God-level Demon Hunter

Unusually handsome, with smooth and delicate skin, he always feels smoother than the most beautiful woman in their town.

Fryn also keenly noticed that the tops of his ears covered by black hair were a little pointy, and he seemed to have some blood other than Nords.

This beautiful boy was just as unlucky as himself, perhaps because he was unconscious in that wilderness due to illness, he was caught here to make up the count.

"Mao thief, we are brothers and sisters on the same boat now! Instead of complaining to each other, we should hurry up and make more friends, I'm afraid we won't have a chance in the future." Another man with messy and dry blond hair like straw, deep facial features, the real storm The cloak retorted dissatisfiedly, and glanced at the few people on the cart, "My name is Rarov, how about everyone?"

"Kroll!" The yellow-haired gangster rushed to the side and raised his head, "Hey, country boy, what's your name?"

"Fryn."

"Where's the one next to you? Wake him up!"

"Clap clap..."

Ferien patted the man's face lightly, but he didn't respond.

"It's a kind of happiness to be able to sleep at this time, let him be happy. Then what's the matter with this guy? The 'care' he received is more grand than ours." Wearing a silver chain mail, with a black fur cloak behind his back, a man with an extraordinary bearing.

"Show respect!" Raloff reprimanded, "You are talking to Ulfric Stormcloak right now, he is the real High King!"

"Ulfric? Legend has it that the lord of Windhelm City, the leader of that group of rebels? Even you were arrested." Kroll's face turned white, "We are sitting with the most wanted man in the empire. We are going to Where, you won't be beheaded, will you?"

Larov looked calm, "I feel that the Hall of Valor is waiting for me to die generously."

"Shor, Mara, Tibera, Kenaris, Akatosh...Gods, save me!"

……

"Hiss..." Frian gasped, his mind buzzing.

"We're going to the guillotine?" He couldn't believe it. "No, I'm innocent! I have nothing to do with Stormcloak! I've been trying to live by the law, what did I do wrong? !"

"Imperial soldiers don't care about that much!" Kroll sighed with pity on his face,

"I'm not even married, and I don't have any children. I'm even worse!"

The next discussion between the slovenly man and the blond man, Fryn could no longer hear a word.

He stared blankly at a place not far away.

The carriage drove into a narrow road surrounded by two stone walls and yellow wooden sheds, and entered a simple but quiet town, surrounded by green vegetable fields and mottled stone walls, full of thatched and wooden houses.

The carriage drove slowly along the slope among the houses to the center of the town, in front of the tallest cylindrical tower.

The playful children chasing the dog stood guard at the door of their house, pointing at the carriage. If there were any vegetable leaves or stones around them, they would undoubtedly throw them over.

As for the blond-haired stormcloak Larov, he looked around as if he was traveling, looking around and reminiscing about the past.

"This is the town of Holy Land. I still have an old friend here. I don't know if Verodes is still brewing mead mixed with juniper berries."

"Anyway, you don't have a chance to drink it!" the little gangster in yellow cursed.

"Kaz..." The wheels stopped turning.

"Wait, why did the carriage stop?" His tone was full of fear.

"You still don't understand? Let's go," Raloff smiled and got up, "You can't let the heroic spirits wait for us for too long."

Ulfric, who was sitting on the outermost side, got out of the carriage first, and soldiers from all directions looked at him.

They wore leather armor with their arms exposed, and their lower body was a leather battle skirt above the knees. The cold wind was blowing on their two calves, with swords on their waists and longbows on their backs.

As for the two soldiers closest to the carriage, the woman on the left was obviously the captain, wearing a more gorgeous and mighty silver plate armor and steel boots.

The man on the right drew a "cross" on the brown book cover with a quill, and as the lord of Windhelm City approached, he read aloud, "Ulfric Stormcloak!"

When the man heard his name, he strode past the female captain and the clerk, and walked towards the guillotine in front of the tower with rough sides.

