Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 262 The Tangled Silk Thread

The old farmer threw himself at the enemy with all his strength, and he only hoped that he still had enough strength and speed to cover the distance.He bumped his shoulder into the chest of the enemy holding the mace, knocking him flying—the anger and shock on the face of the Forsworn were clearly discernible, but the space and time needed to swing the weapon became the reason for his failure.

Dizzy, the old farmer growled and lifted up the enemy who bounced off the door wall.

"Ahhh!"

The old farmer's hands were so powerful, and his two muscular arms were like cast steel. The Forsworn was so strangled by him that he couldn't even breathe, and his face turned purple.The old farmer slammed the enemy above his head to the ground.

With a click, the Forsworn's neck bent at ninety degrees, and he fell to the ground, completely motionless.

The two Forsworn who had rolled together before finally got up. They cursed loudly, roared angrily, brandished cold murderous swords and daggers, and rushed towards the old farmer, wanting to avenge their companions.

In addition, the No. 3 enemy who had been kicked by the chair also shook his head and stood up.

The unarmed Dandis Savius ​​glanced at his wife with a hint of relief, then turned his head and roared in response.Look, the old farmer's eyes are full of fighting spirit, his voice is as loud as a bell, and he has a tall and strong figure maintained by farming all the year round, and the muscles on his two arms are like steel.And there is an enemy body with a broken neck lying under the Nords' feet, adding a bit of momentum to it.

The Forsworn who was holding a long sword and dagger rushed through the gate of the inn first, he slashed fiercely at the head, and then took advantage of the sword's momentum, and made another cunning slip, the downward-slashing long sword changed into a slash. , the dagger in the other hand stabbed the old farmer's waist in a subtle and quick manner.

And another enemy followed closely against the wall, bypassed the two of them, and attacked from behind him.

However, the old farmer had served in the Imperial Army, and his tactical quality was not low either. He purposely let out a roar of challenge before, but when the enemy with both swords and daggers rushed up, he cunningly rolled on the spot, avoiding the front and back. With a pincer attack, he touched the mace that fell on the ground.

Bless Shure, Dandis Savius ​​touched something cold, before he could identify it, he grabbed it and swung it towards the knee of the enemy who was wielding a sword and dagger.

The enemy screamed and fell down.

But even so, Tang Disi was struck by the long sword in the enemy's right hand, and a long cut stretched from his right shoulder to his left rib.

The pain and the familiar heat let Dandis Savius ​​know that he was seriously injured.

But the battlefield is the most taboo to be distracted, and the fierce battle of life and death made his adrenaline rush. to the face of the enemy.And his people also lost their center of gravity and fell on the cold ground.

The Forsworn who was holding a sword and dagger couldn't even utter a scream before dying, but his face was smashed to pieces by the ferocious and heavy mace, and even his brain was smashed out.

No. 2 Forsworn took two steps in a rage, and pierced the old farmer's back with his long sword like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

And the Forsworn who was holding a heavy ax also woke up from the dizziness, he grinned grinningly, and ran to the inn with big strides regardless of the blood on his face.

Amidst the screams of the old farmer's wife, Klebb rushed out from the side. First, he blocked the sword that the No. on the knee of the Forsworn.

The oath-breaker suffered from pain, and his body could not help but tilted to the left.

"Little brat, let's see who is the master!" The innkeeper roared angrily, and cut off the oath-sworn man's head with a sword.

At this time, the last enemy with a heavy ax finally arrived. He yelled loudly, chanting the holy taboos of Hircine and Namira indiscriminately, and struck the innkeeper with an axe.

However, with the sound of howling wind, a dagger was precisely inserted into his throat.The Forsworn dropped his axe, his hands helplessly covered his pierced throat, blood and foam continuously flowed out of his groaning mouth.It seemed that he couldn't believe that he would die like this.

But in the end, the light of life dissipated from his open eyes.He fell beside the old farmer, motionless, letting the sticky blood slowly soak the floor.

"Well done, it seems that you usually play the game of throwing knives a lot." The innkeeper said to Olava. The thug got up from the pile of tables and chairs, shaking his head and smiling innocently.The small dagger at his waist was gone, it was the 'gadget' that he and Boyi usually used to scare people.

"Boss, we should block the door." Orava muttered, pushed away the table and chairs on his body, and walked out. "It's so chaotic outside, it's more dangerous to run out."

The innkeeper's wife ran out from the back kitchen, "Why...you are alright...everyone is alright...that's great..." She held little Jon in her arms and refused to let go.There were tears of horror in the eyes of the two, and they spoke incoherently.

