Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 258 Prey and Hunter

Maidenaki stood on a tower, watching the people pouring into Markarth with a blank expression.The cold wind blew his great cloak and thick golden hair, revealing his muscular body and piercing eyes.

"This is a massacre." Naipold stood beside him, with a bleak tone showing a trace of intolerance.

From their position, they could clearly see that the citizens and refugees of Macarth were being dragged from their warm homes, from stables, from taverns, and from inns by members of the Boneshaper, Wrathpaw, and other minor tribes. Come out, chop off the head, gouge out the heart.The screams of women, the cries of children, and the despair of men resounded through the night sky of the frontier fortress, combined with the crazy laughter of the fanatical tribes, forming a bloody and bloody dirge like hell.

Even, at the end, even the red Secunda could not bear to cover his face.The silvery Marthel once again took over the skies of Nirn.

"It's revenge," said Maidenaki, with a strange expression on his face.There is both intolerance and unspeakable cruelty, "Our people have been oppressed by the empire for too long, and the necessary venting is doomed."

"But we can't rule this land only with hatred." Naipold retorted: "The emperor was trapped in the great war in the south and couldn't mobilize a large army to quell the rebellion, but the history of the empire for thousands of years cannot be ignored. Stabilize our rear before the 'big men' of the Senate come free. For this we must win over the Nords..."

"Part of it." The Tattered King interrupted his men.

Naipold blinked, unable to understand the deep meaning of the king's words.

Maidenach turned his head, and the cold eyes reflected in his blue eyes made Naipald terrified, "We need to let the three major tribes vent their anger—this is almost inevitable—they have never Too obedient to the orders of those crazy women with bird claws and feathers, I can only watch the initiative in the parliament more easily if I satisfy their stupid and short-sighted demands—"

"Secondly," Maidenach said, "there have been more than a thousand years of mixed living, and there are too many aliens in the frontier! Half-elves, orcs, Nords, desert wanderers, and even Neren, all you can see in Nairn You can see all races in Markarth! But our race is getting rarer and rarer, we must—this is also inevitable—to make the difference in the number of the two sides not so exaggerated..."

Naipold was dumbfounded. This was the first time he saw the king's cruel and ruthless side. They were talking about a massacre, but the Tattered King said it so lightly.

"Violence is a cruel but effective method, and hatred can only be vented - we cannot avoid both, so what are the choices left for us?" The ragged king murmured: "We can accept Some of the Nords, even the Imperials, but the premise of this is that our people have an undoubted advantage in the upcoming ruling sequence!"

"We can appease them afterwards," Maidenaki said coldly, looking at his loyal deputy, "and I have told them not to allow the houses and carriages of the merchant guild to be burned down. As long as the trade routes are guaranteed, Markas will eventually be our!"

Naipald knew the king was right, that the three tribes would not pass up the chance to honorably hunt the Daedric with a single order from the Tattered King - a Daedric who reveled in chasing, capturing and killing, be it elves, men or beasts.He would encourage his followers to go on long and endless hunts, only to find, test and reward those 'hunters' he deems worthy.The process is generally considered fair -- more or less.But most of the time, there is no so-called fairness in killing.

Hirsine didn't care about that either.All his followers have to do is prove themselves to him.Prove yourself as a hunter, or the hunted.In this way, they will be allowed to hunt endlessly in His hunting grounds.

It was an endless forest with endless hunting.It is also a land of brutality and violence, a perpetual cycle of death and rebirth.Hunter's Palace Hunting lodges dot the landscape, and powerful beasts lurk in the forests, allowing Hircine's followers to indulge in awe-inspiring hunts - for those dedicated to the Hunter's Lord , it's a real paradise.

Most of the Rich people in Skyrim believe in this god of blood and hunting. For them, there is nothing more exciting than breaking through a city of feuds and slaughtering and hunting in it.

Even if their clansmen were able to enter the ancient city of Dwemer with deep walls and strong walls, it was all thanks to the ragged king——Although Naipald didn't know much about the deal between Maidenach and the silver-blooded patriarch, when the city As the unreliable ally said, the door was opened by his own people, and Naipold knew that this hunting had entered the final stage—"This is a feast," watching the turmoil and terrible slaughter Looking at Markas in the movie, Naipold couldn't help sighing: "The Hunting Demon God is enjoying his bloody killing."

Medenaki was silent for a while, then said, "There is nothing we can do about it."

