—4E, 201, Last Seed, 17th, 7:00 a.m.

Asa, awakened by the damp cold wind and the creaking of old wagons running over the frozen ground, found himself sitting in a wagon, his hands tightly bound by ropes, and the same wagon, surrounded by four or five.

He looked at the dusty man in front of him, his pale blonde hair had been twisted into strands, and he was dressed in tattered blue leather armor, trying to remember what had happened.

"Hey, you're finally awake." The man turned his gaze to him, and his voice was low but inexplicably kind: "You just tried to cross the border, and you ended up stepping into the trap of the Imperials, like the hapless thief over there. ”

"You goddamn Stormcloak, all is fine without you in Skyrim." The carriage was not only dilapidated but also cramped, and was called the "thief", and the red-haired young man in shabby khaki linen clothes sat almost side by side with the blue-armored man: "If it weren't for the troubles you have been making, I would have reached the Hammer Province on that stolen horse." ”

Looking at the aura of death wrapped around the thief's body like a wisp of black smoke, Asa finally remembered something.

He was a hunter, and the most common hunter in the ice-covered Skyrim Province, where most of the land was covered in ice and snow, wore fur armor, carried a longbow and seven or eight arrows, and if conditions permitted, he could go hunting with those ferocious wild animals.

Since four of the five highest peaks in the continent of Tamarel are in Skyrim Province, the living environment is harsh, and the herbivores have developed excellent escape skills, and the carnivores don't mind beating the humans (men) who try to hunt them.

Although fur does not sell for a high price, meat of all kinds has always been in high demand as a staple food in the cold regions, and after hunting animals, Asa usually sells his harvest to the southernmost city in Skyrim Province, and most recently to Falkreath.

Before being caught in this carriage, he was tracking a seriously injured snow tiger, which emitted a thick "black smoke" representing death, and the breath of the beast would also make other wild animals dare not approach, it was completely impossible for him to follow, and there was no other danger, so he relaxed his vigilance.

As a result, he was caught by a group of imperial soldiers who inexplicably appeared in the mountains, and the snow tiger naturally fled.

"Hey, you and me, we shouldn't be in this car," the thief said to Assa, "The real damn thing is these storm cloaks, listen, I seem to have seen you somewhere, and we will have to prove to each other that we are not one of them in the next trial." ”

"Ha, do you think those Imperials will give you this opportunity?" Judgment'? The blue-armored man laughed out loud.

"Shut up! Prisoners! The Imperial soldier in the car yelled in annoyance.

"Is it because of him?" Arthur tried to speak, his voice a little hoarse.

The man in the chainmail and the thief sat side by side, and there was another person sitting next to him, blonde and blue-eyed, eagle-eyed, and tall, just by looking at his gorgeous sable fur cloak and full-body chain mail, you could tell that he was not a small person, not only his hands were tied, but even his mouth was gagged.

Asa looked around the carriage, and the few knights who were constantly patrolling were naturally not coming for thieves, hunters, and ordinary Stormcloaked soldiers.

"Oh, looks rich." The thief was professionally assessed.

"Watch your attitude!" The leather-armored man suddenly shouted, "You're talking about the true Supreme King of Skyrim, Lord Ulfric Stormcloak!" ”

"No, you're the lord of Windhelm City! Leader of the Storm Cloak! The thief looked completely stunned, and then his face turned pale: "If even you are caught—where are we going?" ”

"Sovngarde, 'brother'." Seemingly satisfied with the success of scaring the thief, the blue-armored man smiled.

"No, no, that can't be, they can't do that." The thief muttered to himself.

Songard, the home of the souls of all Nords, is said to have fought valiantly during their lifetime, and after their deaths, they will be led to the Valhalla of Songard to enjoy eternal revelry and battle......

Hiss - Asa's head hurts violently, as if the wound he had suffered from being knocked unconscious by the Imperial soldiers had returned.

No, Valhalla wasn't like that, he thought to himself, he didn't qualify for entering Valhalla without doing something famous, and at most wandered in the wilderness around it.

But why would he know about such a thing? Even his parents and sister didn't tell him - no, wait? Does he have parents and sisters?

Obviously an orphan from the last war, Asa even took the name "Asa" himself, was picked up by an old hunter and raised him, and inherited his bow and arrow and cabin after his death, but at the same time, he felt that his parents should be the lords of a certain city, and he also had a small but temperamental sister.

I must have been knocked stupid by the hilt of the sword of the Imperial......

"Hey, brother, where is your hometown?" The Stormcloak Soldier continued to ask the thief.

"Lo, Loristed—" The thief said another large village further north where Asa had been.

Located on the snow-blank plains of Whiterun, north of Lake Ilinalta, its main food source is cultivated crops rather than meat, and if the weather isn't bad, Asa occasionally brings a shipment of meat there to sell.

Maybe I really met this thief.

