My name is Akatosh,

Ah, Sgramer jumped, oh, jumped back again.

—4E, 201, Moon of the Fire, 11th, 8:32 a.m.

By dawn, the fog on the sea had completely cleared, and the group of comrades was re-entering the interior from the sea.

"Sgrammer, the first human leader to land in Tamariel, before that, this continent was completely ruled by elves, such as tigermen, argonians and other races are still slaves of elves, and there is no word 'human' in the name, yes, slaves." Septin Inspired Signus explained the history, but he didn't delay him at all from flipping through the "magic book" as he hurried along.

After taking out the tome from the forged metal ball, Septin implied to give up his base without hesitation, and agreed to Arthur's invitation, and after roughly understanding what they were going to do, he directly pointed out the location of the destination.

In that case, even listening to him talk about ancient history would be nothing, Arthur thought as he opened the way first.

"He established the first city of the Nords, Sattar, in the south of the landing site, and led his five hundred heroes to destroy all the elves in Skyrim Province, so his battle axe was called the 'Elven Killer', and at the last moment of his life, when he felt that he was about to die, Sgramer returned to his original landing site on the continent of Tamarel and built his own tomb," the old mage said, "and Taber Septin was born long after Sgramer's death, Although he built a huge empire that has lasted until now after unifying the continent of Tamariel, and has even been promoted to the rank of 'Ninth Holy Spirit' Talos, he still doesn't qualify to be compared to Sgramer, understand? ”

"Uh...... Got it. Farkas, who had accidentally asked the question "Who is greater, Taber Septin or Sgrammer?" replied in a daze.

There will be no standard answer to such a subjective question, but the mage seems to know a lot about the history of the Brothers-in-Arms, and has some admiration for Sgrammer, so it seems that the next time will be more pleasant, Arthur thought.

As for the "Magic Book", Bluebeard didn't completely claim it for himself, but the others felt intense discomfort and dizziness just by opening the book, and afterwards said that they had seen some words with strange shapes and meaningless permutations, and once they tried to understand them, it was as if their heads had been whipped and had to give up.

However, Arthur did not react to it at all, in his opinion, there was not a word on the big book, and naturally it didn't matter what the reaction was, Septin implied a fruitless examination, and in the end it could only be attributed to the fact that his dragonborn bloodline was relatively special.

So, what exactly is written on it? Can a forging Mo run to ask the demon god, and then be annoyed and embarrassed by the demon god who can't answer? Ella asked with some curiosity about the only old mage who could read the "magic book".

"According to the remarks of this magic book, [Azura] answered, but the forging Mo played a trick, and together with many forging scholars, he gave different answers, and systematically and methodically proved that the answer of the [Demon God of Dawn and Dusk] was wrong," Septin implied and recited the name of the demon god absently: "If a small number of individuals try to deceive the demon god, they generally do not care, but if a race gathers the power of the wisdom of the whole race to try to prove that a demon god who is originally correct is wrong, it is only natural that it will be destroyed." ”

"Especially since that answer is still Azula worked out with a lot of effort, Wang!" Babas answered.

"Hmm...... It can also be seen from the style of those ruins that although those dwarves are variants of the elves, they are not pursuing magic, but the power of machinery and steam," Wilcas shook his head, "It's a good idea to have everything under control, but only if you don't provoke those who may flip the table at any time and stop playing." ”

——8:54——

"Stop! Who are you? ”

Having accidentally diverted the conversation into the realm of history and philosophy, and confident in the strength of the small group, almost no one attempted to investigate, with the result that they were surrounded by a group of Somo soldiers as they were about to arrive at Sgramer's tomb.

It turns out that Somo's standard clothing looks like this? Arthur looked around at the soldiers.

"Elven Armor" is a kind of light armor that wraps the whole body, its material is composed of translucent dark gold gelatin, perhaps because the Somo Elves are from the warm southern summer twilight island and are very cold, after the armor is worn, only the face is exposed, but for the sake of beauty, these armor on the shoulders, waist, feet and other positions are deliberately thickened and beautified.

Well, it's still not very good-looking.