Klepper helped old Dandis, and asked with concern: "If you haven't been summoned by Su En, I hope you can stand up... Oh no, damn it, where is the bottle of healing potion, he needs it!"

The old farmer's wife almost fainted when she heard it.

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A fortress of black rock hangs above one of the Rift Valley's second-highest cliffs after the peak where the Temple of Dibella once stood.Under the light of Marcel, a small waterfall, like a silver ribbon, flows from the depths of Zhudaqi Mountain through this place, and falls into the deep pool below.The stream meanders through the entire city of Macarth, and in the second half of the stream, towering furnaces and brightly lit blacksmith shops are smelting the silver ore and other minerals continuously dug out of the Sidana Mine night and night. Ore, forged into silver ingots and some weapons.

The fortress is protected by turrets and arrow towers, all leaning precariously on the formidable cliffs, the huge rock supports that are the skeleton of the entire fortress world.The thick spar is firmly rooted in the cliff, and only a force that can destroy Dibella's temple can break it.

Gabriela walked carefully through the narrow stairs and long corridors, turning a blind eye to the screams and frenzied fighting below.The endless gale climbed up the high walls of the city with mad cries, tore at her cloak, and blew her long silver hair back.But she doesn't care about that.From the day she joined the fraternity, danger and madness were their domain, and death was their home, not worthy of her attention at all.Gabriela is a Dunmer, which is what we commonly call a dark elf. She is slender and almost immature, as short and weak as a reed.The top of her head just reached the tip of the nose of an ordinary Nord woman, and even the shoulders of a slightly taller woman would be above the top of her head.

But if you underestimate her because of this, then you will definitely pay a fatal price.Despite her lithe frame, Gabriela exudes vigor.Her diminutive frame packs a level of strength and deadly agility that belies her size.She has long cheeks, but she is still beautiful.A pair of fiery red eyes even had a strange aura when they were closed.

However, it was such a beautiful lady who murdered Markarth's true master—old Hofdy Andor, the father of the current lord Igmund Andor!
Gabriela walked to the end of the corridor, turned inward, and stepped up the grand staircase in the heart of the rock mass that supported the fortress.The piercing wind outside quickly diminished, turning into a distant and deep murmur, hissing and lingering.She looked back at the various tragic scenes in the city below, and showed a strange smile.Holding on to the hilt of her rapier, she walked up the spiraling black steps into a dimly lit hall above, a temple of shadows in the heart of the city.

The faint moonlight illuminated the ribbed walls, and the red stripes on the walls extended upwards, forming several ancient Dwemer scripts—the Lindell Synagogue.

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"You have failed!"

Harald Silverblood stood in the middle of a living room full of Dwemer style, the fireplace behind him cast a long shadow in front of him.His face was gloomy, and there was a fierce light in his eyes that made the assassin's heart palpitate.

"Not quite!" Dunmer Assassin bowed respectfully to his employer, then stood up straight, and said calmly and politely: "Target No. 100 is dead! No doubt! Target No. [-]... um, He is a magician, do you think the chance is [-]%? As for the third target... well, the brotherhood apologizes to you," she bowed again apologetically, "We all underestimated a magician The master is keen on conspiracy, he sensed that the situation was wrong, and preemptively destroyed our plan to deal with No. [-] target. But we should have avoided it."

"If we hadn't attacked target zero hastily, we would have been able to better coordinate the sequence of attacking targets, but unfortunately, the night of God's Descend happened too suddenly, and we didn't have time..."

"Enough!" Harald Silverblood interrupted her speech viciously, "That's an accident that none of us wanted!" He always felt upset when he thought of the mysterious giant that appeared in the report.In particular, Harald also learned from certain sources that his daughter was also involved, "But you should have been able to do better—but what happened?" He kicked the assassin viciously.

Gabriela sighed.She always felt that it was a mistake for the Brotherhood to take on this task, and the situation in front of her confirmed this point.It's not like what the 'employer' said, it's just a change of power - the killing in the city is completely beyond the scope of revenge and rebellion - a large number of innocent people died, and I don't know if the palace of Alkai will be wiped out tonight soul filled.

But that's not something she can interfere with after all.

The assassin showed a smile, "Then, do you need me to hunt them down? Just treat it as compensation from the brotherhood."

The silver-blood patriarch frowned, as if he was thinking about the necessity of this proposal, "No more failures." He said to the assassin viciously, "If Casemo senses something, then his life cannot be spared."

"As you wish."

said the assassin.Bending down for the third time.

(End of this chapter)