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——4E, 201, the last month, 17th, 7: 00——

Asa was awakened by the damp cold wind and the crunch of the old carriage rolling over the frozen soil, and then he found that he was sitting on a carriage with his hands tightly tied by rope, and the same carriage, there were also Four or five.

He looked at the dust in front of him, pale blonde hair was already stranded, and the man in tattered blue leather armor tried to recall what had happened.

"Hey, you finally woke up." The man turned his eyes to him, his voice low but inexplicably kind: "You just tried to cross the border, and you stepped into the trap of the Empire, just like the unlucky little thief over there." "

"You **** Stormcloak, Skyrim, everything is fine without you." The carriage is not only shabby, but also narrow, known as the "little thief", and the red-haired young man wearing shabby earthy linen clothing Sitting almost side by side with the blue armor man: "If it weren't for your troubles, I was riding the stolen horse, and I've probably reached the drop hammer province."

Looking at the little smoky breath of death wrapped around this little thief, Asa finally remembered something.

He is a hunter. In this sky-covered province where most of the land is covered by snow, the most common hunter is wearing a fur armor, carrying a long bow and seven or eight arrows, and if possible, bring a one-handed iron sword or a round skin. Shield, you can go hunting with those fierce wild animals.

Due to the fact that four of the five highest mountain peaks on the mainland of Tamare are in Skyrim Province, the living environment is harsh, herbivores have developed an excellent escape ability, and carnivores do n’t mind taking humans who try to hunt them (men) Hit the tooth festival.

Although furs can not be sold at a price, various meats have always been in great demand as staple food in cold regions. After hunting for animals, Asa generally sells the harvest to the southernmost city of Skyrim Province, and is also the nearest Buddha. Falkreath.

Before being caught in this carriage, he was tracking a seriously injured snow tiger, which exuded a rich "black smoke" representing death, and the breath of the beast will also make other wild animals dare not come close. It may be lost, and there is no other danger, so he relaxes his vigilance.

The result was caught by a group of imperial soldiers who appeared inexplicably in the mountains, and the snow tiger fled naturally.

"Hey, you and me, we shouldn't be in this car," the little thief said to Asa. "The real **** thing is these storm cloaks. Listen, where do I seem to have seen you, the next During the trial we must prove to each other that we are not one of them. "

"Hah, do you think those imperial men will give you this opportunity? 'Judgement'?" The blue armored man laughed wryly.

"Shut up! Prisoners!" The imperial soldier in his car roared annoyed.

"Is it because of him?" Arthur tried to speak, his voice hoarse.

The man in leather armour and the thief sat side by side, and there was another person beside him, blonde, eagle-eyed, and tall, tall. Just look at his gorgeous sable fur cloak and body chain mail Not a small person, not only tied his hands, but also blocked his mouth.

Asa looked around the carriage, and the several knights who kept on patrolling naturally did not come towards the thieves, hunters, and ordinary storm cloak soldiers.

"Oh, it looks very rich." The thief made a professional evaluation.

"Pay attention to your attitude!" The leather man suddenly shouted: "You are talking about the real supreme king of Skyrim, His Majesty Uffrick Stormcloak (LordUlfricStormcloak)!"

"No, you are the master of the Wind Helmet! The leader of the storm cloak!" The little thief looked completely stunned, and then his face turned white: "If even you were caught-we are going where?"

"Sovngarde, 'Brother.'" It seemed that he was very satisfied with the success of frightening the thief, and the blue armored man chuckled.

"No, no, that's impossible, they can't do that." The Six Thieves murmured uncontrollably.

Songjiade, that is the soul home of all Nords, is said to have fought bravely during his lifetime. After his death, he will be led to Songjiade's [Spirit of Heroes] to enjoy eternal revelry and battle ...

Hissing-Asa's head was sorely hurt, it seemed that the injuries that had been caused by the imperial soldiers before being stunned recurred.

No, the Hall of Heroes is not so different. He thought with a headache, he did not make a great cause of fame, he was not qualified to enter the Hall of Heroes, at most wandering in the wilderness around it.

But why would he know this kind of thing? Even the parents and sister never told him-no, wait? Does he have parents and sisters?

Asa was obviously an orphan in the last war. Even the name "Asa" was taken by himself. He was picked up and raised by an old hunter and inherited his bow and arrow and log cabin after his death. At the same time, he also felt that his parents should be the lord of a certain city, and he also had a small but grumpy sister.

I must have been knocked silly by the empire of the Empire ...

"Hey, brother, where is your hometown?" The storm cloak soldier continued to ask the thief.

"Luo, Lorister-" the little thief spoke of another large village north of Asa that he had been to.

It is located on the north side of Lake Ilinalta, on the Whiterun plain with almost no snow. The main food source is cultivated crops rather than meat. If the weather is not bad, Asa will occasionally carry it A batch of meat is sold there.

Maybe I really met this little thief.

"The Nords pay attention to the fallen leaves," the storm cloak said. "At least you don't have to worry about yourself dying in a cave in the drop hammer province."