"Standing in front of you is the famous mercenary group of Skyrim Province's 'Knights of the Round Table', I am the head of the group, Artoria," Arthur did not forget to quickly reply as he observed, "Hired to escort the 'Scholar Merlin' to investigate the Nord ruins in various places - but what do you want to do in front of the grave of the great Nord hero, Sgrammer?" Genie? ”

These words were not inferior in momentum at all, and could even be called sharp, and in the end, Arthur even held the hilt of the giant sword behind his back.

"Hmm......" The elven soldier who blocked the way was speechless for a moment.

Obviously, despite Somo's victory in the war with the Empire, and the signing of the Platinum Agreement, he even reached into Skyrim Province with the clause "forbidding the belief in Talos", these soldiers still did not dare to say directly "Sgrammer's tomb has been sealed off by us, and idlers are not allowed to enter".

The forbidden belief in Talos is not minded by the empire itself, it is only the stubborn-minded Nords who oppose it, but if it comes to Sgrammer, the ancestor of the human race of Tamarel...... Do you really think he can't take the witch slade? The Immortal's weapon doesn't disappear just because its body shatters.

"We've received information that an organization is trying to collect fragments of the 'Witch Razald' in order to reforge it," replied one of the soldiers who appeared to be of a slightly higher rank and had a more nimble head, "Thomo has no disrespect for Sgrammer, but if anyone wants to use that weapon against us, we certainly won't sit idly by." ”

The vampires seemed shrewd enough to learn to drive wolves, and Arthur frowned slightly, if he told them to reforge this legendary weapon under the name of "Elf Slayer" just to attack vampires - it didn't take any words to know the result.

"So, just let us check the luggage we are carrying and make sure we don't carry any fragments of that weapon, and we can let you pass," the elven leader continued, "I hope you understand." ”

"Master Merlin, what do you think?" Arthur quickly thought of a countermeasure, and turned to Bluebeard Mage and asked.

Although with the old mage's simple personality, even if he reported his real name, he was probably not a problem, but his name was "Septin Implied", and he himself had a very good opinion about the Empire, maybe he was on some special list within Somo.

"I think it......" The old mage closed the magic book with great dissatisfaction, and then raised his hand slightly: "The juniors of the white wolf guy are becoming more and more disagreeable, human form, fixed body." ”

White wolf? Does Krako still have this nickname?

"Wh-" The elven soldiers on the other side were startled only by the gesture of Septin's implied hand, and the group of comrades did not realize that it was a spell until the old mage's hand began to fall.

It was Barbas who ran away first.

Bang!!

With the movement of Bluebeard Mage putting his hand down, a deafening explosion sounded, and a huge turquoise whirlwind appeared between the two sides of the confrontation, and it exploded directly in all directions at the same time as it appeared, and the members of the affected comrade group had no effect, but the more than ten elven soldiers in front of them flashed with green light, and they stood motionless.

"We need to get into the crypt as soon as possible, although the loud noise just now didn't really happen, but the other elven soldiers who have a keen sense of magic must have noticed." Arthur said as he spoke, and he hurried to the entrance of the giant stone tomb not far away.

"Magic is so convenient." Ella exclaimed.

"Actually, it doesn't take much to kill them all." Farkas muttered, and was knocked on a shield by his own brother.

——9:17——

When you think of the catacombs of Skyrim, you naturally think of the ghouls that inhabit them, the corpses of ancient Nord warriors who will rise back to their feet under the influence of adventurers, evil magic, or even an earthquake, and attack any living creature in sight without reason.

However, this kind of thing is absolutely impossible to happen in the tomb of Sgramer, the earliest ancestors of the human race on the Tamarel continent are still lying there, who dares to get up without permission?

As a result, the ancient Nord warriors who were fortunate enough to be buried in the same tomb as Sgramer all became ghosts.

"Want to meet Master Sgrammer? Let me test you to see if you qualify! "These warriors are as neatly clad and neatly clad as they were when they were alive, and even their minds are very clear, and if it weren't for their translucent appearance and the way they disappeared into light smoke after being defeated, they could have been seen as ordinary Nord warriors.

After entering the tomb, Septin implied that he would not fight again, and the members of the comrade group did not transform into werewolves in order to prove their martial prowess to their ancestors, and only relied on their own combat skills to kill all the way in.

Of course, this is also considering that the werewolf bloodline is the result of the betrayal of Sgrammer by the leader of a certain generation of comrades-in-arms, and if he transforms, he may be thrown out directly by the old ancestor.

