My name is Akatosh,

I've ruined three of the Dark Brotherhood's business.

—4E, 201, Last Seed, 30th, 23:17 -

Decion Avicus is a Holy Moth Priest who is traveling in Skyrim.

The strangely named group of priests, who do not pray to any Holy Spirit or Demon Spirit, and are not accountable to any power, live in the library of the Platinum Pagoda in the Imperial Capital Province all year round, training their spirits day after day in the hope of being able to read the contents of the Elder Scrolls to protect the Emperor.

Even if all goes well, the average priest will not be able to read the Elder Scrolls smoothly until he is at least fifty years old, and before that, he can also forcibly read by gathering a large number of "Ancestral Holy Moths" and borrowing their frequencies to flap their wings to block the backlash of the Elder Scrolls, hence the name "Holy Moth Priest".

The Elder Scrolls are a large metal scroll that is a man tall and written by an unknown person, and has been found in many copies throughout Tamariel's history, most of which have been collected in the Platinum Pagoda Library for the Holy Moth Priests to read.

If an ordinary unqualified person opens the Elder Scrolls, they will be temporarily destroyed by a dazzling bright light, and it will take about two or three days to recover, and those who have reading qualifications but lack of exercise may see broken words and meaningless pictures after opening them, and then they will completely forget what they see in a severe headache that lasts for a week, and only after hard training, or with the protection of the Ancestor Holy Moth, can they see the specific content from the Elder Scrolls.

The content of each Elder Scroll is different, the same scroll is opened by different people, or what the same person sees when opened at different times will not be repeated, most of the time what is seen is some meaningless facts, and in rare cases there will be a situation that is exactly in line with the reader's demands, if you insist on seeing what you want and continue to read, even if you have the qualifications or the protection of the Holy Moth, it is very likely to cause serious consequences of blindness.

Fifty-two years old, Decion Avicus was already able to read the Elder Scrolls for the first time, and as a Nord, he hoped to find a way to stop the war in Skyrim in The Elder Scrolls, even if he was blind, but just as he was about to put it into action, his mentor, a priest elder who was blind in order to find out from the Elder Scrolls to end the war between the Empire and Somo, stopped him.

"You've been away from Skyrim for a long time, what if you read a noun on a scroll that doesn't know the meaning at all?" Before revealing how to defeat Somer, the Elder who had traveled throughout the continent of Tamarel said at the time, "My suggestion is that since you have made up your mind, you might as well go back to Skyrim Province first to learn about its specific changes, so that you can clearly record the solution before you lose your eyesight." ”

Eventually, Decion accepted the Elder's advice and traveled to Skyrim with Princess Emilia on her way to "counter the rebellion", after which he refused the protection of the sharp-eyed eagle and began to travel alone, intending to see the long-lost homeland with his own eyes one last time.

Although the Storm Cloak was very jealous of the status of the Holy Moth Priest and did not dare to make a move, there were still people who thought he was in the way, and Decion stopped and looked at the few black-robed people who were silently surrounding him from a distance.

This is the wilderness of Richling, and it's a long way from any town or village, so it's impossible to attract the attention of anyone no matter what happens here.

"Decion Avicus," said one of the black-robed men, sounding an elderly man, "we have nothing to do with you, and we are here only to pay for your death." ”

"The Morags?" Decion tentatively named Tamariel's most famous assassination organization.

"How can that kind of weak organization be compared to us." The other party replied.

Not long after its establishment, only active in Skyrim Province, and seeing a shallow assassination organization, Decion instantly came to a conclusion, but at present, it is meaningless, since the other party has shown murderous intent, it is impossible not to do it, fortunately, the information of this organization seems to be wrong, thinking that he has the name of a "priest" and is still wearing a priest's robe, so he is really a priest? The few people sent in all had a dark and cold aura of magic on them, and that kind of magic did restrain ordinary priests, but—

【Lightning Chain】

The other party is talking to Decion to stall for time, but Decion is not? He raised his hand and unleashed a chain of blazing white lightning bolts that pierced through the dark red shields that the black-robed men had gathered on their bodies, electrifying them all into the air.

