By the time Lord of the Heavenly Province, the rightful protector of the Snowman Lord, the mighty, wise, and incomparable Lord Barguf walked to the top of the high platform in the central square, the square was already crowded with a large number of people who were pressed by the black press.

"Silence, silence!" the guards who maintained order in the crowd tapped their shields hard. By the way, use a round wooden stick to clean up those guys who are particularly jumpy.

It doesn't take much time to get this simple job done. Soon, the crowded square was silent.

Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes looked at the small platform without blinking.

The lord nodded in satisfaction, and the wizard in the audience immediately activated the circle under his feet. The circle was able to make his voice louder, enough to convey the will of the lord to any corner of the square.

"Sons of Xueman, the rebels have surrounded the city of Xueman, and we are about to face a challenge!"

He paused for a moment to get a little exclamation and shouting from the crowd, and then he completely suppressed the commotion in a louder voice.

"But we need not be afraid!"

"The snowy walls are impregnable, and the army defending the city is fierce. Even the incomparably powerful dragon that struck a month ago, and who had ruled the world in ancient times, didn't it fall under the snowy sky! This is enough to prove the power of Xueman. Prove the courage and determination of those who guard the snow!"

Whispers began in the square, and many people who had experienced the dragon plague firsthand frowned.

"However, the rebels who call themselves Stormcloaks are a bunch of scumbags. They are cowardly and incompetent. Their army was made up of nothing more than a few unscrupulous bastards who had been taken captive from the fields with whips and swords. Those stupid and greedy fellows won't even equip the unfortunate ones with even a pair of shoes! just give them an axe with a mushroom on the handle, and they will be sent to their death under the snowy walls!"

"Does Xueman need to be afraid of such an enemy?Will Xueman's banner be tarnished by these filthy reptiles!?"

"No!" someone in the crowd shouted.

"These vipers in Windhelm City know this too. Therefore, they chose a good time, while Xue Man was still healing the scars caused by the evil dragon, this group of ** actually chose a shameless sneak attack! Yes, sneak attack! Even the naughty boys on the streets of Xue Man know how to fight with dignity. And these scoundrels have betrayed the most basic trust between people!"

"Traitor!" a high-pitched creature scolded. Immediately afterward, there was a lot of excitement. Well-dressed merchants and sturdy warriors cursed in unison.

"Shameless!"

"Storm Cloak crumbs!"

"The little ones are better than them!"

A smile also appeared on the lord's face, and he raised his hands up, then pressed them down slightly. "But even with this despicable cunning, they are no match for the valiant Snowman Guard. Just yesterday, 1,000 Snow Man guards fought bravely on the walls, and killed 1,500 of the rebels!

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd. The atmosphere in the square has also become much more relaxed.

But the lord grimaced at this moment. The expression is solemn and solemn. The heavy aura diffused from his feet like substance, pressing down on the people like a boulder. The people closed their mouths and looked up at the high platform with a little unease.

"The rebels are nothing but numbers. ”

"However, they are seven times as numerous as the garrison!"

Septuple.

That's a hopeless number.

Even in the old epics, battles in which the weak side was able to win in such a disparity of power are undoubtedly legendary. But how many bloody bones would it take to become such a legend to forge its cornerstone? And who will be the one who will be used as the cornerstone? No one wants to think about it.

There was an air of unease among the populace, and the square now resembled a sulphur bucket with the lid open. All it takes is a little bit of Mars. The consequences will be dire. Some of the guards couldn't help but put their hands on the sword belt.

However, the lord's words did not end there.

"As we all know, Xueman is an enlightened city. Whether it's the Argonians of the South or the Dark Elves of Morrowind. As long as you obey Xueman's laws, you can take refuge under Xueman's protection. No matter who it is, there are no exceptions. ”

He glanced around and saw countless pairs of frightened eyes. It was as if he had already anticipated his next words.

A plainly dressed guy glanced left and right, took a deep breath and opened his mouth. However, at this moment, he felt a slight pain in his back. The throat is unable to make any sound. Several strong men squeezed over without a trace and surrounded the man.

The same scene is not the only one. But they were all well handled. Until the lord said the next word, the spark did not fall.

"However, the rebels' stance is completely opposite to that of Snow Man! The Dark Elves who live in the East will pay three times the price for a spoon. And the Argonians are not even allowed to step through the gates of the Wind Helm!"

"And that's not all. They also discriminated against the inhabitants of Sirodiel, who had to pay double taxes if they wanted to make their way in the East. And their shop pù is not yet protected by guards. And if you want to be an official, it is absolutely impossible. ”

"Even the Nords, if they don't join the Storm Cloak, they will be despised and oppressed!"

The people in the square looked at each other. This can no longer be called tyranny. It's crazy! so crazy that these people can't believe their ears. However, those who have access know that it is true. And one by one tangible cases also flowed in whispers and reached everyone's ears.

