"Igmund, it's time for us to act."

In the side hall of the lord's hall, Larrick reminded his nephew, "While I'd love to see the Silverblood family hit hard by the Oathbreakers, the city can't be ceded to the barbarians. ”

"Don't worry, uncle, let them fight for a while," the lord of Marcus City sat sideways in his chair, his right hand propped up his chin, and he looked unfazed, "Farin, have you informed those elves?" ”

The female Red Guard guard on the side heard the lord's question and nodded, "Yes, I have already informed Mr. Ondolema, and he will bring someone over soon." ”

"It's not a good idea to work with them, Igmund." The wrinkled Larrick frowned slightly, and to be honest, it was a very unpleasant thing to see those tall elves walking around the fortress on their toes every day.

As the lord of the lords, the most common complaint Larick received in the city was that the high elves broke into shops and homes at will, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets to find out Taros.

But at most, he could only protest to Ondolema in the name of the lord, so that the other party could restrain himself, but fortunately, the other party was not so difficult to speak, and it had some effect.

This is a very helpless thing, as long as the platinum agreement has not been torn apart, in the Nord territory to which the empire belongs, the high elves have the right to investigate and deal with the Talos faith.

In the past, a huge war between these elves from the Isle of Summer Twilight and the Empire was fought in what was called the World War, in which the Empire was defeated one after another, and even the imperial capital was once broken by the elven army, until the Battle of the Red Ring led by Mader II barely expelled the elves from the territory of Cellodiel, but the price was so heavy that it had to sign an unequal treaty such as the Platinum Agreement.

Before the war between the empire and the ancestral gods, the Nord people admired the god of war Talos, but after the defeat of the empire, Talos, who was artificially elected to the position of the Holy Spirit, was completely unqualified to be called a god in the eyes of the high elves and should be replaced.

In addition to the Talos faith, what happened in Marcus City twenty years ago was the trigger for Uffric's rebellion, the aborigines of Rich's leadership took advantage of the emptiness of Marcus City's defense to take the city, and the empire was unable to intervene due to the defeat, so they compromised with the Nords in Skyrim and let them continue to retain the Talos faith in exchange for Ufrik leading the Nord army to retake Marcas City, and he did it.

However, Ulfrik's behavior is a bit extreme, he carried out a massacre against the natives of Rich, such an act even if the Empire could not stand it, and tore up the agreement with Uffric, and the High Elves also seized this opportunity to send a large number of search parties into the sky, but there is a theory that there was a shadow of Somer behind this matter, and Uffric was purely trapped.

"Well, there's no way around it, after all, Songwana guy controls most of the wealth and army in Makas City, so it's always good to have more insurance." Rubbing his brows, Igmund, who had experienced the Battle of the Red Ring, had no good feelings for the High Elves, but when it came to his own territory, he was not as incompetent as Songwa Silverblood thought.

"Singr Inva? What do you want to do!? Fallin drew the sword at her waist and watched warily at a muscular Nord warrior who suddenly appeared at the entrance to the side hall and a small group of guards behind him.

"On the orders of Lord Songwa, come and protect the lord," Inva moved his wrist and took off the hammer of both hands on his back, his eyes revealing killing intent, this warrior hired by the Silverblood family has always done the job of killing for the Silverblood.

"Get out! You'd better get out of here right away. Glaring at the comer, Fallin would never believe the other party's words, and it was her duty to protect the lord.

"You don't count." Yingwa smiled disdainfully, "Do it!" ”

I saw that the soldiers behind him didn't care at all that they were going to attack the lord of Marcus City, and without hesitation, they drew their swords and rushed forward, they were loyal to the Silverblood Family.

The two hounds howled, and the sound of the outside world fighting had already made them a little manic, but at this time they were released from their restraints, stared at their red eyes, and pounced on them with their big mouths full of saliva. Eva dodged one of the hounds in disdain, smashing the other's head with a hammer, his gaze locked on Igmund.

Without the slightest worry or fear, Inva read it from the lord's eyes.

Then the side door of the side hall suddenly opened, and a large group of soldiers rushed out, and in a moment they surrounded his men.

"Looks like something just happened." A man in a black robe with some sallow skin walked in and looked at the corpse in the side hall and said.

"It's just some mice," Igmund smiled, glancing at the black-armored soldiers behind him, a group of elves with slender ears sticking out of the gap behind their helmets, "Thank you for your help, Mr. Ondolma." ”

"It's nothing, it's just cooperation."

Outside the fortress, the frenzied shouts of the Oathbreakers and the battle cries of the guards of Marcus intertwined, leaving behind a large number of corpses from the fighting.

Although the Oathbreakers were familiar with the city's structure, the guards tried to break through many of them by erecting barriers in the difficult terrain.

Zhang Lin noticed that Ciel and Serana had gone into a small alley and hadn't come out for a while, grabbing Keshia, who was eager to participate in the battle at the gate of the fortress, whether it was the Oathbreaker or the Silver Blood Family, it didn't make people feel good, Zhang Lin felt that there was no need to get involved in this kind of thing, it had nothing to do with them.

The road from the Treasure House to the City Gate was littered with traces of battle between the two sides, the blood-stained stone steps became sticky and slippery, and there were corpses along the way, many of them of the oathbreakers, the guards, and the unfortunate citizens, all of which were fragmented and difficult to distinguish.

A few dusty men dressed like white sacks were walking back and forth among the corpses, and the apostons gathered towards the fortress to embolden them, and they stripped off all the valuable objects from the corpses, and chopped off their fingers with daggers when they encountered rings that were too tightly fastened. Covered in blood, they looked like ghouls crawling out of a tomb.

Noticing the two people passing by, these guys only glanced up, as if they were worried about being robbed and moved a little faster.

Someone else tried to pry open the door of the house next to the street, but was stabbed to death by the head of the household, who had been prepared inside, with a sword.

This purgatory-like scene made both Zhang Lin and Kexia frown, and even if peace was restored to the city, people would not want to come back again.

Especially in a city like this, there is a temple of Di Bella, which represents beauty and art, which is almost ironic.

When the two of them came to the alley near the city gate, they saw it

A hound with a broken leg crawled out of the house whimpering.