【Lightning Rune】

In the next moment, the complicated electricity drew a trigger-type enchantment on the ground, and those black-robed people were once again struck away by the burst of lightning after landing on the ground, but it seemed that one figure avoided it in time.

"You're not saying he's just an ordinary priest?! Damn it! Decion heard the angry curses of the previous speaker, while the other black-robed men seemed to be so electrified that they could not speak, only made a ho-ho sound.

"Apparently your employer's information is wrong, you don't seem to be fine, but isn't it time to think about retreating?" Two large-scale spells in a row made Decion a little distracted, so he tried to persuade the other party to retreat.

"And their accounts can be settled later," the remaining black-robed man lifted his hood, revealing a fierce old face, and then raised his hands in the air: "Now, for the sake of the reputation of the 'Dark Brotherhood' and my 'Festus Clarks', you must die." ”

Trouble, Decion looked at the dark red magic energy gathered in Festus's hand, his expression was solemn, he reported his name, he just didn't plan to give himself a way out, and the power of that magic can be seen only from the scale of the energy it gathers, it is by no means something that any enchantment can block, plus he flew them a little far away before, even if he wanted to interrupt, he couldn't do it-

"Just turn it inside out! Priest! Festus threw the dark red light that gathered in his hand at Decion.

【Implosion】

Decion tried to interfere or run away, but to no avail, the red light, although not fast, followed him like a tarsal bone, and if he was really touched, he had no doubt that he would "turn over" as the other party said, and in the end, with almost nothing to do, he even began to pray to the Holy Spirit, who had never believed.

Holy Spirit above, I haven't stopped the civil war in Skyrim Province, I must not die here-

[The genuine 'usually doesn't burn incense, temporarily cramming Buddha's feet']

Decion seemed to hear a girl's voice speaking some kind of unfamiliar language, and he didn't seem to hear it, and for a moment he even wondered if he was frightened crazy, but the next moment, he completely lost control of his body, turned around inexplicably, beckoned, and a black-robed man who fell to the ground flew in front of him.

【Mindfulness】

Bang!! The red light that followed closely hit the black-robed man accurately, and he burst from the inside out without warning, but there was no blood splashing at all.

"What the hell! It's those vampires! The contract is void! Festus was weak but could hear an angry voice, and then hurried away.

Indeed, it is impossible for ordinary forces to know his identity, and the only ones who will want to move him can only be those "foreign objects" lurking beneath the calm waters of Skyrim Province, Decion thought as he used the flame destruction spell to kill the vampires who fell to the ground, and at the same time solemnly thanked the existence who had just saved him.

No response.

——23:29——

Furtham is a typical Nord man, but also an adventurer, mercenary, builder, courier and even a farm worker.

He is not affiliated with any organization, he roams around Skyrim Province with his sword, shield and chain mail, as long as he works hard and has the right pay, he will not hesitate to accept the commission, although due to his physique, he can't help at all with tasks that require stealth operations, but he still earns the title of "Fearless" in the mercenary circles of Skyrim Province.

Although some people suspect that he is a deserter from the Imperial Legion or the Storm Cloak, so he has not dared to settle somewhere, but even if this is true, the two sides who are busy fighting for territory will not have time to deliberately catch a deserter and come back.

So, if nothing else, he will eventually retire as a well-known adventurer, settle in some peaceful city, marry a wife who will look up to him, and have children who will listen to him boast about his past experiences.

- If there are no accidents.

"Wait, wait—" In a corner of Rift City, Dreadnought Fursim was sitting on the ground, his hands and feet backing back, but with a speed that was unflattering, "I don't remember messing with you—"

And the target he hastily avoided was a little girl in a cloth skirt who looked to be only seven or eight years old, and her face was very cute—if you didn't look at her blood-red eyes and sharp canine teeth.

