"Roaring !!!!!"

I tried to restrain myself and allow myself to act on the ideas in my head, but six cans of oil was already my limit.

The battle in the passage was fierce, with terrifying roars and terrible screams coming from outside the door—a sign that Farkas was still holding on.

"Roaring !!!!!"

There was another long howl, and the iron fence in front of me was shaking slightly, and I was in the same mood. I don't know what the situation is outside the road. I put my eyes in front of the holes between the bars and looked out.

This gave me a shocking scene.

A long-haired black humanoid monster with a burly body, fangs and claws, and thick knee joints that bend in reverse, making people feel intimidated by the face of a beast...... That's a werewolf!

The surrounding swords kept slashing at the werewolf, but to little effect. Only some of their silver weapons can inflict some wounds, but they won't have a chance to wield a second sword.

Because they are confronted with a tireless killing machine. Limbs are constantly being ripped from their original owners, and their seemingly strong chests cannot escape the end of being pierced. Fakas is far beyond my imagination and beyond the expectations of my opponents. Like the harvest of death, the situation outside the door was like a devastating one, and soon the dust settled.

The werewolf returned to the edge of the iron fence and shoved his clawed fingers into the gap between the bars, clenching and tugging. The iron bars then deformed, broke, and were thrown aside.

The iron fence was violently twisted and destroyed, and I looked up at the werewolf stepping towards me, and I involuntarily took a few steps back and licked my lips, which had been dry from the long period of tension.

A black mist dissipated from the werewolf, and Farcas, covered in blood, appeared and sat naked on the ground.

The longing for that night...... It turned out to be the force of this wildness. That's what Skoyue said would keep me for? This primitive and wild force made my heart palpitate and my heart flutter, and the Flame Breath Dragon Roar I had just learned suddenly seemed to have a weak sense of existence.

"Hope it didn't scare you."

Pharkas soothed me as he stripped his clothes from his enemies and put them on. His original clothes and even steel armor have become pieces of the ground because of his transformation into a werewolf.

"Just now, what was that?"

"Helsin's blessing. We can have a force that is wilder than a beast, and it is terrifying. ”

Blessing...... It looks scary, but it's a blessing. In this world full of dangers, a powerful force can always be rushed, let alone a weak outsider to me. As for Helsing, it may be a Didra Lord, like the Lady Mephalah who gave me the Ebony Blade.

But unlike Lady Mepharah's ebony blade, Helsin's strength can be used on frontal combat, which happens to be what I lack. If you want to know the Dao, it is enough to shake the dragon head-on, and the incident in the western guard tower has fully illustrated this point.

"Are all the people in the Brothers-in-Arms like this?"

"Only the members of the ring are."

The members of the Ring, the brothers Farkas and Wilcas, Ella the Huntress, Scoryue the One-Eyed Swordsman, and Krako Whitemane, the current prophet of the Brothers-in-Arms, are five in all.

With such a strong lineup, it is no wonder that the reputation of the Brothers-in-Arms can last for thousands of years. By the way, I remember that when Isgramer created the group of comrades, it didn't seem to have anything to do with the strength of the werewolves, and it really didn't make sense for Ginareth's people, Mingzhu, to secretly believe in a demon god......

"With the help of the power of the Demon God, will it be a little ...... Deviated from the purpose of the comrade-in-arms? ”

A strange question popped out of my mouth, but as soon as I said it, I immediately regretted it, not to mention that I didn't know what they thought and reasoned about, and even I myself was a demon god's chosen person, so how could I be qualified to speak of them.

“…… The hunter's goal is the prey, not the horizon. ”

It seemed that Farkas felt that my question sounded a little prickly, and was silent for a few moments before giving me a cold answer with his head down.

"I'm sorry, I'm not accusing anything, and...... Personally, I don't reject this kind of strength, and I even have some envy. ”

"That's what I think at your age."

Farkas got dressed and stood up, and motioned for me to go out and wait for him outside.

……

It was an hour before Farkas came out of the tomb. After some tidying up, Farkas covered up all the blood on his limbs, and only a few scars on his arms could tell that he had just experienced a bloody battle.

"What is the origin of the group of people who died?"

"Silver Hand."

"I saw them with silver-plated swords. What do they do? How did we meet them in such a wilderness place? ”

"To me, they're an organization that specializes in hunting werewolves. As for what they found out about us...... Probably because the horses we were tethered to the outside were exposed. ”

Farkas walked over to the place where the silver hands were placed and set their tails on fire in turn. The horses cried and fled into the distance under the smoke and fire, and gradually disappeared.

"It looks like we're the bad guys."

"Don't think that every organization that hunts werewolves will be very decent. They are made up of robbers, thieves, smugglers, and not Stendhals. They hunt werewolves only because their skins are very valuable, but in fact they do all kinds of evil, and their blood debts are no less than ours. ”

It seems to be the rhythm of black eating black, and I don't believe that monster-like werewolves have a good reputation in the eyes of the public. Sure enough, Farkas immediately spoke to me.

"Remember, don't tell anyone about werewolves when you get back."

I nodded. I naturally know this kind of common sense, and even if I have enough psychological endurance, I will be frightened at first, let alone those civilians who have not seen much of the world. But now I thought of the other side, and I carefully told Farkas what I thought.

"What are you going to do with me? I know your secret, and it doesn't seem like it can be made public. ”

"Don't be fooled, Krako will give you an explanation." Farkas flipped over and didn't say much.

Not...... Then I can rest assured that things will definitely go in a good direction.

"What do you think of me this time?"

"I still haven't figured out what you did to the Ghoul Lord. Although I don't have a very good brain, I can see all the movements of your sword. Maybe you're a strong man who hides a lot of money, and the ghoul lord is too scared to move when he sees you. ”

"Then you are a stronger powerhouse, and I felt this way when I saw your werewolf appearance just now."

