My name is Akatosh,

It's a funny misunderstanding.

—4E, 201, Moon of Fire, 1st, 8:03 a.m.

To the south-west of Loristed, sheltered from the wind in the low hills, there was a small makeshift barracks consisting of only five or six tents and rudimentary defenses, which, judging by the diamond-shaped dragon insignia painted on the dark red banner hanging in the middle of the camp, undoubtedly belonged to the Imperial Legion.

This kind of small military camp, due to its size, has only a few dozen troops, and can only be used as scouts, but the meaning of their existence is more to express the meaning of "this place belongs to us".

In all towns, villages, and slightly more important settlements in the Skyrim Province, there will be such assertive camps, the difference is only whether they are controlled by the Imperial Legion or the Storm Cloak, and the hinterland of the two sides is naturally not to mention, but at the junction of the control range, there may even be two or more camps around a village, and whichever side destroys the other side's military camp and drives the soldiers away, it is equivalent to occupying that nearby village and pushing the battle line further.

This kind of playful-sounding fighting is a default rule that has been developed after years of war in Skyrim Province, after all, Skyrim Province has a harsh climate and slow growth of food crops, and if you must fight in villages and towns, then whichever side wins will end up with a meaningless ruin, which is unacceptable for both sides.

For example, if the Imperial Legion and the Stormcloak fought for Loristed, and managed to repel each other after the destruction of their villages, who is responsible for the huge food shortfall in the Snowman Territory?

However, if this method of warfare is adopted, ordinary villages will at most be uncomfortable due to the change of village and town governors and the change in the direction of material delivery, and the production of crops and other materials will not be affected at all.

Therefore, unlike the great battle between the Empire and Somo, for the current battle within the Skyrim Province, unless it is an attack and defense around a fortress in a key location or the main city of the Nine Territories, both sides will deliberately avoid the villages and towns that are being contested, divide the victory and defeat by themselves in the field, and then send a messenger to inform the mayor that it is time to change people.

"My lord, the dragon didn't reappear, and the last scout to witness it reported that it was heading northwest." A scout walks into the largest tent in the camp and reports after saluting.

"Well, go down, keep on guard." A slightly hoarse male voice responded.

"Yes." The scout replied and withdrew, and through the crack in the curtain of his tent, he could see that the "Lord" was none other than the bald General Tulius, the commander of the Imperial Legion who had retreated after being attacked by dragons in Helgen a few days earlier.

The tent has been converted into a makeshift headquarters, flanked by Imperial flags, and in the center is a large sand table with a less detailed representation of the ups and downs of Skyrim, with small red and blue flags symbolizing the Empire and Stormcloak's zone of control planted throughout key towns and villages.

In addition to a few lieutenants, who were observing the sand table with General Tulius, there was also the Nord who had escaped death with Arthur, the clerk Hadava, and it was only by looking at the exquisite imperial armor he was wearing at this time that he could be judged that he had been promoted.

"It seems that Ulfric can indeed control the dragon, and our plan is no longer feasible." General Tulius sighed, pulled up a small red flag from the village marker on the sand table, symbolizing Loristade, and said as he held it in his hand.

On the entire sand table, the control areas and junctions of the two sides are densely planted with small flags, from those left behind, the holes where the flags were planted can be judged how fierce the battle between the two sides is, and the snowy territory in the middle of the sand table has no flags and holes where the flags have been planted, except for the one that has just been pulled out of Loristed.

"Originally, I thought the dragon's attack on Helgen was just an accident, after all, you Nords have a legend of the 'dragon resurrection'." Tulius glanced at Hadava beside him.

"That's a 'prophecy,' not a 'story,' General." Hadava replied with a straight straight.

"Whatever it is," Tulius waved his hand, "the current situation is that Ufric inexplicably surrendered with all the upper hand, and just as we decided to execute him immediately, a legendary dragon came to his rescue, and then we were about to take advantage of the chaos caused by the dragon to break through the middle line through the snowman, and another dragon appeared and visited all our barracks, do you want to tell me it's all a coincidence?" ”

"I don't know, General." Hawada shook his head.

"Tell me what you know, then." General Tulius gestured at the sand table with a small flag, and seemed to plan to insert it directly into the Windhelmet City, but he didn't take it seriously.

"The two ladies who appeared in Loris Stead last night are Lydia, the Baron's Guardian of Snowman City, and Ella, the huntress of the Brothers-in-Arms, who were originally traveling with them, Arthur Pendragon 'Dragonborn' who went to pursue the dragon overnight and has not yet returned." Hadava replied.

