That night, Yawen kept pacing back and forth in the living room of the Somer Embassy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info Yesterday's incident was a bit unpleasant, and it was the first time she had come to the Council of Elders uninvited, in fact, it was mainly for the Sommer government to fight for more regency rights in Skyrim. After all, according to the current situation in the empire, she felt that most of those old guys would choose to follow their own wishes and settle things. The empire was in disarray enough, and anyone could see that the desire to attack Somer could not be provoked again now.

"Then let Somer come! Let's see if you can stretch your minions into the realm of Skyrim! Yawen pondered Ivosis's words. Did she know that there was also a rift within Sommer's government? No way! According to the management methods of the Ancestral Divine Prefecture, it is impossible for a spy to spread the current problems on Xia Dusk Island! But why was the woman of Efcis's tone so tough?

"Bang!" A loud bang interrupted Yawen's train of thought, and the dust on the house was shaken down a lot under the loud noise.

"What's the situation?!" Yawen asked as she opened the door. No sooner had she opened the door than a bolt of fire stabbed into the ground beneath her feet with a streamer.

Enemy attack? This is a lonely city! Where did the enemy come from? The surprise in Yawen's heart lasted for a long time before she figured it out. This attack could not have come from someone other than Dugu City, so naturally there was only one possibility, and this attack was approved by Ephrosis.

"Bang!" With another loud bang, the door to the embassy compound was slammed open. The first team to rush in from there was a green-skinned orc dressed in heavy Imperial steel armor.

These are the descendants of one of the two proudest legions of the Empire, the Orc Infantry Regiment. At that time, it was said that the empire could sweep the entire continent with the combat power of the Royal Knights and the Orc Infantry Regiment. Later, after the Third World War, the Great War between the Somer regime and the Empire, there were not many left, either the Royal Knights or the Orc Infantry Regiment. The Royal Order became extinct due to a lack of horses from Selodir. And the orc infantry regiment is also too busy with the empire to take care of itself, which makes it difficult to quell the civil strife between the high rocks and the orc tribe in Gao Yan, which in turn makes this once majestic army also in danger. The number of people left is a few dozen people. In recent years, in order to prevent the last of the seedlings from being lost to the Empire and the Stormcloak in the early days of the Civil War, the team has been hidden by Tulius and has never been seen.

The main reason for this use was that Tulius was afraid that the other teams under his command would be spies by Sommer, which would lead to the discovery of this action.

"Roar!" Seeing the gate open, the green-skinned orcs led by the leader directly threw aside the giant wood he was holding, took off the two hand axes on his waist and roared angrily and rushed towards the Sommer soldiers inside.

For these guys with muscles growing into their brains, there's nothing that can't be solved with a single charge. The terrifying thing about the Orc Infantry Regiment is that they have a complete racial heritage because of the life of the tribe, and most of the adult male orcs can stimulate their racial talents. And as the strongest orcs in the entire Tamriel, after they have unleashed their racial talents, they can basically casually complete the action of overturning ten Nords. Muscle strengthening, which leads to double the strength, double the speed, and halve the damage taken, the key is that the deeper this race skill is damaged, the more obvious the effect will be!

From the moment the first orc infantry rushed into the ranks of the elven warriors, the battle was already doomed. If they could have found it early and organized orcs with long-range attacks, the outcome would have been two, but now that this situation has been rushed into the team by the orcs, it is basically the fate of the orcs on the opposite side......

Dugu City is fighting, and the Yar border of the old crow is also in turmoil.

"What?! The Storm Cloak has already pressed our eastern borders with an army?! The old crow's hand shook, and the wine in the wine glass unconsciously spilled on the ground.

"Your Excellency...... There is also an outpost on the southern border that has spotted the team that has come from Xuemanling......"

...... "The old crow has gone into a state of stupor." We're all part of the Empire! What is he going to do in Bagruf?! ”

"Maybe he's here to help?" A nobleman next to him opened his mouth to relieve the old crow's mood at this time.

"! If he comes to our aid, he'll be a ghost! The wrinkled middle-aged woman screamed in her hoarse voice and threw the delicate glass in her hand to the ground.

"Asfer, go! Go to the Somer embassy for help! Let's just say that Baghlouf took refuge in the storm rebels! "The old crow didn't know at this time that Yawen from the Somer Embassy might not be able to save herself at this time......

And at the same time as the Yar border was stirring, the Rift Territory was also beginning to move. Not to the south of the Kedil Territory, of course, but to the west of the Half Moon Territory.

"Uncle Ammid, let's just go over and fight the half-moon collar? You know, they've just taken out a bunch of Somer's elves! Next to the middle-aged man in heavy armor, a young man who was obviously much younger asked puzzled.

"Harald, you're still too young. Isn't this our chance? They are now very empty of internal forces, and according to the orders of your mother, Lord Leila, we will take advantage of this time to go over and fish. The half-moon collar is rich......" The middle-aged man named Anmid looked at the young man in front of him dotingly, stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair as hard as before. Speaking of which, he and his brother both grew up watching by themselves, and they taught them martial arts and everything.

Hearing this, the young man Harald jumped to the side and shouted, "They just fought Somer!" And Somer! They are the heroes of Skyrim! We shouldn't stab them in the back! ”

The middle-aged man's hand stopped halfway through. Ammid looked at the young man in front of him and smiled with satisfaction: "You have inherited the spirit that Nord people should have, this is very good......"

Halfway through speaking, the middle-aged man jumped forward half a step violently, and before Harald could react, he grabbed him into his arms and rubbed the young man's hair fiercely: "But you kid must know that this is your mother, our lord's order!" The order is given, and we have to carry it out, you know?! ”

Harald, who struggled out of the thick arms, rubbed the top of his head very innocently, and gritted his teeth fiercely as he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was gently moving his wrist joints, and finally had no choice but to give up. He didn't understand why his mother and this uncle were all supporting the Storm Cloak to destroy Somer, but when a lord and Sommer had just finished fighting, his side was going to take advantage of the danger......