His eyes were as firm as ever.

"It's my honor, Lord Ulfric!" Raloff, who had been chattering before, shouted at his back as a salute, and sent him away respectfully.

"La Rove of Ximu Town!" After the clerk finished reading, he looked deeply at the blond-haired man.

The latter turned a blind eye, holding his head high, as if accepting the highest honor, and followed in Ulfric's footsteps.

The clerk shook his head imperceptibly, took a deep breath,

"Roker of Lolik Town!"

The little gangster in yellow looked around nervously,

"You know? You are so wrong, I am not a rebel, you can't kill me!"

He roared hysterically, ran straight past the female captain with shiny silver armor, and rushed into the distance.

"Whoosh-"

After a slight sound of breaking through the air, Rocker, who ran less than ten meters, fell face-to-face, with an arrow stuck in his back, breathing weakly.

"Now, who else wants to taste the taste of arrows?" The female captain asked with a sneer, her eyes were terribly cold.

Frian's newly raised thoughts were instantly extinguished, and he swallowed his saliva like a chilling cicada, with a tangled look on his face.

Compared to being pierced by an arrow through the internal organs, maybe it would be more enjoyable to break it completely?

He glanced at the handsome man leaning on his shoulder, breathing heavily, his eyelashes trembling, showing signs of waking up.

Use him as a shield?

"You, and that strange guy next to you... Let him raise his face, tsk tsk..." The clerk Hadawa interrupted his fantasy, glanced at the pages of the book, his eyes passed over the faces of the two of them in surprise, so Again and again, "Captain, the two of them are not on the arrest list, why don't you go back?"

"Don't worry about the list," the female captain said decisively, "Pull it down and chop it all up!"

"Well... I understand," Hadawa turned to the two with apologetic eyes, "I'm sorry, two, but at least you can die in your own hometown! Help the brother beside you, but don't wake him up, just let him die. May he rest in peace unconsciously and painlessly."

No, he is not my brother, I want to run away!

Fryn groaned inwardly.

However, the piercing eyes of the dozen or so soldiers with bows around him pierced his hands and feet like needles.

His face was pale with fear, and he followed the captain obediently to the edge of the execution ground.

A dozen or so prisoners waiting to die formed a circle, and Ferien helped the man who was still asleep to the end.

And Ulfric stood at the forefront, an old man with thinning hair and weather-beaten cheeks, and tried him in a victorious tone, "Ulfric Stormcloak, there are still some people in Holy Land Town They are called heroes, but heroes will not use their 'dragon roar' to usurp the throne and kill our High King!"

The tall Lord of Windhelm City, like a dog whose neck was pinched and its mouth clamped, let out a low growl of dissatisfaction from its throat.

"You started this civil war, causing Skyrim Province to fall into rebellion, and countless innocent people were implicated. Your crimes are beyond words. Now, I declare that the Empire will wipe you out and restore peace to Skyrim Province!"

Suddenly, several people present raised their heads and stared at the empty top of their heads.

They seemed to hear some strange noise coming from there.

"What is that?" Clerk Hadawa muttered to himself while staring at the sky.

"Nothing can save him! Continue the execution!" The old man waved his hand and quickly walked to the edge of the execution ground.

Beside the muscular executioner with a long-handled axe, a priestess in a dark gold silk robe with a hood began to chant prayers loudly,

"Save your souls to the realm of the gods, pray to the noble eight holy spirits, you are the salt and soil of Nairn, our beloved..."

"It's the Nine Holy Spirits! Where did you put the great Talos?! Stop reading it and give me a good time!"

Fryn was surprised to find a Stormcloak soldier wearing a blue cloak, strode away from the line of condemned prisoners, passed his own lord Ulfric, and went straight to the guillotine to die!

In other words, rushing to die.

That young face looks like he's just 20 years old, he really sees death as home, or is there any purpose?

