The Windhelm City in Skyrim Province was the first city established by humans on the continent of Tamriel, and this ancient city has been standing tall under thousands of years of wind and rain.

However, standing still doesn't mean the city hasn't had a change of owner, as the birthplace of a strong contender for the Supreme King of the Skyrim Province election tournament, basically every election tournament will be followed by a leader reset after the event...... If the lord of Stormhelm doesn't win.

This time, it is estimated that there will be another change.

When the news of the reappearance of the Mediation Wings in Snowman City reached Stormhelm City, the morale of the Storm Cloak fell by more than a dozen layers.

As the leader of the Storm Cloak, Ulfric did not come forward to appease his subordinates, but locked himself in the palace of kings for nearly a month.

The boss's inaction made the morale of the boss, which had already fallen below the bottom line, move unstoppably in a lower direction...... But even when morale was about to go down, none of the Stormcloak soldiers chose to be deserters or traitors.

On the contrary, the soldiers in Dugu City who chose to be loyal to the empire could have fewer people every day.

General Tulius rebuked Governor Regie for the Nords almost every day for this, but to no avail.

The news of the reappearance of the Wings of Mediation brought turmoil to Skyrim Province for a month, and it was not until the Lord of Snowman, Barguf, led an army of no more than five hundred men to the city of Stormhelm, that everyone's eyes were once again focused on it.

Those who have a heart have already discovered that the white horse banner of Xueman City, which was brought by this army, has an extra layer of dashed Phnom Penh.

The complete Phnom Penh represents the High King of the Skyrim Province, and the dotted Phnom Penh is clearly Barguf's announcement to all Nordre, and the Wings of Conciliation has chosen him as the High King.

At first, everyone thought that even if there was an option for the Wings of Mediation, Barguf, who only had 500 people, was a bit too much...... Although Skyrim Province has a very cold climate and a sparse population, an army of five hundred people can only be considered a medium-sized army.

It's okay to fight a local battle, but it's not enough to attack a place like Windhelm City.

However, when this force really entered everyone's field of vision, everyone found that there was no big ingredient at all, and the configuration of the legendary artifact of all the staff, what was Balguv going to do? Does the car flatten the whole of Tamriel?

I don't know if it's because of the artifact equipment of all the people, but when the army of five hundred people was approaching Stormhelm City, the stormcloaks defending Stormhelm City felt as if they were surrounded by thousands of troops.

Ulfric, who had been in the palace of kings for a month, came to the city wall with a gloomy expression, glanced at the soldiers of Xueman City who were not in a hurry to attack, and returned to the palace of kings without saying a word, as if he planned to concentrate on the great profession of otaku to the end.

When Ulfric came to the city wall, Barguff, who noticed the appearance of Ulfric's old friend, rode his horse to the bridge in front of the Windhelm Gate, and greeted Ulfrik.

Barguv didn't say much, but sighed slightly, and when he returned to the camp, his deputy, Ireles, asked:

"When are you going to attack, my lord."

Barguf shook his head and said with a dissatisfied expression: "This is not the Oufrik I know, give him a few more days to sober up." ”

"But, sir." As a dark elf, Ireles didn't quite understand what Barguf was sighing, according to the current appearance of the other party's morale and the leader had no intention of fighting, wouldn't it be just right to fight? Maybe the other side will surrender as soon as they attack, so that a lot of losses can be avoided.

"You don't understand, Irelis, many years ago, I knew very well that one day I would be on par with Ulfric, maybe at the wine table, maybe on the sickbed, maybe on the battlefield." "But it shouldn't be the way it is," Barguf said. ”

“…… Yes, sir. Ireles didn't continue to complain about the traditions of the Nords, and silently complained in his heart, what the hell is on the sickbed? Died earlier or later than whom?

So the 500 soldiers who received Barguf's order were stationed outside the city of Windhelm City, and there was no leisure, and they directly built houses outside Windhelm City with local materials.

As the night passed, the storm cloaks, who had been noisy all night by the clanging of civil engineering, saw a miniature version of the Longxiao Palace standing directly in front of the Wind Helmet City Bridge.

The morale of the Storm Cloaks, which had fallen to freezing point, dropped a notch again.

As Ulfrik's assistant, Galma Stonefist, who had fought with Ulfrik in the north and south, couldn't help but say to Uffric, who was slumped on the throne:

"If you want to continue to sit here, then you can continue to sit and I will be waiting for you in Songad."

After saying that, this soldier, whose status in Windhelm City was almost equivalent to that of Ireles in Snowman City, turned around and wanted to leave the Palace of Kings.

Hearing his old friend's words, Ulfrik just raised his head to look at the other party's back, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just sighed heavily.

Before Garma could leave the palace of kings and lead the Cloak of Storm, who was still willing to raise his weapon, to fight Barguf's men in a final battle, the herald rushed into the palace of kings and cried out in a terrified voice: "It's a dragon! It's a dragon! ”

The herald's words seemed to inject a shot of strength into Ufrik, who had been silent for more than a month, and before Galma grabbed the herald and was about to question him, Oufric spoke:

"What dragon? Is it the dragon of mediation? ”

"No, no, it's the Jagged Scales, it's the men of Alduin, the Dragon of Destruction!" The herald shouted.

Because of the Wings of Conciliation and the War for the Eater of Worlds, the Nords whose history has been modified no longer know Alduin as well as they do in the game.

In this reality, every Nord knows exactly who the Mediator Wings and the Worldeater are, and they all know how to tell the difference between the Mediator Wing's minions and the World's Eater's minions.

Hearing that it was the Dragon of Destruction's subordinate appeared, Ufric immediately stood up from his throne.

"What are you going to do? Ulfrick! Garma, who had misunderstood something, said loudly.

"You don't think I'm going to help the dragons of destruction, do you?" Ufrik walked over to Galma and patted him on the shoulder.

Garma breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Ufrik say this, and then followed up and asked, "And what are you going to do?" Armistice? ”

"Truce? This is Windhelm City, not Holy Land Town. "We don't need help to banish these dragons!" ”

In the eyes of the current Nords, it is a duty and an obligation to fight against the Dragon of Destruction, and Uffric's entire answer is normal.

Glama, who seemed to be pleased with Ufrik's reaction, immediately raised her hand and hammered her chest and said, "I knew you wouldn't let us down, leader!" ”