I whipped my horse on the stock and followed closely behind Farkass.

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Farkas was in Krako's room to report on the trial, as several other members of the Ring were in attendance due to the special circumstances that had occurred in the middle of the process.

What will they do with me? Now that I've safely returned to Yuehuaska, they're certainly not going to kill me. Let me sign the hush agreement? This is also unlikely, and their style of conduct has absolutely no overlap with that of businessmen or politicians.

Then there is only one possibility left - invite me to be one of them.

Werewolf, kind of interesting. Somewhat excited, I began to pace up and down the hallway outside the door until the maid who was cleaning next to me expressed her displeasure.

……

"Finally, the elves paid the price for what they had done, and those who survived were driven back to their city in the mountains. The survivors of the 500 heroes rejoiced in the difficult victory and mourned in silence for their fallen compatriots. ”

As the voices faded until everything fell silent again, everyone looked at Isgrammer, waiting for his next order. Isgramer's chest heaved violently, as if to vent his anger. He ordered everyone to move on, and let the cunning and despicable elves suffer their own bitter fruits. ”

"'Keep going!' He roared, 'Into the heart of this territory. Blast those evil filthy creatures out of their lazy lairs! Forcing them to be slaves and hard laborers is the only way they can understand what a crime betrayal is. Don't be soft-hearted, don't be merciful! Because they didn't give us that! ’”

"A grand dinner was held on the battlefield, and the warriors who survived among the five hundred heroes renewed their vows, and their fate determined that they would embark on the journey again!"

"When the first rays of dawn appeared in the east, the five hundred warriors of Isgramer were ready to set out, and in front of them were the desert Gobi, the lofty mountains with flying leaves, and the cold snowfields with bitter winds. Hoping for a place to live, the team led by River's Ik carried Tsukiwaska on their shoulders and headed in the direction they had chosen. ”

"The elves they met along the way were all killed or captured by them, and no one knew what was going on in the battle. Moon Wasca never lost their men, because they were so proficient in combat and had a mind as sharp as their sword. ”

Finally, at sunset, the scout saw a magnificent monument to the sacred bird in the vast fertile field, and the bird's eyes and hooked beak seemed to be burning with flames. He called out to his comrades to watch the glorious picture, but they felt strange - not a single elven village could be seen on the horizon. ”

"It's not normal. Isn't this vast land fertile and productive? Why are these vile and shameless elves not frantically exploited and used? They turned their heads, hoping that the elven captives would explain the strange situation. ”

The elven captives looked at the giant idol with fear in their eyes, and from their gibberish, the warriors of the Moon Vasca understood one thing: the idol was older than the elves. No one knows where the statue came from, but it does know that it carries an ancient will that is almost as old as Nairn himself. This is the refuge provided by the gods to mortal beings on the eve of the collapse of Locke Khan. ”

"The warriors and their followers will dismantle the ships they have sent to the New World and build new dwellings, and this plain will become their domain until they die. In this way, the construction of the great city began, and the 22 glorious members of the 500 heroes, who were greatly valued by Isgrammer, diverted the nearby White River, so that the whole city was surrounded by the river. ”

……

"What is Rock Khan?" Feeling the familiar aura behind me, I put down the seventh volume of "Song of Return" in my hand and asked the comer.

"Sounds like a personal name, but I don't recognize it."

Scott invited me to his room to talk, and I didn't refuse. After what happened to Fakas, I became much less wary of him.

Several members of the Circle have their own separate dormitories, and Kraco has an extra study than them. I wonder if Krako, who is dying of old age, will still be able to be heroic after becoming a werewolf? Well, at least I'm sure he hasn't been a werewolf in a long time, and he's just watching the dragon's siege last time.

Scoryue's room is filled with bone and fur objects and decorations, making it rugged and wild. On his desk was a conspicuous animal skin drum, probably his leisure time. I looked at the owner of the bone, who was over fifty years old, with gray hair, a bald front of his head, and two short coats of brown paint on the left and right cheekbones. The most conspicuous thing is that his left eye has no eyeballs, and it is a miserable white, probably the result of a terrible battle. In contrast, his right eye exudes full sharpness and fanaticism, which is enough to show the demeanor of his youth.

Skoryue noticed that my gaze was staring into his eyes and began to introduce herself to me.

……

"Although I learned good swordsmanship, I almost died outside the imperial capital - this is how I was blind in my left eye. When it was all over, I returned home to Skyrim, but I found myself no longer fit for life outside of combat. ”

"So you joined the Brothers-in-Arms?"

"No, it was the comrades-in-arms who invited me. That's when I met Krako, who was in the middle of a bitter battle, and more than forty orc berserkers were besieging him. I helped him, and I saw something secret, just like when you were with Farkas not long ago. ”

What does the month of Sko mean...... Presumably to say that I will join the Brothers-in-Arms for the same reason and in the same way? Did Nasko join the Brothers-in-Arms to keep it a secret for Krako, or did she voluntarily do it to gain this power?

Based on the few contacts I've had with him these days, I'm more inclined to the latter. Scott confirmed my suspicions.

"I've been lost for years, but luckily I've found what I've been looking for here, and you're even luckier. Soon you will have the same idea as me, and you are made for it. ”

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

On the 8th of Hearthfire, 4E, 201, by chance, the protagonist discovers the secrets of his comrades, but there are more secrets waiting for him in the future.

Another: At present, I am still ready to sign a contract with the starting point, because only when I sign a contract will I be on the recommended list. As for whether it will be on the shelves, I asked the editor, and the editor said that he had to read the results of the book. The Elder Scrolls is already niche enough, and with the author's insistence on writing more niche first-person, the results are conceivable.

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