"I'll pardon him when I get back," Tulius shook his head, "Ordinary Orion awakened the 'Dragonborn' bloodline when the dragon attacked, which is quite in line with Nord legend." ”

"Yes, General." Hadawati took notes.

"Well, our operation was discovered by both the Stormcloak and the Snowman before it began, Ufric sent the dragon to investigate, and Lord Bargulf sent a baron directly to us, if we continue to insist on going our own way, we may only suffer defeat - order the whole army to prepare to retreat." Tulius replanted the small red flag in his hand, and the location was the northwestern city of Skyrim Province, Dugu City.

——8:05——

"Captain, can you be sure that Arthur's appearance bears no resemblance to these emperors of the Septin Empire?" Overrick Stormcloak spread out portraits of Arthur and many other old men with crowns on the table.

"Of course, my lord, they're completely different." The captain of the guard of the fortress of Amor recognized the portraits again, and nodded with certainty.

The fortress on the eastern edge of the Snowman Territory has been repaired, not only to repair the damage caused by the mad mages, but also to strengthen and strengthen the defenses, after all, as a fortress, the Imperial Legion will not fight like they did when they fought for the ownership of the village, and if there was a way to raze it completely, they would be happy to do so.

At this time, in the command room on the second floor of the fortress, Ufrik, still wearing the fur cloak, was standing at a large table covered with a map of Skyrim Province asking questions to his men.

"Your Excellency, you've seen him in Helgen," Ralov, dressed in the new Storm Cloak chain mail, stood to the side.

"I was looking for an opportunity to use a dragon's roar on the Balryus," Ulfric shook his head, "they thought they would stop the spit out by gagging their mouths, and they were self-righteous Imperials. ”

"I fought alongside him when I escaped from Helgen, and I can guarantee that he doesn't have any Septin's royal blood." Larov replied firmly.

"So, tell me why he was able to summon the dragon to rescue him?" Ulfric tilted his head and gestured in Helgen's direction: "The Imperial Legion thinks that they can directly put me to death, even if they have the means to summon the dragon, they will not do such a superfluous thing." ”

"Dragonborn' identity ......," Laroff said hesitantly.

"We are not ignorant Imperials, the Dragonborn are 'dragon slayers' who can completely kill dragons so that they cannot be resurrected, and no matter how you think about them, you can't control or summon them." Ulfric interrupted Larov and asserted.

"My lord, I heard that Greybeard ......"

"Those pedantic old men are even more impossible."

"Could it be a coincidence? After all, not long ago, the Stone of Shure was attacked by a dragon. The captain of the guard at Fort Amor tried to interject, and was glared at by both of them.

"For the time being, let's just think it's the Dragonborn' who is lucky." Although he agreed with the captain's words, Ufrik clearly did not intend to use the words he had said: "Well, let's talk about the 'Knights of the Round Table' he is carrying." ”

"Obviously, they are all members of the Brother-in-Arms, perhaps deliberately withholding their identities to avoid getting involved in the conflict between us and the Imperial Legion, but this cover-up is limited." The captain of the guard replied, and continued to report.

"According to the investigation of the surrounding bandits' nests afterwards, they destroyed the bandits of Gallows Rock and Triva's watchtower, lived in Ivasteide, but withdrew to the snowman without reaching the summit of Hosga."

"Uh-huh...... Well? Ulfric swiped his finger across the map, connecting the locations in a single line, and then looked a little strange: "That old thing Balguf, have you already guessed what I'm going to do?" ”

The arc drawn by this finger was outside of the territory of the Snow Man, deep into the control area of the Storm Cloak, and it could be said that the Baron Snow Man's actions had completely crossed the line, but he and the members of the Brothers-in-Arms seemed to have predicted that they called themselves the "Knights of the Round Table", and unless they got to the bottom of it, there was really no excuse to attack on the surface.

"The most important thing is that they are moving in the immediate vicinity of the camp where we are massing, as if to silently warn us not to act rashly." Ufric sneered, "It seems that Barguf is more capable than I expected, but if he can't even do this, he really doesn't deserve to be my classmate when I learned the way of roaring from Graybeard." ”

"My lord, what about our original plan of 'taking advantage of the chaos of the dragon's recovery, gathering troops across the snow, and raiding the middle line of the Imperial Legion'?" Ralov looked at Ufrik, who didn't look very good, hesitated, but asked anyway.

"Hmph, I've seen through it, what kind of plan is it, the order, withdraw the troops back to Wind Helmet City - I hope that group of yellow-haired girls haven't made a mess in the city." Ulfric flicked his cloak and turned to leave.

"Yes, sir." Ralov saluted, ignoring the last sentence.