"The Nords are particular about falling leaves," the Stormcloak said, "at least you don't have to worry about dying in a hole in the Hammerfall Province without anyone knowing." ”

"No, no, Shure, Mara, Dibella, Ginares, [Akatosh]...... Everyone's fine, please help me......" Loristade's thief became incoherent and began to call out the name of the Holy Spirit indiscriminately.

The realm of the eight Holy Spirits hangs high in the sky, and they don't care that believers worship multiple Holy Spirits at the same time, but the pastors and priests of the temple to which they belong naturally can't do that, and this kind of prayer to multiple Holy Spirits in one breath is already merciful to the Holy Spirit without triggering divine punishment, and it is impossible to respond.

Asa struggled to sort out his suddenly messy memories as he looked at the thief who had suddenly uttered the name of a god he cared about, only to find that the dense "aura of death" wrapped around the thief's body had disappeared like snow on the fire.

"It can't be." Asa whispered.

The ability to foresee death can make Asa see the inevitable death, which is manifested in the gradually thick black smoke on the target's body, in addition to the prey that will be hunted by himself, humans are naturally also could, when he said that the old hunter was going to die, he also scolded him for talking nonsense, and died of heart paralysis that night.

From the old hunter's notes, Asa learned that he had made a deal with Hircine, the "demon god of hunting", in the event of a failed hunt and death, to transfer to him one-thirtieth of the lifespan of all future prey, so that he could hunt ten beasts older than three years old each year, enough to live forever - but that was obviously impossible.

Not to mention how cunning and difficult a beast of that age was, this mere transfer of life could not stop him from aging, which prevented him from continuing to hunt efficiently, and in the last years of his life, he made it his main job to teach Asa, and when Asa told the news of his imminent death, he was in fact convinced.

The last words left by the old hunter were to hope that Asa would find a way to get rid of the "Demon God" deal, perhaps he regarded Asa's ability to see death as a bad hobby of a certain demon god.

Asa knew that it wasn't, that this ability was innate, and seemed to give him great benefits, but he couldn't remember what it was.

At this time, it is even more unheard of for the "death vortex" entwined in the body of the originally mortal person to disappear out of thin air, unless a holy spirit who has just been invoked by him has intervened.

The thick black walls and gates of Helgen appeared in front of the carriage, and the Nords believed in force, and even women and children could pick up heavy two-handed swords with a few blows, and their villages naturally did not have "cowardly" walls, except in poor surroundings or in some location of military value, which Helgen had both.

In order to protect it from being attacked by the Storm Cloak while it was on the front line, the Empire even built two watchtowers in the village.

"Look, the Imperial General Tullius, and those damned Somo elves, our capture must be the result of a sincere cooperation between them." The Stormcape Soldier spoke sarcastically.

Inside the gate, a bald, dark-skinned man in high-class imperial armor was riding on a tall horse, talking to another elf in black robes with pointed ears beside him.

Asa had heard that due to the Empire's failure in the war against the Elves, it had to sign an armistice called the White-Gold Concordat, which explicitly forbade the belief in the "Ninth Holy Spirit Talos", which caused great dissatisfaction among the Nords who worshipped him as the main god, and the Stormcloak was the biggest force in opposing the Empire and the Platinum Agreement.

However, are elves so ugly?

Asa tilted his head to look at the appearance of the man in the robes, feeling that he was completely different from the elves he had remembered, but ...... Impressions? Has he seen the elves anywhere?

"Prisoners! Get out of the car! ”

The wagon convoy stopped at Helgen's square, where dozens of equally captured Stormcloaked soldiers were waiting, surrounded by twice as many Imperial soldiers, and the tall stone platform in the middle of the square and the black-hooded, muscular executioner with a long decapitation knife had demonstrated how the Empire would treat the prisoners.

A sturdy woman in full Imperial armor and an Imperial soldier with brown hair and a resolute face holding a notepad stood next to the carriage.

"Lorestead's Lockle?" The soldier read.

"Nope! I'm not a rebel! You can't do that to me! The thief was so frightened by the executioner that he jumped out of the carriage and tried to escape, but he tripped over something and fell to the ground, and fell unconscious.

"Seed, leave him last, no, the penultimate one." The sturdy woman lifted the fainted thief with one hand and dragged it aside.

The remaining three "prisoners" in the carriage looked at each other and got out of the carriage in turn.

"Ulfric Stormcloak, Lord of Stormhelm, it's an honor to meet you."

The Imperial soldier's voice was respectful, but that didn't change the fact that he was about to be executed, and the leader snorted, but didn't respond.

"LaRof of Riverwood......" "I'll be waiting for you in Songard, Hadawa, it shouldn't be long."

The Stormcloak Soldier and the Imperial Registrar glared at each other, eventually looking away at the same time.

"Well, who are you?"

The Imperial soldier known as Hadava looked at Asa and then at the list in his hand, and asked.

Who is he? Asa began to think seriously that he would give himself this name because he remembered someone in his ear roaring hoarsely, covering everything else, and if you thought about it, the voice was not actually shouting "Ah-sa-", but-

"Arthur," he said, "Arthur Pendragon." ”