"No, no, Shure, Mara, Dibella, Gina Lace, [Akatos] ... everyone, please help me ..." The little thief of Lorister became incoherent, Start to call the name of the Holy Spirit indiscriminately.

The realm of the eight holy spirits hangs in the sky, and they do n’t care that believers worship multiple holy spirits at the same time, but the priests and priests of the temple they belong to cannot naturally do that, and this prayer to multiple holy spirits in one breath does not trigger Divine punishment is already the kindness of the Holy Spirit, and it is impossible to respond.

Asa tried to straighten out her memory that had suddenly become messy, while looking at a little thief who suddenly said a god's name that made him care, he was surprised to find that the dense "death of breath" wrapped in the little thief was like The snow near the fire disappeared like that.

"This is impossible." Asa whispered.

The ability to anticipate death will enable Asa to see the death that is bound to come. The specific manifestation is the gradually thick black smoke on the target. In addition to the prey that will be hunted by humans, humans are naturally okay. When he was about to die, he also scolded him nonsense with anger, but he died of heart palsy that night.

From the notes left by the old hunter, Asa learned that he had reached a deal with the "hunting demon" Hircine in the case of a certain hunt and death, which would save 30% of the life of all prey in the future. One is transferred to him, so that as long as he hunts ten beasts older than three years old each year, it is enough to live forever-but that is obviously impossible.

Not to mention how cunning and difficult to catch beasts of that age, this simple transfer of life cannot stop his aging, and aging prevents him from continuing efficient hunting. In the last few years of life, he even taught Asa When doing the main work, when Asa told the news of his imminent death, he was actually convinced.

The last thing the old hunter left was that he hoped that Asa would find a way to get rid of the "Devil God" transaction. Perhaps he also regarded Asa's ability to see death as a devilish hobby.

Asa knew that it wasn't. This ability was innate, and it seemed to have given him great benefits, but he couldn't remember what it was.

At this time, the fact that the "death vortex" wrapped in the mortal person disappeared out of thin air was even unheard of, unless a Holy Spirit who had just called his name was intervened.

The thick black walls and gates of Helgen appeared in front of the carriage. The Nords believed in force. Even women and children could pick up heavy two-handed swords and play a few times. Their villages would not naturally There are "cowardly" city walls, unless the surrounding environment is too poor or some places of military value-and Helgen has both.

In order to prevent it from being attacked by the storm cloak on the front line, the empire even built two outposts in this village.

"Look, General Turius of the Empire, and those **** Thormo elves, our arrest this time must be the result of their sincere cooperation." The storm cloak soldier said with irony.

Inside the city gate, a bald, dark-skinned man in high-level imperial armor was riding on a high-headed horse, talking to another elf with pointed ears and a black robe.

Asa has heard that due to the failure of the Empire to fight against the elves, he had to sign a truce called the "White-GoldConcordat", which clearly stipulates the prohibition of belief in the "Ninth Holy Talos", which caused In order to worship him as the Lord, the Nords were greatly dissatisfied, and the storm cloak was the biggest force to rise up against the empire and the "Platinum Agreement."

However, the elves are so ugly?

Asa turned her head to look at the look of the man in the robe, feeling that he was completely different from the elf in his impression, but ... in the impression? Where has he seen the elves?

"Prisoners! Get out!"

The horse-drawn carriage stopped at the square in Helgen, where dozens of storm-capped soldiers who were also caught were waiting, surrounded by twice as many imperial soldiers as them. The tall stone platform and blindfold in the middle of the square The black hood, armed with a decapitating long knife, and a sturdy executioner have proved how the empire should treat these prisoners.

A sturdy woman armed with imperial armour and a brown-haired, imperial soldier with a sturdy face and a sturdy face holding a notepad stood beside the carriage.

"Loker of Loristed?" The soldier said.

"No! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this to me!" The little thief was frightened by the executioner and jumped up from the carriage to try to escape, but he stumbled to the ground and fell into a coma on the spot.

"Sow, leave him at the end, no, the penultimate." The strong woman lifted the unconscious thief with one hand and dragged to the side.

The three remaining "prisoners" on the carriage looked at each other and got off in turn.

"Uffrek Stormcloak, Lord of the Windhelm City, I'm honored to see you."

The imperial soldier's voice was respectful, but this did not change the fact that he was about to be executed. The leader snorted and gave no response.

"Larov in Riverwood ..." "I'm waiting for you in Songjade, Hadawa, it shouldn't be long."

The storm cloak soldier and the imperial registrar stared at each other, and finally looked away at the same time.

"Well, who are you?"

The imperial soldier known as Hadawa looked at Asa, then looked at the list in his hand and asked.

Who is he? Asa began to think back seriously, he would give himself this name, because someone in the impression roared in his ears, covering up everything else. If you think about it carefully, the voice is actually not calling Ah-Sa-", but-

"Arthur," he said, "Arthur Pendragon."

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