Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 239 The Gears of Destiny Rolling Forward in 4E173

In 4E173, Ye Xingyue.

On the 12th.

The day after Turka Arakano disappeared.

Because it was night, many people enjoyed the hard-earned respite after a day of running around, enjoying the hard-earned respite. Businessmen chatted and laughed in taverns and inns, discussing the harvest; rude mercenaries People, drunkards, thugs, and propertyless people are running around in the city; the soldiers are either nervous or yawning and staring outside the city.

That night, dark clouds silently covered the twin moons in the sky, and thousands of Forsworn crossed the Cass River and formally surrounded Markarth.

No proclamation, nor like the heroic epics of the bards, these savage, insane Reach-land originals struck as soon as they came up.

On that day, the sound of shouts of killing and explosions of magic resounded through the sky; the howls of death were endless.Even a deaf old woman will be frightened and mourned by the sad things that happened that night.

Many people were killed in the night's battle, and the city gate was even breached at one point.If it weren't for the continuous turmoil in the city, the nobles and lords in that majestic fortress finally divided their energy on banquets, singing and dancing, gambling, and playing to the people in the city. about to lose—

In fact, regarding this point, Rogatus and a large number of other people misunderstood the lords of Marcus. It is not that the nobles are unaware of things outside the city, but they have more things to deal with. Important——At the critical juncture, the guards of the Santo's Mansion, wearing heavy Dwemer metal armor and holding spears and steel shields, walked in neat steps. Those who were driven out.

And those primitive tribes who believed in Namira and Hircine were not to be outdone. The most powerful warrior among them, Heart of Thorns, fought fiercely with the Summoner.However, since the heart of thorns is an inhuman creature transformed by a magical ritual, the spells of the high-spirited mages have limited power on it, and as a result, neither side can do anything to the other.

The next day, when Little Rogatus and the others walked out of the Silver Blood Inn with the closed gate, they saw corpses all over the floor, as well as the market area that had been burned to the ground and the commercial area that had suffered indiscriminate disasters.

"This is terrible." Aliti covered her mouth, crystal clear tears kept accumulating in her big beautiful eyes, and finally fell down like pearls.

"Gods, who can protect us?"

Looking at the sad, terrified, and pitiful appearance of the Silver-Blooded Daughter, the poor Rojatus Savius ​​got hotheaded and made the impulsive oath of the young man.

"I—I'll protect you, Ms. Aletti! I swear!"

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In 4E173, Ye Xingyue.

On the 12th.

"You idiot! Unless I'm dead, you don't want to be deceived by ridiculous, vicious rhetoric like those stupid idiots on the side of the road, looking for the home of some soldiers!" old Dandis angrily Seeing little Rojatus yelling, his face turned red with anger.Little Rojatus was convinced that if the wooden stick he had in his hand wasn't there in the past, the custodian would be able to jump up and give himself a hard lesson like he did many times.

But the farmer's son, who was dazzled by love, yelled at his old father this time: "As a Nord, Songard is our eternal pursuit. Schuer witnessed that I would rather die in battle than I've been rotting in the fields for the rest of my life! Let those damned crops go to hell, I'll take my glory with the sword!"

As a result, old Tang Disi was so angry that he almost couldn't bear it.Many people said that if the mother hadn't pulled him away in the end, the furious old farmer would have knocked off little Rojatus' legs!After all, in the words of the old farmer, he is going to die anyway, so it is better for him to do it.

Little Rojatus escaped from the inn in embarrassment. He had already made up his mind to take this opportunity to achieve the feats that the legendary knights and great warriors had achieved. Perhaps only he knew the reason.

"What kind of person is Lord Turka Arakano? Logatus, can you tell me more?"

"I really envy you that you can follow Master Turka, if it's me..."

"Come out, Rogatus! Look! Do you think Lord Turka will like the clothes I'm wearing today?"

Every time, Rojatus Savius ​​looked at the little face of the Silver-Blooded Daughter that was flushed under the sun, like a red apple, and shyly said the above words, a feeling would emerge in his heart. Mixed feelings of jealousy, envy, love and anger.

Why isn't that respected person me?Why - the one who is loved can't be me?
For the first time in his life, Rojatus felt the injustice of fate and the resentment towards life.The Savius ​​family was just an ordinary farmer in the frontier. Even if he worked hard all his life, no one would think that a farmer's son would be worthy of a silver-blooded daughter.

So for the first time in his life, Rojatus had his own ambitions.

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In 4E173, Ye Xingyue.

On the 14th.

