The guards at the gates of the city were heavily armed and heavily guarded, and it seemed that something big had happened in the city. Could it be that the conflict between the Imperial Legion and the Stormcloak has worsened? I walked up to the guards and asked why.

"We have been ordered to be on the guard, nothing else! Also, bring out your identification...... Oh, I'm sorry, Lord Baron, it's not convenient for us to go into detail here, so please find someone to know when you enter the city. ”

It's strange, it's like there's something unseemly. Could it be that the lord's daughter eloped with someone else? Well, this is just casual guessing, I don't remember that Lord Barguv had an adult daughter.

After entering the city, the atmosphere in the city was still very tense, and there were many fewer people going out at night than before, and they all looked like they were in a hurry, as if they were reluctant to stay outside.

I opened the door of the house and went home to sit by the fire.

"Lydia, what's going on in the city?"

Lydia heard the door open, and she came downstairs, took the package from my back, placed it on the wooden table, and explained to me as she prepared tea for me.

"Earlier someone attacked the comrade group."

Assault on the group of comrades? No wonder the guards at the gate also concealed this, the attack on the headquarters of the comrade-in-arms group was not a glorious thing, and the omission of letting a group of outlaws into the city would also embarrass the lord.

Which force did the rioters come from? The only one who can do this kind of thing is the silver hand, and I have planned so much in the name of my comrades, it is inevitable that they will notice. It's just that these lost dogs also have the courage to jump off the wall, not to mention that the comrades-in-arms are under the protection of Lord Barguf, and that group of wolf-like warriors alone is enough for them to have no return.

I smiled and asked about the outcome of this conflict.

"It's a lose-lose situation. Your Excellency, you'd better go and have a look. ”

Ladia's answer was beyond my expectations. I have already experienced the strength of the silver hands, and their strength in Xueman has been hit hard twice, and this time it is an away battle, even if the comrades-in-arms team does not use the strength of Helsin, they will definitely not suffer. Unless......

Worst. It dawned on me that before leaving, Ella had told me that Krako had sent most of his men to search for the Witch Slad Fragments, which meant that the garrison at the Brothers' Headquarters would be extremely empty during this time. Thinking of this, I hurriedly put down the teacup in my hand and went out again to the station of my comrades.

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In a short time I came to the moon waska. The bundle of long swords placed in the corner of the wall identified the attacker, the Silver Hand, while some of the guards and members of the Brotherhood disposed of the corpses piled up on the ground. Judging by their expressions, the situation is not optimistic. My heart tightened, and I pushed open the door of the mead hall and walked in.

"What happened?"

The crowd in a circle looked up at me, who had just entered the door, and then looked back at the ground around them, without saying a word. I walked to the edge of the crowd and looked in, and the naked old man in the middle of the crowd made me frown.

Impossible, right? I shook my head, trying to shake off the stupid thoughts in my head and squeeze into the crowd as far as I could so I could see better, but that didn't change the truth.

Krako is dead.

Without any breath of the living, the Prophet of the Brothers-in-Arms, Krako Greymane appears to have been dead for a long time. The bloody hole in his chest and the fragments of his clothes on the ground recreate the scene when he died: before he could complete his werewolf transformation, he was stabbed into the vital point by a sword. It had been learned from a conversation with Krako that he had not transformed into a werewolf for a long time due to his disgust with the blood of the wild. Perhaps this is why he was unable to quickly summon the power of the wild in a sudden situation, and was killed by the enemy at the opportunity.

Looking at the grief-stricken expressions of everyone, my heart was also extremely lost. Krako said that he had a premonition that his end was approaching, so he sent a large number of men to fulfill his unfulfilled wish, which became the cause of his death. In addition, I am also responsible for Krako's death.

I tried to break the Silver Hand, which would undoubtedly provoke a dying counterattack. I don't think I'm doing anything wrong, and I'm even happy with what I've done, but it has led to an unacceptable result. Looking at the corpse in front of me, the old man's voice and smile vaguely appeared in front of me, but I could no longer communicate with him.

I've never experienced the death of a loved one, and if Skoyue's death was a nightmare, Krako's death really touched me. In the face of Krako's death, my first feeling was consternation, why did the person who had been talking and laughing not long ago suddenly become a silent corpse lying in front of me? I don't even know what kind of expression and thought I should make.

Should I blame myself? Should I be upset? The deep loss gathered in my heart, and I was saddened by it. And, it must be admitted, I single-handedly pushed Krako's death. I blame myself, I am annoyed, but who can I do this? The only thing I can do is take responsibility and take care of the follow-up.

"Uncle Virgina, have all the enemies been destroyed? Is there a live mouth? ”

"The offenders have been eliminated, and all the questions have been asked." Virgina Greymane's clothes were covered in blood and looked like she had experienced a very fierce battle. He briefly told me what had happened, in a cursing tone: "I really didn't expect that these damned robbers, despicable thieves, would have the audacity to attack us. ”

"Do they have any remnants of power?"