"People like you are the most troublesome," the little girl spoke, although her crisp voice and lively tone were in line with her age, but inexplicably revealed a sense of vicissitudes: "Take any task, and forget it when you turn your face when you finish it, even if I tell my employer and the reason why he wants your life, you must not remember." ”

"No, no, no, no, I can remember!" Furtham exclaimed: "It must have been the previous renovation of the villa, those two guys don't look like husband and wife at first glance, and they specifically asked to leave the secret door, I should have thought of it!" How much do they give you? I'll double down, and I'll go to the 'Face Sculptor' and make sure that Furtham the Fearless is gone forever—"

"Aha~ I didn't expect this kind of gossip," the girl blinked her scarlet eyes and shook her head from side to side: "It's a pity that you guessed wrong~"

"No, it can't be, I never do things that will be killed afterwards!" Fursumm hastily argued that those who thought he was merely a reckless man with no scheming would be surprised to hear it.

"Well—I'll just tell you," the girl grinned, "didn't you move a batch of fir wood to sell to a guy who 'wants to build a new house'?" Those 'cedars' are actually all 'tree spirits'~"

"See,—" Furtham looked desperate.

"Although your previous proposal was very good, the other party is clearly targeting you, and the 'face carver' is already being watched by the people they hired the thieves union." The girl looked at Fursim, who had given up resistance, and seemed a little unhappy: "Hmph, forget it, it's good to give you the honor of knowing my name before you die, my name-"

With a click, the fangs bit through the neck of the Nord man, and he almost instantly turned into a dried corpse, while the girl cried out "So spicy, so spicy!" Water ~ water ~" ran away.

"'Barbett'......" After a few moments, the shriveled corpse changed back into a human, but completely changed in size and appearance, and at this point he looked like a skinny Brighton, subconsciously muttering a name, looking around blankly.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?

[You're a lone thief wandering the cities, and you've come to the Rift Valley to find yourself in the middle of nowhere, and you're about to leave, and your name is 'Zayd of Substrate', poof—] A voice sounded.

I see...... Fursum, no, Zaid staggered out of the deserted alley.

——23:50——

"Roar ——!" "W-ha!"

At the tigerman caravan camp near Stormhelm City, a large shirtless Nord is battling another extremely nimble tigerman.

The two sides fought in a way that was incomprehensible to the shivering caravan members - without any weapons, only using fists, feet, elbows, shoulders, knees, etc., to attack each other, and were blocked or countered by the opponent in a similar combat method, and the movements and reactions were all extremely fast, and the slightest distraction could only hear the sound of air explosions coming from the place of battle, and the figure could not be seen clearly.

Smack! Rumble! The two sides hedged again, and then jumped back at the same time, standing far away from each other, because the tiger man had claws to use, the Nord strong man had many blood marks on his body, and he looked rather embarrassed, but the blood spilling from the corners of the tigerman's eyes and mouth with dark fur proved that he was not easy.

"Wa, Vasha—" The leader of the caravan, an elderly tiger woman, got up tremblingly and spoke, "Do you owe this gentleman any money?" Quickly return it to others, if it's not enough, I have it here. ”

"Huh, money? This gentleman probably wants to die," the tiger man known as Vasha stared at the Nord strong man opposite: "It must be Aunt Pafi that you are selling something to humans who shouldn't be sold, this despicable race always wants to kill everyone who knows after doing some dirty things." ”

"Heh, don't bother you, they can't kill my mouth," the Nord strong man who heard the meaning of the tiger man's words laughed: "In addition, regarding the contract of your caravan, the commission did not point out that it must be extinguished, but only asked to arrest you back, originally I doubted that you had any value, but now I understand." ”

"Hah, are they really the ones who hold the so-called 'underground arena'?" Vasha put on a strange starting pose, and even the aura around him was a little stronger: "The seventh generation of the Sassy Tooth Stream, the Tiger Warrior Monk Vasha, ask for advice here!" ”

"Hey, then, there's no genre, just fight by intuition, Ayn Bryorn of the Dark Brotherhood, all, should, fight—woohoo——!" With these words, black hair grew rapidly on his body, and after the last sentence he struggled to utter, he transformed into a burly werewolf with a huge body.

Boom! The two sides collided again.

[Wow, cat and dog war? Potato ChipsPotato Chips——]

Although both sides seemed to faintly hear something strange, it was quickly forgotten by the fierce fighting.