Dai Dameng was a little puzzled and asked, "Let me go so soon?" ”

"It's not just a release," said the guard, smiling, "that you have done a good thing, and General Gamar wants to see you." Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info do you know who he is? ”

Dai Dameng shook his head, although he grew up in the Black Dragon Ridge, twenty miles south of Windhelm City, he had never walked out of the village, and no one else had ever chatted with him, so he only knew about Uffric about Windhelm City, and he didn't know anything about the others, and he had never heard of this Gamar general.

"As a teenager, he fought with the High King Ufric against the Elves, and is now the High King's right-hand man, second only to the High King in prestige and status in the Storm Cloak. He named you to see you, there must be an important task for you, if you complete it well, promotion and wealth are a matter of his words. The guard took off his helmet, revealing short blond hair and a valiant but unkempt face, smiled and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "My name is Larov, don't forget your brother when the time comes." ”

Dai Dameng is a sincere person, others respect him a foot, he can respect people, patted Larov on the shoulder and said: "Okay, I will definitely not forget you, I want to become a dragon man." ”

"Hehe......" the corners of Larov's mouth twitched, "That, don't blame the brother for not reminding you, General Gamal is like an old bear, he has a very violent temper, you have to be careful what you say, don't provoke him to lose his temper, you know?" ”

This Larov was very enthusiastic and spoke well, and Dai Dameng nodded and said, "Well, I know." ”

Then they came to the barracks outside the city.

The soldiers of the storm cloaks were training, some were shooting arrows, some were tinkering with huge wooden racks, they were more than ten meters high, the chassis was like a windmill, and there were no windmill blades on top, but a long, thick wooden pole with a large leather pocket tied to the top of the pole with a rope.

Continuing to walk, a group of people in the center of the training ground caught his attention.

Winter in the sky came very early, and it was already early winter in October, and the cold was biting.

This group of people is very thinly dressed, training is in full swing, and their bodies are steaming.

There were men and women, each with a two-handed axe, and with each swing, he let out a loud roar. Moving, stopping, waving and roaring, hundreds of people have only one voice, one movement, well-trained, and uniform. A large axe is like a forest of steel, and the sharp blade of the axe flashes with a dazzling cold light.

The earth-shattering roar made Dai Dameng's blood boil, his palms were hot and sweaty, and his heart was itchy, and he couldn't wait to pick up the sledgehammer and practice with them a few times.

"This is the Stormcloak!" Ralov proudly said, "We are the best people of Skyrim, and we fight for freedom and glory!" Fight for Ulfrick! ”

"Those," said Larov, pointing to the strange tall wooden shelves, "are catapults that can wreak havoc on the walls and the cowardly Imperial soldiers hiding behind them." Somo and the Empire must get out of the sky, and we, the true children of the sky, will win. ”

These well-trained soldiers, as well as these huge catapults, gave Dai Dameng a very strong shock.

One can even imagine countless flaming boulders flying out of the catapults, whistling across the sky and crashing down on the city walls like meteorites. The walls collapsed, and thousands of Stormcloaked soldiers swarmed up from the breach, their hands falling and their blood flowing......

Don't want such a war! Dai Dameng shook his head vigorously, trying to shake out the bloody images.

"Here we are." A word from Larov pulled him back from his fantasies, and then Diomon found himself standing outside a tent made of fur.

Larov whispered, "Remember, don't make him angry." ”

Demon nodded, bowed his head and walked into the tent with Larov.

Inside the tent was a table with a map of Skyrim Province drawn on it, with some small red and blue flags planted on it.

A large brown bear was crouching on the other side of the table, pressing his palms against the table, staring at Dai Dameng with a pair of lifeless eyes.

"Ho ......" startled him, how did the bear run into the tent, but Dai Dameng reached out and touched the sledgehammer on his back but did not touch it, and then remembered that his sledgehammer and shield were confiscated when he was locked in the cell.

"Ahem......" Larov tugged at his clothes and said respectfully, "General Gamal, the person you want to see has arrived." ”

"Good." The bear made a low voice, slowly raised its head, and then, beneath its mouth, a human face appeared.

Dai Dameng saw that the brown bear was actually a leather coat, the bear's head was a helmet, and the bear's claws were the decoration of the jacket hanging down on the chest.

The man was probably in his fifties, with a fleshy face, a very wide face, especially a chin twice as wide as that of ordinary people, a thick white beard, and two eyes as sharp as sharp knives.

He is only about 1.8 meters tall, but his shoulders are very broad and thick, and his bare arms are as thick as ordinary people's thighs.

Dai Dameng nodded, it turned out that he was General Gamal, and he was really as dangerous as an old bear.

"Boy!" Gamar stared at Daemon like a ferocious beast, "I've heard that you've signed up for the Storm Cloak, and I'm glad to see an aspiring young man like you fighting for the faith of Talos. ”

Yes? This one...... Dai Dameng hesitated in his heart, if he told Gamal that he signed up for eight dishes and one soup, Gamal would tear him apart on the spot.

"But you fled," said Gamar, looking coldly at Dietamon, "this is the act of a coward, the Storm Cloak will never allow deserters, and you have brought the whole Storm Cloak to shame." Gamal slammed the table and said, "I should have beheaded you according to the military order!" ”

When Dai Dameng heard this, he immediately shouted: "Why? I'm not a storm cloak. ”

Larov glared at him vigorously, and he ignored it, and the bad boy said that he was doing good things, and who would have thought that this old bear would cut off his head.

Dai Dameng carefully calculated, he would definitely not be able to run in this barracks, and only by catching the old bear could he have a way to live.

"Why? Hmph, the first you are a deserter, the second is a fog-watching bandit, any one of them is enough to kill you. The old bear grinned and said with a smile: "But now I will give you a chance, if you do it well, not only will you be exempted from the death penalty, but you will also be rewarded for your meritorious deeds." ”

Dai Dameng hurriedly said, "Oh, then you can talk about it." Old Xiong didn't seem to be easy to mess with, and the chance of catching him was slim, so Dai Dameng immediately gave up the idea of desperately trying to see what he said before making plans.

"The Mist Bandits have always been a big problem in Stormhelm City, and now they are recruiting troops and growing stronger." Old Bear smiled contemptuously and said, "But robbers are robbers after all, and I now have 10,000 stormcloaked soldiers and dozens of trebuchets. The female leader of the Mist Bandits is a rare talent, and the High King Ufric cherishes her talents, and when he learns that you have an unusual friendship with her, he deliberately gives you a chance. If you can convince her to submit to the High King, and with her talents, she can serve as the Legion Governor, or you can serve in the Legion, and you can spend time and night together for the Great High King, and maybe a good territory after the unification of Skyrim Province. If you can't convince her, the Stormcloak's army will level the Tower and both you and her will be decapitated. ”

Dai Dameng nodded cautiously.

The stormcloaked soldiers and trebuchets outside he had seen and had not the slightest doubt about Gamal's words. If the Storm Cloak sends troops, there are only more than a hundred people in the Fog Watching Tower, and no matter how great the female saber-toothed tiger is, it is not an opponent of an army.

"Okay," said Dai Dameng seriously, "I will persuade her to surrender." ”