Since Sgramer himself hadn't amassed much wealth, and there was no such thing as a tomb robber at the time, it was no difficult to reach the halls of his tomb - just follow the straight line, and the battles along the way were more like a show of prowess to the Nord ancestor.

As for the goal of the trip, the grip of the "Witch Slade" was quietly enshrined in front of Sgrammer's unusually large sarcophagus.

"Ahh A loud scream rang out, causing both the men and ghosts who had been in the middle of the battle to stop their movements to see who was making such a humiliating voice in front of Sgramer.

"No, I don't want to-" The one who shouted was Arthur's newly defeated ghost opponent, who did not turn into a light smoke and reappear in the coffin like the rest of his comrades, but rose straight towards the ceiling of the tomb.

However, the favorite "hitting the ceiling" did not happen, he was shrouded in a pillar of light before approaching the ceiling, and disappeared directly in an ascending posture in the next moment.

"Uh, okay." Arthur looked at the eighth star lit up in his "two-handed sword" constellation, and silently put away his sword.

Excess undead, not bad in other circumstances, but sending away these warriors who have guarded Sgrammer's tomb for thousands of years is ......

"Hahaha! Don't be frustrated, life at Valhalla isn't bad - Hiccup! A heroic voice that Arthur had heard during the ceremony of joining the ring rang out: "[Come with you, who wants to make a sound?] 】”

The spirits closed their mouths and shook their heads.

"If you don't come up, then I can only go down...... I'm not drunk! Don't give me any more decanting soup! - Hiccup! At the same time as Sgrammer's voice, there was a faint audible sound of staggering and commotion.

As the members of the Brotherhood looked at each other, the ghosts scattered and disappeared.

Boom!

A dazzling meteor with golden lightning completely ignored the top of the tomb and fell straight from the sky in front of Sgrammer's massive sarcophagus, the force of which even caused cobweb-like cracks in the ground...... Illusion.

As the light of the "shooting star" disappeared, a Nord man with a whole body of golden light slowly stood up, his face and figure were exactly the same as the handed down sculptures of Sgramer, it was the Nord tradition of blonde hair and blue eyes, tiger back and bear waist, but unlike the serious and fierce in those sculptures and portraits, "Golden Sgrammer" looked very relatable.

"Very well, my juniors," he said, "[You have gathered all the shards of the Witch Slade, defeated the warriors of the Ancient Brothers, and proved that you have enough courage and strength, and—and have discovered your own shortcomings]. ”

Septin, who was in charge of making up for the "shortcomings", continued to flip through his tome without saying a word.

In this way, when facing the pressure of the elven army, Tirag should not have sought out the Harpy Witch to obtain the power of the werewolf, he just needed to ask a magician to help, but the inertial thinking of the Brothers-in-Arms who decided everything with their own strength for thousands of years made him make the wrong choice.

"You-" Arthur tried to say something, but Sgrammer raised his hand to stop him.

"I'm well aware of your intentions, it's time for the 'Witch Slade' to be reborn, but I don't think you all like axes," Sgrammer's golden eyes swept over the weapons carried by the members of his comrades, "so I'll give it a new look, and the name will be up to you." ”

Sgramer held out his hand, and his comrades gathered in front of him with the pieces in the package, the orb in Arthur's bag, and the grip in front of the sarcophagus.

The old pieces are reassembled from each other, while the orb is set directly at the back of the grip.

The final result was a large two-handed sword with a broad blade, blue enamel on both sides, and a row of elven characters painted on the back.

"[Go ahead, my juniors, I'm looking forward to seeing you at Valhalla, but the later the better, hahaha-" Sgramer laughed and disappeared into a golden glow, the sword still floating in midair.

"Although I keep saying that you should name yourselves, I actually carved 'Elf Killer' in Elven language on the sword......" Barbas stuck out his tongue, "I feel that if I use it to cut elves, it will be particularly effective." ”

"Now the question is — well, when I didn't ask." Before Arthur could ask who would use the "Witch Slade", he saw his companions raise their hands and point at him.

"Your name is," Arthur approached the golden sword, reaching out to grasp its hilt, "-Excalibur." ”

The next moment, a dazzling golden light illuminated the entire tomb.