Maizinad was delighted, and years of preparation had finally come to fruition today.

Standing above the city of Marcus, the ragged king of Maizinad, who had been dressed in tatters and looked like a beggar, had now changed his appearance, and ten years of service in the mines had left an undulating furrow on his face, and he was about to enter old age, but his heart was not silent.

His eyes flashed with a fierce light, staring at the strange and familiar city in front of him, imprisoned in the darkness of the earth for ten years, and he never thought of returning to this place again.

"Take back our homeland!"

This was the territory that belonged to the Brightons, the city that should have belonged to him, and he was going to take it back from the damned Nords.

Because of his cooperation over the years, the Silverblood family thought that he had been smoothed out, but they didn't know that their actions had given him a chance.

Originally, Maizinad's plan was to escape from the city, and then slowly gather the oathbreakers scattered in the Richfield and gather strength to attack Marcas.

However, the Silverblood Family seems to have become more and more frequent because of the way they use the Oathbreakers to achieve their goals over the years, and they don't even realize that the city no longer knows how many Oathbreakers are hidden, and at the critical moment, the Oathbreakers outside the city can invade in a big way under the response of the city.

"Kill all these Nords!"

Maizenad raised his arms and shouted, and the oathbreakers gathered around him echoed loudly. They want revenge, and they want to make the Nords pay with blood.

Among the people he hated the most, Tonal of the Silver Blood Family had just turned into a pile of ashes in front of him, and after the resurrection of the dead had left this guy without even leaving a corpse, Maizenad felt a little regretful, he might have spared the other party's life, and let Tonal, who was accustomed to living a rich life, taste the days of chewing unpalatable food and ore in the mines.

As for Ufrik, who defeated him back then, he was far away on the other side of the sky, and when he recaptured Marcus City, he would definitely take revenge, and he already had such a power in his hands, those Thorn Hearts that had been transformed through the evil rituals of the Raven Ghost Woman and through magical power during his capture.

There were only a few such beings in the ranks of the oathbreakers who had invaded Marcas, and their tall stature and corpse-like skin stood out in the crowd, and the hole in their chest allowed people to directly see the thorny heart inside, and dark vines peeking out of the heart, like chains wrapped around the transformed oathbreakers.

Strength always comes at a price, although they still retain their sanity after replacing their hearts, their feelings are close to cold machines, and the heart that gives them strength is also the most fatal weakness, they can almost ignore any injuries on their bodies, but once the heart is damaged, they can say that they will immediately become a corpse.

However, Maizenad is not worried, the wealth and minerals of Marcus City will allow him to create armor to protect the hearts of these Thorn Hearts, and at that time, he will get more Thorn Hearts from the Raven Ghost Woman, and then let the Nords of the entire Skyrim know that they are powerful.

But for now, let the rest of the Silverblood Family pay the price first.

"Attack the fortress under the stone, and use the blood of the Nords to infect the lord's seat!"

Amid the shouts of Maizenad, the oathbreakers gathered near the mines beneath the city, and the oathbreakers who had almost penetrated the market area, half of the stream red, gathered towards the fortress.

However, the Oathbreakers, who had lived like savages outside for many years, behaved more towards bandits than soldiers, and the Marcus guards, who had built a defensive line based on the fortress, were slowly pulling the situation back with the support of reinforcements that continued to arrive, and the battle was not yet decided.

Songwa Silverblood was agitated, he had scoffed at his brother Tonal's concerns, and how ten years of imprisonment could grind the fangs and sharp teeth of the beast of Maizinard to shreds, as evidenced by the cooperation of the other party's knowledge.

By controlling Myzinad, the Silverblood had a large amount of free labor, and even in the name of capturing the Oathbreakers, they were able to throw some of the people who opposed the Silverblood into the mines.

However, the bloody reality directly slapped him, the oath breaker is not so easy to control, and his arrogant behavior caused him to lift a stone and smash it on his foot, and he is now very sure that many ordinary people who seem to be unlucky to be sent into the mine by them are also disguised by oathbreakers.

It was a pack of wolves, not dogs wagging their tails waiting for their owners to reward them with a bone, and if they were not careful, they would smack him down his fragile throat.

"Hold the fortress and don't let that mob come in!" Songwa commanded the guards who passed in front of him.

He then glanced inside the fortress, a plan that had been hoped to be the death of Lord Igmund by the Oathbreakers, but now seemed to have failed.

For the lord who said that he had made great contributions to the battle between the empire and the ancestral god in the Red Ring, Songwa had always felt that the other party was just putting gold on his face after participating in the war, but in fact he was just kneeling and licking the incompetents of the empire.

Especially now, he is commanding the soldiers to defend the fortress, and the lord is hiding in the depths of the fortress under the close protection of the guards and a female red guard guard, saying that he is brave and good at fighting, but he is just a timid old dog.

Once the swearath-breaker mob out there was out of the way, he wouldn't mind pushing this incompetent guy out of that position in the face of Imperial rage, and when the time came, Stormcloak would gladly accept the city as long as he asked for help from Ufrik.

After all, he couldn't afford to give up the city more than Igmund, which had the roots of the Silverblood family and the vast wealth that had been accumulated for a long time.

Songwal pulled a soldier who had retreated from the fortress door with an arm wound, "See Tonal!?" ”

The soldier, who still had an arrow stuck in his arm, shook his head, and cold sweat kept sliding down his forehead because of the pain, "No, my lord." ”

"Let's go get treated." Songwa let go of the other party and sighed, guessing in his heart that his brother was already more than lucky.

"The thugs we drove into the mountains have now broken into our city again, killing our countrymen, slaughtering our relatives," Songwa shouted to the soldiers, "We have spared them once, but they have not hid to thank us for their mercy, and this time we will exterminate them all in the city of Makas!" For the glory of Nord! ”

"For the glory of Nord!"

"If you don't win, go to Songard!"

The soldiers chanted slogans, swords and shields staggered, and there was a loud bang.

Songwa Silverblood looked at the excited soldiers, and his heart calmed down a little, and he once again turned his gaze to the inside of the fortress, thinking of a more suitable approach.

It might be a good excuse for the lords of Marcus to die in the rebellion of the Oathbreakers.