"No more. The information just obtained through torture shows that it is the limit for them to come up with so many legal identification documents to enter the city, and the power of the Silver Hand in the snowy city has also been completely exposed because of this raid, and we have just uprooted them. It was impossible for SilverHand to return to Snowman, and in the days to come, the Legion would search for traces of them throughout Skyrim until they were completely erased. ”

"When will the rest of the Brothers-in-Arms return?"

"At the pace of their mission, it won't be too long. And immediately after the incident, we sent out various ways to contact them. ”

After the deaths of Krako and Scorp, Virgina Greymane was the only elder in his brotherhood who was qualified to lead the group. Now that he has a detailed plan, I am relieved. But there was one more thing that kept me very concerned, and I carefully watched the impending reaction of Virgina's face and tentatively asked him a question.

"Where's Krako's clothes?"

Virgina did not answer. He glanced at Krako's body and sighed as he walked back to his room.

It looks like today is still going to be a sleepless night.

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"The song of return is eternal."

"Isgramer and his 500 heroes paved the way for humanity to establish a rightful dwelling in the sky, burning all enemies that stood in their way, and these legendary feats will inspire our nation through time."

"But they're just mortals after all. They go in different directions, bringing glory to every corner they reach, and finally returning to the Pure Land of Sleep to converge. ”

"Years after retaking the city of Sasseur, the crews who had followed the coastline all the way south decided to land. They set up camp and declared that they would still follow the teachings of Isgrammer, and that any elves who tried to approach would be torn to shreds in their rage. ”

"In the midst of the revelry celebrations, a panting young messenger arrived. The boy traveled through hardships and dangers to inform all who needed to know about it. He wept before delivering the message, for Isgramer had finished his last breath in the messenger's message. ”

The messenger did not linger long, he continued to run, and he was going to relay the bad news to his fellow citizens. The entire camp was plunged into deep grief. The strong and brave warriors who once swept every inch of the continent were devastated by such news. For the 500 heroic warriors, Isgramer held an extremely high place in their inner world, and this painful blow cannot be described in words. ”

"The bad news spreads like a dark cloud across the land of Tamriel, and the glory of the past fades with the loss of the leader. The Great Return period is over, but Isgramer will always be the forerunner of us all, and his glory will always guide us. ”

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I closed the last volume of the Song of Return and slowly stood up from my seat.

It's not just Krako who has died tonight, but the spirit of his comrades has also suffered an unprecedented blow.

After much questioning, Virgina finally spat out the words that were holding back in his heart - the secret of the wild blood hidden in Krako's body was discovered.

The old gray-maned old man devoted all his energy to the comrades-in-arms in the second half of his life, only to find that the comrades-in-arms had somehow deviated from the traditional beliefs of the Nords. I told Virgina about the origin of Wild Blood, but it only made him more frustrated, as the embarrassing fact turned out to be hundreds of years old.

Thankfully, I've found a way to rid my comrades of wild blood, which calmed Virgina a little, but the disappointment and frustration in his heart may never be erased.

The rest of the Brother-in-Arms sat lifelessly in the meadic hall, sobbing, silent, or drunk.

As the prophet of the Brothers-in-Arms, Krako has been giving advice to the members of the Brothers-in-Arms for many years, reconciling their conflicts, and helping them answer their doubts about the nature of glory, and has a high reputation among the members of the Brothers-in-Arms, even Ella, who has always disagreed with his ideas, has always respected him.

The secret of the Wild Blood was only seen by a very few people such as Virgina, but the death of the Prophet was a real blow to these members.

I don't know how to enlighten this group of members who seem to be slumped, and my own knots have not yet been untied. Let's wait for the others to come back, the only thing I can do now is help with Krako's funeral.

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The funeral was ready, and Krako's body was carried onto a huge pyre. Stacks of wood were stacked in the coal pits of the Sky Furnace, and everyone was hanging the spoils of war from the enemy, the blessings from the people, the weapons and armor of his life from the bottom to the top. The morning sun has not yet risen, and the fire has not been lit, because some people have not yet seen his last side, and the old man's wish has not been fulfilled.

Wilcas was the first of the Circle members to return. He crouched in front of the pyre, his hands trembling incessantly, and the dense bloodshot in his eyes showed that he was trying his best to suppress the violent fluctuations of his mind. After the end, he couldn't help but cry bitterly, and even the always calm Farkas shed tears. Their father had left more than twenty years ago, and it was Krako who had raised the brothers, and no one was more important to them than Crako.

Krako was just a kind elder in my heart who cared for me and told me about his views on life and glory. Although there have been some misunderstandings before, I still respect him now. I'm equally saddened by Krako's death, but I won't be as grief-stricken as the others are, because they truly see Krako as a family.

Ella stared blankly at Krako's body, two tear stains oozing from the corners of her eyes, which made me stop asking about the outcome of her trip. Immersed in an atmosphere of grief, I returned to the underground of Moon Vasca, and continued to sort out Krako's relics.

================== the author's words =================

On the 24th of Hearthfire, 4E, the protagonist returns to Snow Man to find Krako Whitemane dead in a retaliatory attack by the remnants of the Silver Hand. The Prophet of the Brothers-in-Arms cannot just leave in obscurity, and the protagonist will inevitably discover the message he inadvertently left behind, which is likely to be closely related to the Sleeping Pure Land that he has been longing for.