The tombs of Isgrammer on the northern coast were my final destination. Along the way, I saw some new things and encountered a lot of trouble.

As I pass through the unknown wilderness, the sound of horses' hooves summons strong, ugly trolls out of their lairs. The trolls would run tirelessly, greedily chasing after me, in the hope of eating an extremely hearty meal.

When I set foot on the endless ice and snow, the arrival of strangers will alarm the ghosts that wander in the cold wind. The Frost Wraith's body was made of pale, illusory ice crystals, making it difficult to distinguish it from the vast expanse of white snow.

As I cross the rugged Majestic Pass, the robbers who are entrenched here will also be relieved from the boredom of everyday life. They seized all sorts of weapons, hoping to find amusement from a traveler by killing them for money.

The battle axe in my hand gave me the courage to choose to face all the enemies that stood in my way. The experience of being transformed by the blood of the wild has given me enough physical strength to rely on, and I am convinced that fighting can bring me the results I want.

Trolls are too bulky in my eyes. The crotched steed leaps into the air, and the trailing rider behind it can only climb the high hurdle that blocks its progress from the beginning. With the monster on the ground with its hands on the ground to support its body, I turned around and struck it with an axe.

Under my detection magic, the Frost Wraith was completely unprotected by the environment, and it flew around me like a blood-red snake. After fending off a few ice spikes with magic effects with the axe side, I threw the witch and slice its elongated body in two.

When I removed the axe from my back, the robbers realized that the rider in front of me was not an unnamed victim who could easily deal with it, but that the precious horses and weapons forced them to take the risk. But robbers are only robbers after all, and my strength is unstoppable with the blessing of weapons and horses, destroying the robbers' rudimentary weapons and fragile bodies.

In this way, after a long journey, I walked on the road between Windhelmet City and Morning Star City.

According to Lydia, each of the three powerful territories in Skyrim Province has its own road conditions. Unlike the orderly road to the snowman, soldiers often set up their own cards to collect tolls on the roads within the Empire's power, and Stormcape was negligent in managing the roads, resulting in a variety of risks on the roads.

I haven't been there on the Imperial side yet, but the terrible experience within the reach of the Storm Cloak has confirmed Ladia's claim that I've struck down a number of malevolent bandits and foraging beasts along the way.

Now, right in front of me, an orc in blue-gray skin in studded leather armor is walking opposite me. I instinctively felt the strong fighting intent emanating from the other party, he didn't look like a friendly target, and the ...... in his hands The prey also speaks volumes. He held the neck of a saber-toothed tiger in his left and right hands, and with the powerful steps of the orc, the body of the saber-toothed tiger also dragged on the ground and walked together.

I just watched him walk up to me step by step. Instead of making a hostile gesture, he put down the saber-toothed tiger carcass in his hand and sat on the ground, tore a large piece of raw meat and ate it, and by the way, he communicated with me in a less fluent human language: "Do you want to have a little?" ”

I politely rejected Ru Mao's life of drinking blood, but on the other hand I was very curious about him. In this traditional Nord settlement, what does a middle-aged orc want to do with two prey in tow on the Nord territory?

I told the orcs my doubts. The orc took the last bite of the slump, wiped his mouth clean and replied, "I am waiting for the best way to die, and I think you can fulfill my wish." ”

The orc's answer was incomprehensible to me, perhaps because he wasn't proficient enough in human language to make me ambiguous?

"You heard me right, I'm waiting for death."

After questioning again, I confirmed that I had heard correctly, that the orcs in front of me were indeed begging for death, but this confused me even more.

"For what? You still look fit, and I think you have more time to do something meaningful. ”

"I was once very strong, I was proficient in hand-to-hand combat and all kinds of equipment, I could defeat any enemy and challenger, I could bring an entire tribe to a kneel with my strength, I could do what no one else could......"

Recalling the glory of the past, the orc's eyes exploded with a gleam. But as he narrates, he is no longer impassioned, but becomes as calm as his age.

"I'm getting older and my strength is declining. This left me feeling lost and worried until Maraces inspired me in a dream. ”

"What inspires?"