Some people are already a little restless. Some even spoke loudly about the tragic experiences of their relatives and friends in the East. And the guards paid no attention to them.

This has fueled instability and insecurity. and the ...... hidden beneath this torrent Strength.

The lord paced back and forth on the high platform, as if he was worried about these innocent people. He waved his hands vigorously. There was a thunderous roar.

"Elves, can you watch your daughters be defiled and your lineage severed!?Empire people, can you watch your shops looted and houses burned to the ground!?Nords, can you watch your neighbors and friends slaughtered like chickens and ducks, and your sons abducted into such a chaotic and despicable army!?Snowman people, are you willing to give up this hard-won peace?"

"No!" a wood elf screamed.

"No!" the merchants of the empire cried out angrily.

"No!" the warriors of Nord roared violently,

The populace was boiling, waving their hands, poles, or whatever, and shouting in response to the lord. The blazing atmosphere is like substance. And the anger of the people is as real as it gets.

"No one can tolerate such a thing! You can't, and neither can I. Not even the Imperial Legion in Dugu City!" Bargulf shouted, pointing sharply to the west.

"Yes, you guessed it right. Xueman is not alone. The 1,000 Imperial Legions assisting in the defense were proof of this! Reinforcements had been drawn and would soon be able to reach the snowy city. They will cooperate with Xue Man and deliver an unforgettable blow to Ulfric, the monarch killer!"

"However, it will take time for reinforcements to arrive, and our army will not be able to hold on to the rebels' incessant onslaught. ”

The lord took a deep breath, he opened his arms, and said with great sincerity.

"Sons of Xueman, I need your help. Xueman, I need your help!"

"Every adult man should take up the sword to defend his family, and women and daughters should support your father and brother. Let's unite and defend our homeland!"

"And I will fight side by side with you until death!"

He raised his fist vigorously and ended the conversation with a powerful blow.

"For the !! of the snow"

And at this moment, the front row of the crowd suddenly let out an exceptionally loud roar. "The four hundred warriors of the War Maniac Clan are willing to follow in the footsteps of the Lord Lord and fight to the death for Xue Man!"

The one who spoke was Ofred of the Warmad Clan. He was a strong warrior.

The lord smiled and nodded at him. Then he turned his gaze to the Graymane Clan who was standing not far away.

And looking at the past, there are thousands of people in the square.

"Greymane...... I am willing to send three hundred warriors!"

And with this as a starting point, the surrounding small families have also expressed their positions.

"The Moon clan is willing to send sixty warriors!"

"The Tan Ke clan is willing to give out fifty-two people!"

"The Shibi clan is willing to ......"

The lord was satisfied and said loudly, "Your deeds will be remembered forever!

"Snow will win!" roared the people in the square. The excitement almost broke through the clouds in the sky!

At the intersections of various passageways, signs and slogans for recruiting soldiers were also put up just right. And these few insignificant dots were immediately surrounded by thousands of people.

Xue Man's heart has begun to burn fiercely. And an even more intense war is coming.

……………… Half an hour later.

Amuron returned to his mansion wearily, and after retiring his servants, he sat alone in his study, lost in thought.

The conflict between the lords and the ancient Nord clan has become more and more severe, and today it is almost torn apart. The battle maniac line is clearly on the side of the lord. And he is the force on the side of the Greymane.

"Woe to you. He lamented under his breath.

After the end of the Acropolis, the liege will inevitably begin to reckoning. And the clan he leads is the type that is not too big or small. There is no way to blatantly mobilize the family's property and connections.

"If I take the lead, I won't be able to escape. But if you take refuge in the lord now, the whole family will be dead. What should I do?"

Just then, there was a soft knock at the door. The sound of light and familiar footsteps reached Amuron's ears.

It was Bryce, his heart, his most cherished little daughter.

"Oh~ my little princess. What do you want when you come to Daddy?" Amulan smiled and held out his hand to his daughter. "What, didn't you play with your friends?"

Bryce pursed his lips and said dissatisfiedly, "Those guys are stupid and stupid. It's not fun at all. Dad, I want to get some new toys. ”

"Okay, it's all up to you. Amurun clapped his hands, and immediately a neatly dressed middle-aged man walked into the room and bowed slightly to the two people in the study.

"Arrange for Miss four discerning guards. I don't need to say much about the rest of the story. Amuron commanded in a deep voice. He then turned his head again and whispered to Bryce, "My little princess." I won't interfere with how you want to play. But you have to remember not to provoke those you can't afford to mess with. But if you can't avoid it...... Do it cleanly. ”

"Thank you, Dad. I'll keep it in mind. The girl nodded vigorously, and soon left the gloomy study.

“…………”

Witnessing his youngest daughter leaving, Amurun's gaze gradually turned. Eventually, it was frozen on the long sword hanging from the wall.

A glimmer of light pierced the curtains, reflecting a streamer of light on the mercury sword pattern of the ancient Nold's longsword [Mercy].

"Perhaps, I should make a decision. ”