Interlude Hosga Peak

The traveler is wrapped in a dark cloak and leads a hardy mountain horse. She stepped through the snow, leaving two neat rows of footprints behind her. As soon as the cold wind blew, the shallow mark quickly became blurred.

This is Ivusted, the sacred place of purple shirts. In all four seasons of the year, many pilgrims come from all over the Skyrim Province to worship the sacred Throat of the World, the Temple of Gorin Roga, where the Graybeard Sages wield the power of the ancients and guard over the great power bestowed on the Terrans by the goddess Ginai.

The traveler is dressed like a pilgrim and may be one of them. And pilgrims like her naturally don't attract much attention in Ivusted.

She led the horse and silently walked through the narrow streets. The horses snorted softly in the cold snowflakes. A slight noise that might be considered a complaint. She didn't pay much attention to it, just walked quietly step by step.

If a warrior with sufficient martial arts skills notices her, he will find that every step she takes is at the same distance, not a single point, not a little more. Even if you zoom in tenfold, there is still no difference.

However, it wasn't the top fighters who set their sights on her, but a few playful naughty boys. These little ones were holding simple but delicate little toys, touching them east and west, and the pranks they made from time to time attracted a lot of good-natured reprimands from adults, but they just laughed and quickly avoided them.

The New Year celebration of the Morning Star Moon lasts for quite some time. And during this time, the playful nature of children can undoubtedly be liberated to the greatest extent.

Then, it is naturally common to tease strangers from afar.

But they were like they didn't see anything. It was as if the traveler and her horse were little more than an inconspicuous piece of gravel on the side of the road—they just jumped past the traveler's side and chased away.

A little boy with big bright eyes seemed to notice something, but the moment he turned his head slightly, and was about to show a puzzled look, an invisible force dominated him, causing those bright eyes to dim rapidly.

The traveler tilted his head slightly, and the pair of cold eyes under the cloak turned slightly.

Just then, a staggering drunken man pushed open the door of a neighboring tavern with a drunken body, and he fell to the ground with a thud, and was then helped up by several men who looked like his friends. The old cedar trees swayed slightly in the cold wind, and the characteristic noise of the tavern was heard.

“…… The guards chased away the Stormcloak. ”

"Looks like the Dragonborn did it. ”

"I heard it's a very young girl......

The last wisp of sound vanished without a trace in the drunkard's burps. An invisible cold wind blew, and the drunken Nord shivered at once, and then vomited in the whining voices of his drinking friends.

This is only a small episode, and it does not stop the traveler in any way.

However, her journey soon came to an end—a long and majestic pilgrimage trail towering before her, and the ancient arched stone monuments cast great shadows—and she and her horses were like ants under the hands of giants, small, thin, insignificant.

"Throat of the World......" a small voice came out of the traveler's mouth. The voice was soft, like a young maiden, and it was low, like an ancient beast.

The traveler's figure leaned forward, took a step forward, and stepped lightly up the large gray-black stone steps, her fingers poking out from under the dark cloak, her pale fingertips gently touching the inscriptions on the stone tablet.

"Before mortals appeared in the world, ancient dragons entrenched themselves above the Montas (plane), and their mood was released with a guò roar, which could shake the earth with every word. "Every word she uttered had a strange and distorted sound, as if there was some mysterious power in it.

No, not as if, but for sure.

As she finished the last word, the inscription on the megalithic tablet became blurred for a moment. Subsequently......

The earth trembled slightly, making a low sound.

The birds perched on the yew trees fluttered their wings in horror, and they chirped and scurried about as if they were fleeing disaster.

In the age of dragons, the younger generation of the dragon clan was required to be respectful when visiting their elders for the first time, and to walk rather than fly to see the elder's lair step by step. If the younger generation is able to complete the process of enlightenment sincerely, then the elder will give a valuable knowledge in return.

And here is the first step.

In front of her, there were nine similar stone tablets. And the steps that were half a man high, and carved with the ancient Nord coat of arms were also 6,999 knots.

Patunax...... The wisest of the dragons......"

"I hope you don't disappoint me. ”

She looked up, and the wind in the mountain path became fierce, and the traveler's hood was blown up by the wind, and her long golden red hair spilled out, fluttering like thunder in a storm.

PS: This is what happened when Alice hadn't woken up yet.

PS2: Restore the state, so this episode is written relatively shortly