"Old age does not belong to warriors, only perfect combat can bring perfect death. So I'm here in search of someone who can give me a glorious death. Now, I've finally found it, and that person is you. ”

"May I give you a glorious death?"

I understand what the faith of the warriors in this world should look like. To be able to give him a glorious death, uttered from his mouth is undoubtedly a great compliment to me, far more than any flowery rhetoric. Looking at the fanatical martyrs in front of me, a strong fighting spirit also rose from my heart. I replied by removing the witch from my back, and the man raised the battle-scarred one-handed axe at his waist.

The orcs struck.

He held the axe in his left hand to his chest, both as a defense and as a stab when approaching me. The sharp axe in his right hand was raised high, ready for a powerful slash. In the face of the orc's relentless charge, I stopped the witch at my side and swung it out with all my might as the orc was about to enter my range.

"Qiang !!"

The force of the two axes striking me made my arms tingle. Unlike the bandit minions I've encountered before, my opponent is an orc who can truly be called a warrior, and his physical strength is strong enough to rival anyone in his brotherhood. But after the baptism of wild blood, my physical fitness has also reached a very considerable height, at least it is difficult for the orcs in front of me to easily take advantage of me.

In fact, it was the orcs who suffered in this confrontation. The wielded Witch Slade poured out all the strength of my body, and this power was completely borne by his axe-holding left arm. I could see that he was more reluctant than I was, so much so that he reversed the position of his hands on the second charge.

Or is it the same way to attack? Seeing the orcs regrouping and charging at me again, I sneered and held the witch in front of me ready to respond, I don't believe that a warrior who claims to be proficient in all kinds of fighting styles would be so flexible as to take the same loss again.

"Boom!"

Sure enough, the force coming from the orcs was much less. Unlike the head-to-head hard smash of the last encounter, the opponent's purpose was only to parry my attack, and judging by the trend of his body movements, the next step he will free up another one-handed axe to slash my neck sideways from above.

It's a pity that the other party's intentions can't be realized, and I have already prepared a countermeasure. With the help of the opponent's parry, I unloaded the force exerted on the weapon, flipped the handle of the Wuslade's axe and moved it, slipped the one-handed axe that the opponent used to block through the hollow of my axe, and then swung the weapon again.

The orc was about to gather his strength to activate the hidden killing move, only to find that the other hand he was using to parry suddenly took on the opposite force. Caught off guard, the axe in his right hand was pulled off by a huge pull, and his body lost his balance as a result, not to mention the other follow-up attacks he had planned.

I swung the great axe in a full circle. The moment I turned around, the other person was holding the axe in his left hand against the ground to support his fallen body. Seeing this, I deflected the witch to the top of my head and slashed it again.

"Qiang !!"

The one-handed axe snapped in two. The victory and defeat have been decided, and the opponent is in a situation of bare hands, closing his eyes and waiting for a glorious death. But Wu Slade didn't cut at him, I only had the intent to fight, not the intent to kill.

The defeated orc calmly and contentedly told me, "You should kill me." ”

"I'm not going to do that. You may think that dying in battle is glory, but in my eyes it is not really glory. ”

"True glory?" The orc was initially dismissive when he heard my words, but he realized that there was a strong man in front of him who could defeat him, and he felt that it was necessary to ask me for advice, "What's that?" ”

"If you die here, you will indeed be glorified, but you will also leave forever in obscurity, leaving nothing behind in this world. You should return to your tribe and spread your understanding of glory so that every descendant can inherit your faith and not go down the wrong path. Martyr or pioneer, what would you choose? ”

……

I am satisfied with the victory over a strong opponent, and I will not regret any regrets after dissuading them. I laughed at the thought of the discussion I had just had with the orcs about the nature of glory. Although I don't really agree with the orc and the idea he represents, why not make a little bit of a change to save a life?

I'm rational, I'm not a good warrior by nature, and if I were in an orc position, I'd probably make the choice to live for the rest of my life. However, I also respect and yearn for the feeling of fighting to the death from the bottom of my heart, which is a romance that only men understand.

The orc left with a realization, and he would return to his home on the border between High Rock and Skyrim. I also re-embarked on my journey to the tombs of Isgrammer, and my encounter with the orcs made me realize that it was just beginning.