companion holding the heavy hammer. It was obvious that there was some kind of dispute between them, but in the end the leader put away the bright battle axe.

"I'm sorry." The other party pulled back the cloak, revealing a dusty face. It was Israeln. "We thought you were... we meant no harm."

He signaled the others to put away their weapons, but the vigilance in his heart did not diminish.

Since they left the Vigilante's Sanctuary (Hall), they have traveled all the way south across mountains and plains, across lakes and rivers, eating and sleeping in the open, just to look for the ominous omen that the archbishop said.

At that time, due to the far-reaching war that took place in Cyrodiil, all kinds of turmoil, large or small, had obviously occurred in various parts of the sky.What disturbed Israel and the others was that the further south they went, the more obvious the terrifying shadow that hung over everyone's heads.Along the way, they were threatened by bandits, beasts, and even night moon hunters. The most serious one, they even found a village slaughtered by werewolves and vampires.

That day, the Redguard and his companions were all silent.The corpses of men, women, old people, and children are everywhere, and the horrible scene seems to be in hell.

And the pedestrians on the road are becoming less and less, good people no longer dare to go out alone at night, even in the daytime, farmers and miners are working cautiously and fearfully, as if there is something watching them in the wilderness of the sky, hunting Looking at them, for strangers, people always have a slight alienation and suspicion on their faces, as if they carry some disturbing omens.

"We are the vigilantes of Stendhal," the Redguard's green eyes were obviously tired, and his voice was low and charming, "I'm sorry to scare you, if you walk in the light, you won't be Need to be afraid of us."

Turka remained calm, but countless thoughts flashed through his mind. "I am in awe of the light," he said. "My 'friends' and I are here on a mission, so if we can, we want to get out."

Nargis, who was curled up on the ground, heard some kind of threat from the word friend mentioned emphatically in the target's mouth. Obviously, his small actions still failed to hide from this powerful... what is he?A glint of annoyance flashed across the assassin's one eye, he stood up, and muttered angrily, "Yes, that's it."

"Friend?" Islan's scrutinizing eyes turned back and forth on Mr. Assassin and Turka, as if he was thinking about something.Xi Lang muttered, to the effect that how could there be such a friend in this world.But in the end, the Red Guards accepted the words of the amazing man in front of them—Stendhal, is he a half-blood of a giant?
"May the Lord of Mercy protect you, stranger, tonight is a restless night, isn't it?" said the Redguard.