"My ancestors are welcoming me with open arms, do you have any soldiers of the empire who have turned their backs on Talos?" Stormcloak still spoke impassionedly with his neck resting on the rough and cold guillotine.

"Crack..."

The executioner with the long-handled ax raised his knife and dropped it.

The soldier moved his head directly, and the blood gushing from the glaring head and neck rolled down into the rectangular groove in front of the guillotine.

"No, God!"

The bloody scene made Frian and several prisoners around him pray desperately.

Who's next turn?

Suddenly Frian's shoulders trembled, and the unconscious man was pushed out by some cheap prisoner, and the soldiers immediately put him on the guillotine.

Frian's face was painful, "I'm sorry, buddy, I can't save myself, I can't save you!"

The executioner raised the long-handled axe, making an obvious movement of inhaling and accumulating power.

The blade of the ax was raised in mid-air and aimed at the man's neck, about to fall.

Surprise the apprentice!

"Roar……"

"Rhoda!"

Suddenly, there was a breathtaking loud sound in the sky, as if a thousand small knives were piercing people's ears.

The executioner couldn't help but slow down, put down the ax and turned around to look around.

Everyone in the execution ground also raised their heads with puzzled faces.

"What the hell is that?"

Exclaiming everywhere, a huge monster drilled out of the clouds in the blue sky. It stretched out a pair of wings that were as black as night, and while fluttering across the sky, it cast a terrifying shadow on the ground.

Its huge wings flapped once, twice, and suddenly shot straight into the sky, flying several miles away with each flap, and swooping down again!

Shadows covered everyone, the temperature seemed to drop a few degrees suddenly, and people began to chatter their teeth.

"Sentinel, what did you see?!" The old general shouted.

"Boom!"

There was a sudden muffled sound, and a circle of yellow-brown dust shook off the side of the stone tower. A terrifying creature covered in black and scales fell to the top of the tower in an instant, entrenched on it, and its huge body directly crushed the sentinel into meatloaf. Two wings with bony spurs wrap around the lower half of the building.

The snake-like long neck protruded forward, revealing a terrifying head with thick black scales, long horns, horny skin, and vertical pupils of beasts!

"dragon!"

Some of the soldiers shouted in horror.

"Roar!" The terrifying behemoth roared back, making people shudder!

Its roar is full of great power, as if it can command all things in the world, the situation changes in an instant, the clear sky suddenly turns orange, and clusters of brilliant fire clouds emerge.

They are constantly spinning like a whirlpool.

Spin.

Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming shower of meteors and fire flew out of the clouds, drawing bright arcs in the sky.

come down!

"Boom!"

Sparks splashed and smoke billowed.

The originally small and exquisite thatched cottages in Holy Land Town suddenly burst into flames, and the prisoners, soldiers, and ordinary townspeople beside the execution ground were all engulfed in it.

There are also many unlucky ghosts who were directly smashed into burnt corpses by the falling flame meteorites!

"Rhoda!"

The giant dragon on the stone tower opened its bloody mouth and howled at the crowd.

A burst of invisible air fluctuations swept across, knocking all the soldiers beside the execution ground to the ground, and the originally solemn and solemn execution ground was thrown into chaos in an instant.

"What are you waiting for, guys! Chance of a lifetime, run with me!" Ulfric led a shouting Ralof and several stormcloaks into the tower below the dragon.

Fryn just wanted to follow, but he noticed that the strange man was still leaning against the guillotine with his neck stretched out. If he ignored it, there was no reason for him to survive!

"Oh shit!"

Gritting his teeth, Fryn made a decision that he would brag about countless times in the future. He wrapped his hands tied together with a rope around the man's neck, and dragged him like a dead dog into the tower.

"breathe……"

Fryn bent down, panting violently, rolling his eyes white with exhaustion.

Hell, his more than ten years of life, added up, is not as exciting as what he saw today.

Another teleporting dragon, another meteor shower, and another storm cloak.