Little Rojatus woke up from his sleep, the voice of the battle still echoing in his ears, as if he was still in the bloody battle.

He was leaning against the cold battlements exhausted, his comrades on both sides were holding spears and sword shields, snoring rhythmically, as if what happened during the day was just a game.More faces like them, younger, with battle marks or beards looming in the hazy moonlight.

The young man blinked in bewilderment.where is this?Why are you here?He tried to sit up, only to experience a tearing pain in his back.He massaged the convulsed waist muscles, and after a while he kneeled on the ground reluctantly.

His fingers brushed across a wound on his arm unconsciously, and Logatus couldn't help trembling.All the memories came back to my mind at once.

Yes, Rogatus Savius ​​finally joined the army.Now he is the fourth unit of the second column of the garrison... In short, he is just a small soldier.

The farmer's son was lost in thought again.

Rogatus and the others were assigned to guard a section of the city wall near the west. The main function was to consume the bows and arrows of the Forsworn outside the city and guard the city wall when the main army was resting.

And the battle broke out like all wars, without rules, but just right!

On the third day after Turka entered the underground ruins, the Forsworn organized a siege battle, the specific details of which Rojatus did not want to recall.He only remembered that when his sword edge first cut into a man with black battle patterns on his face, long braids, shaved hair on both sides, and all kinds of animal teeth and animal bones on his body. The head of the Forsworn, he knew that he would never go back.

The outburst of fear and adrenaline made the farmer's son feel the call of Songgard so clearly for the first time, "Maybe my choice is really wrong." Rojatus clenched the long sword in his hand, which belonged to old Dandis. The sword, which the farmer secretly asked his wife to bring to him when he knew he could no longer stop his stubborn son.

This is an imperial-style iron sword. The scars and wounds on the hilt and the sword body all prove that the irritable and stubborn old farmer may also have his story.

"But no matter what, I have embarked on the path of destiny." The young farmer's son looked at the twin moons in the sky and murmured, "Let Tsun {Tsun, the god of trials among the ancient Nords, rumor that he Guarding the whalebone bridge leading to the Hall of Valor, only the truly brave can pass his test and enter the Hall of Valor} to decide whether I have the right to drink with my ancestors!"

These are the Nords.

Reckless, stubborn, but warlike!Nor lack of courage!The blood of ancestor Ysgramor runs on them!Eternal glory is their ultimate pursuit!

He checked the equipment on his body, there were several gaps on the blade, and the leather armor and pants were still intact, but they had become wrinkled.He didn't know where his big shield was. He was so nervous that he broke the string of the only bow and arrow. The wooden bow that Erka made casually when he was at the Savius ​​Farm may not be sophisticated, but it seems to be enough for the militia who need their own weapons.

May we all be rewarded with the mead of Valhalla!Looking at the twin moons in the sky, Rojatus let out a long breath.

Ah, in just two days, Rogatus Savius ​​has successfully turned from a naive farmer's son who has never been out of the frontier to a qualified soldier.

At this time, he heard a voice.He turned his head in surprise, and saw the Silver-Blooded Daughter standing on the stairs of the city wall, waving to him.

"Little Ross."

She called out his nickname, her pure white silk robe shone brightly under the silver Marcel, her long golden hair reflected the silver light, she was as beautiful as Dibella in the world.

The uneasiness and fear in Rojatus' heart were immediately washed away by love and excitement. He got up, ran to Aliti's side, and said in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"I'm very worried about you." Aliti Yinxue took the hand of the farmer's son and sobbed softly.

The blood and youth's impulsiveness made the farmer's son reckless and irrational. Rogatus blushed with excitement. He knelt down on one knee and kissed the finger of the silver-blooded woman, "I have your thoughts, ma'am , I will no longer be afraid of death!"

"Please survive." The silver-blooded girl embraced the farmer's son, her petal-like lips pressed against Rojatus' forehead, "If you really care about me, promise me, don't leave me."

The farmer's son was so excited that he could hardly contain himself, he just felt that happiness hit him on the head like a pie.But he never saw the smile on the corner of the silver-blooded girl's mouth.

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Almost at the same time, in the far southern province, in Cyrodiil.A larger, far-reaching war is also underway.

In 4E173, Ye Xingyue.

On the 11th.

For the past two years, humans and high elves have fought and fought in this land.Violence and destruction are like a plague, destroying all hope in this land.

The darkness in the sky is beginning to recede, and the billions of diamond-like stars all over the night sky are gradually dimming.The same moonlight that shines on the Skyrim Fortress also shines on the vast plains south of the Jello Mountains.

