When three iron gates slammed down, sending up thick clouds of smoke and dust that kept the hot air out, Bernardo and Hadava breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Haier was sturdy with the fortresses that had been built to provide a colony for soldiers, far from being comparable to the wooden houses that shattered at the touch of a button. Of course, its designers probably never imagined that one day the fortress would be attacked by dragons, but theoretically, it should be possible to hold on for a while, right?

As an Imperial Scribe who had worked here for many years, Hadava was confident that he would be able to use his vast experience to escape. He needed help.

So he took out his dagger and untied the hemp rope from the hand of one of the prisoners who had walked in with him.

The prisoner's face was grim, and he didn't say a word from the moment he was brought here until the black dragon attacked, except that his name was Bernardo. He was spotted by soldiers trying to cross the border, and although he was not on the wanted list, he was sentenced to death by the captain who was afraid of trouble. Just as his head was about to be cut off, the black dragon appeared and attacked the execution ground, allowing him to escape.

"Your name is Bernardo, right? Here, try this sword. ”

"......" Bernardo took the sword, which was fairly well made, but the forging of the head was slightly weaker. He swung his hand a few times, and the blade of the sword arced through the air.

"Pretty good, have you practiced before?" Hadava whistled, and it looked like the boy was a master of swordsmanship, which gave him some confidence in the rest of his escape.

The young man didn't say anything, but just slashed several fences in the corner with a backhand. The cut surface is neat and completely contoured.

"It seems that the body remembers quite a few skills. Don't forget about them, there will be some danger ahead. ”

He looked at the ceiling, where layers of sand were spilling through the cracks in the ancient marble, and he could faintly hear the vibration of the ground.

"Be careful, this ceiling could collapse at any moment......," Hadava walked against the wall, and motioned for the boy to do so, "I know that this path leads to a certain crypt, and maybe it can lead to the outside, provided that we can get there before this fortress collapses completely......" paused, "Only, I'm afraid we are not the only ones who have this idea, and those rebels in the Storm Cloak will not show mercy if they encounter us." ”

"Don't worry about them." Bernardo finally spoke, only very quietly.

"Yes, if it's just me, I'm afraid it's still a bit dangerous...... It's just that if you're really as strong as you just showed......" Hadava shrugged, "Let's go, Talos bless!" ”

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The passage leading to the underground is narrow and winding. Most of the torches on both sides of the walls have been extinguished, and only a few are still burning. From time to time, sand and gravel fell from the cracks with a dull crashing sound, and each tremor made Hadava's heart tremble.

If you are buried here...... It can be said that there is no way to go to heaven and no door to go to earth.

"How long is this road?"

"Just ahead......"

"You've said it seven or eight times!"

"Shhhh There is a sound! Hadava warned Bernardo, completely oblivious to the fact that the boy was making a much quieter voice than himself. The two hid in the shadows, observing the scene in front of them. At the end of the corridor was a small stone chamber with screams and feeble moans from time to time, while another group of muttering people next to it were the enemies of the Imperial Legion, the rebels of the Storm Cloak.

"Two long swords, a giant axe, and a bow and arrow...... Hadava squinted, judging the opponent's armament, and at the same time his brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about countermeasures, "Bernardo, you go ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, Bernardo pressed his ten fingers to his lips to signal him to be quiet: "Don't worry, the people in that house will solve it." ”

"Huh?" Hadava was about to continue asking, but was interrupted by the soldiers in the Storm Cloak: "Kill! ”

The four of them rushed into the stone chamber, followed by slashing, roaring, screaming, and magical energy. After two minutes, everything was quiet.

"Let's go." Bernardo slouched out of cover and motioned for Hadava to follow.

"What the hell is going on...... Oh my God......"

Looking at the picture of the stone chamber, Hadava couldn't help but cover his mouth, and finally just said, "May their souls rest in peace." ”

Walking through the corridor to the room, Hadava saw the battlefield where the battle had just taken place.

Or is a slaughterhouse more suitable?

There were about a dozen severed limbs on the ground, and if anyone was willing to fish them out of the mixture of brains and blood, and count them.

"The big axe ......" Hadava recognized the body on the ground, which was his fellow countryman, Larov, who had joined the Stormcloak rebels. He didn't look away, he couldn't bear to look at the little corpse again. He walked to the corner, where the only body was lying still.

"The executioner's axe? It's ironic that the man who was supposed to die under this axe instead picked it up and killed the executioner. ”

……

"Be careful, Ulfrik might be around here...... Legend has it that he tore King Toig to shreds with his roar......"

"There's no need, there's not that obvious aura around here."

"Breath? …… Forget it, anyway, let's go the other way. I don't really like to go that way, it's the torture room. ”

The corridor leading to the other end was long and silent. There was no more fine hourglass, and it seemed that the dragon had completed the one-sided slaughter on the ground and flew away proudly.

Occasionally, the torches in the passage will make some crackling sounds, which is a sign of insufficient burning. Originally, even ants would not be afraid of the voice, but at this moment, it stimulated Hadawa's heart to tremble. The torturer of the fortress likes nothing more than to set painful traps around him, so that he cannot be accidentally injured.

A breeze rose in the dreary tunnels. A strong smell of blood came to my nose.

"Shi ......" walked around the corner, and Hadava was stunned again.

On the ground lay several soldiers in Imperial armor. Those were comrades-in-arms who used to spend days and nights with Hadawa, fighting side by side.

"Damn storm cloak mongrel! I'm going to kill them all...... Well? ”

Hadava, who was quickly ignited by his rage, saw several more corpses—storm cloaks of different colors of armor, and they were more numerous, with about a dozen people piled up in front of them.

In the pile of corpses, the blood-stained figure slowly stood up, he hadn't even been recognized just now, "These people don't seem to be very happy with us, so we can only send them to see dear Shure." The torturer's voice was gentle, but dangerous.

"What the hell are you ......" Hadava impatiently tried to rush to the torturer to ask for clarification, but he was dragged back as soon as he took two steps - it was Bernardo, and where Hadava's left foot had just stepped on, several metal punctures protruded from the ground.

"You're still not cautious enough, Hadawa...... Your companion is very good. The torturer turned to Bernardo.

"The breath you just felt was you, right?"

P.S: In the future, when the protagonist of the trajectory is injured and falls into a coma or coma for a long time, I will intersperse some old main plots to flesh out another line.

P.S2: I just finished the exam, and I'm still so tired...... Today, it's a change of 4000 words, and the remaining 2K is owed to the weekend update~