Naipold opened and closed his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

After a long time, Naipold spoke again, "I don't believe him." The deputy bowed humbly to the leader of the Forsworn who was about to become the new owner of Markarth, and then stood up straight, "Their bones are full of all It's conspiracy and betrayal, even the babbling children of the frontier fortress know it. Why do they choose to help us? Don't tell me, do you really believe that he betrayed the original owner just to want the mines of the frontier fortress .”

Maidenach watched quietly as more and more Forsworn entered Markarth, and the city became more chaotic.Finally, someone couldn't help setting a fire—maybe it was the madness of a desperate man before his death, or it might be some idiot who was overwhelmed by faith and blood—and the fire lit up the originally dark night sky.Coupled with all kinds of crazy slashing sounds and screams, it seems to announce that this ancient city that was once famous in the sky is about to become history.

Finally, Medenaki spoke. "So, here I order you: my friend. Take my guards and go to this city that will be ours, and stop those dazed idiots from burning it down! Also—"

The Ragged King suddenly turned his head, with a pair of ice-blue eyes revealing a trace of ferocity and cunning, "Kill the silver blood! Kill all the cowards who shed the blood of betrayal and conspiracy! Let this city of our ancestors truly belong to and Only belong to us!"

Naipald raised his head abruptly.

Then he laughed.

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Seeing the deputy who led the tribal warriors away gradually, Maidenach stopped talking.Instead, he turned his head, looking at the hellish scenes below with a cold and complicated expression,

"It's a hunt, and we may all be prey!" murmured the king.

However, he didn't know that this was undoubtedly a bloody feast, but it was not the Hunting Demon God who really started this terrible killing, but another Annihilating Lord, the father of vampires from Cold Harbor——Molag bal.

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Igmund was picked up from the mattress - this made the lord extremely angry, he couldn't believe that someone could be rude to this extent.At a certain moment, he even decided on the punishment of throwing the other party's corpse to the dogs or taking out his soul and stuffing it into the soul stone.

But when he saw that the person who came was actually a high-spirited mage with a stern face, Igmund still swallowed the anger that was about to explode.

The young lord rubbed his forehead and asked angrily: "Master Casemo, I need an explanation, why..." At the same time, Igmund looked at the door calmly, trying to find the person who was supposed to be guarding the door. Guards here.

"Your enemy has entered the city!" The simple words of the high-spirited mage blocked all the complaints and suspicions of the angry lord.

This powerful summoner and scholar from Winterhold wore a black mage robe, a wide and deep hood tightly draped over his head, and a staff in his right hand, with a fist-sized stick embedded in the top of the staff. The precious gemstones glow faintly blue under the dim candlelight.On the index finger of the mage's left hand was a magic ring, in which was sealed a powerful daemon - Igmund knew it because when the Forsworn first broke through Markarth, the high elf The mage once summoned his 'magic pet'—it was only then that Igmund knew that the mage his father had hired was so powerful.This master of magic can not only summon a large number of elemental apostles, but also force the terrible Lord of Oblivion to serve him!

Had it not been for Casemo's help that night, Marcus would have fallen on the first day.The master calmly glanced at the piles of wine bottles under our lord's warm and comfortable bed, and shook his head inwardly.

"What..." Due to the pain of the hangover, the lord was still thinking about what the master said. The next moment, the high-spirited mage gave another earth-shattering bad news.

"Your father was murdered, and the Kingslayer was his Chief of Guards—or so it seemed."

Igmund was dizzy for a while.

At this time, he heard that the originally quiet fortress was filled with noise and screams, and it seemed that everyone was running and shouting at a loss.Looking from the open door, the guards who should have been guarding the young lord's bedroom wholeheartedly fell silently on the ground at this moment, and an ominous pool of liquid was slowly flowing under them.But in the room that was supposed to be closely guarded, there lay a strange maid—judging from her long green hair, petite body, and pointed ears on her sideburns, she was a wood elf woman .

And a gleaming dagger that should never be owned by a maid is in her hand.

Obviously, this is definitely a lethal weapon soaked in poison.But its owner's face was stiff at the moment, and there was a trace of horror and unwillingness in his eyes that hadn't been closed, as if to say, it was only a little bit short.

Our lord finally came to his senses. He let out a surprising scream, and then, like a frightened woman, kicked his long legs desperately, trying to shrink back, as if he could pull the pair of legs apart. Terrible eye distance.

The mage sighed, standing helplessly between the assassin and the bed.He leaned on his staff in one hand, and gently turned the magic ring on the index finger with the thumb of the other hand.

(End of this chapter)