The air was so cold that Ulfric's breastplate was cold enough to seep through his coat.When there is no wind blowing, the moisture from his breath will turn into fog in front of him.

But no one stopped, and all the knights urged their horses to gallop, and rode for half a mile, then slowed down, dismounted and led the horses forward at a fast pace, and then got on their horses again and hurried forward.

Legendary people can gallop ten or even twenty miles on horseback, but in reality, even if there is no snow, running four or five miles will cause half of the horses to break their legs, and the other half will be exhausted after reaching their destination.

Dawn is approaching, and there is silence everywhere, except for the creaking of horses' hoofs on the snow shell, the friction of saddle leather, and occasionally the muttering and cursing of one or two soldiers who were hit in the head by the splashed snow and stones .

Nobody wasted breathing time talking or complaining.Soldiers and horses galloped across the land at a leisurely pace.

After breaking through the Jello Mountains surrounding the northern part of Cyrodiil, the land near the core provinces of the empire is basically rolling plains, dotted with sparse forests and bushes. Most of the forests are not dense, but they are shrouded in shadows. .

Occasionally there are hills, but they are not high, and you can easily go straight to the top by driving a horse.

Ulfric didn't take care of those forests. The troops he led were all elites from the Eastern Territory. Not only did everyone ride horses, but the rate of wearing armor was extremely high. A sword, a shield on the back, and a spear on the saddle hook—this is extremely rare in Tianrim, which itself is not a horse breeding place.Thanks to Skyrim's horses, they are more resistant to cold and stronger, otherwise this equipment alone would be enough to crush the horses.

Ulfric, who is in his prime, exudes the toughness and coldness that people of Skyrim should have, with very little expression on his face.Only occasionally when he stopped, did he show a trace of curiosity and seriousness.

The war with the high elves destroyed the vitality of the empire. Although the emperor dragged the army of Grand Duke Naya Liffin to the south of Cyrodiil, but even so, chaos and riots spread to the vast area in the north.

Ulfric found that most of the places he passed were desolate, people were fleeing, and villages were empty.

Only a few big cities still maintain the rule of the system.

This made him even more worried.

But at this moment, he couldn't do more. Under the leadership of General Jona, the Skyrim Nords rushed to help the empire.But the emperor's order was to let them stay in the Jello Mountains in the north, and watch the army of the high elves sweep across the southern part of Cyrodiil.

In order to find out the true intention of the emperor, Ulfric was ordered to go to the imperial capital to report the battle situation to the empire, and at the same time let the empire understand that Skyrim is still under the control of the empire.

Thinking of this, Ulfric whipped the horse again.

When Cyrodir, the heart of the empire, appeared in their field of vision, the gray sky in the east had become brighter.

Ulfric climbed a hill that faced him across the Niben.

At first he could not see clearly because of the river water and the fog.Only the huge pale outline of the Platinum Pagoda of the Imperial Capital can be vaguely distinguished, standing in the center of the Imperial Capital, three leagues away.

Then, the sky became brighter and brighter, and he looked westward, and the huge city in front of him gradually revealed its true appearance.

This is a great city!Even the oldest Windhelm City and the most prosperous Solitary City in Skyrim are not one-tenth of the city in front of them.

The first thing Ulfric saw was the gleaming white walls of the Imperial City, the stones that made up the walls gleamed silver.From the heights of the hill, the Shining Wall appeared much lower.At regular intervals, there is a sentry tower also made of silver-white stones sticking out of the city wall.

The Ayleids who built the greatest city in the mortal world devoted themselves to building most of it long after the Age of Mythology, and they always consider this city to be their most outstanding work. .

Behind the white city wall stands a real legendary tower, with a spire, a thin neck, and a spiral staircase, soaring into the sky, full of breathtaking magnificence and majesty!
Ah, the Platinum Tower!The symbol of mortal kingship!
Legend has it that the Ayleid elves imitated the Adamantine Tower and added the spokes of Orbis on the basis of it. It is located in the absolute center of Mengdas and is the No. 1 Tower of King Power.Occupying this tower represents the legitimate destiny of Tamriel!

The existence of the tower itself represents the positive connection between the inside and outside of Mengdas, and the reverse isolation of the outer realm, which plays a role in stabilizing the power of the time dragon god {In the age of mythology, the time dragon god is Auri El, who is one of the elves. God, but after the millennium dragon was broken, Akatosh was born, and Auri El's authority was replaced}.

(End of this chapter)