At the foot of Hogarth Peak, the townspeople of Yew Town were so frightened by the sudden arrival of the Imperial Army and the Storm Cloak that they almost thought that war was going to ignite in their town, and in the tense atmosphere, the commanders of both sides restrained their soldiers.

The townspeople knew that the leaders of the two sides were having a meeting in the monastery on the mountain, and while they were busy, they cast curious eyes on the half-submerged peak.

"You're late, Ulfrick." Tulius sat at the conference table, watching the Ulfric Stormcloak stride into the hall.

Ulfric didn't answer, just snorted, his gaze swept across the hall, and when his gaze met the lead Graybeard Master Ayngail, he bowed his head, but the other party didn't respond, and he didn't care.

"I thought I was coming fast enough." It wasn't until Ulfric sat down across from Tulius that he spoke.

"Why are we wasting our time in such a meeting, this mountain is literally freezing people to death." Ulfric's right-hand man, Garma Stonefist, rubbed his arms together and complained, "I'd rather have a ...... with these things that grovel to the elves."

Galma's foul words provoked Graybeard's unapproving cough.

"Watch your words, this is not the place for you to mess around!" Ufric whispered, "Sit down!" ”

Galma was about to say something more, but at the look of Uffric, she held back and sat down with her shoulders folded.

"I never thought we'd have the chance to sit at the same table," Ulfrik turned his gaze back to Turius, "I remember the last time we met, you were about to cut off my head, and with the hatred between you and me, I don't think it seems necessary to listen to what you have to say......" As he spoke, he looked at Regie beside Tulius again, "Come to me, come to me, if you remember me as a friend, you should do your part for us Nords." ”

"You keep saying it is for the people, but you're just dragging Skyrim into a senseless war." After saying that, Ricky turned her head directly and stopped looking at Ufrik.

"You still can't understand ......"

"I'm not here to discuss this with you," Tulius interrupted Uffric. "We are here with sincerity, hoping to reach a consensus with you, this is for the people of Skyrim Province."

"You also talk to me about the people? If the empire really thinks about the people of Skyrim, then the right thing to do is to withdraw from here. "Uhfrik clearly wasn't buying it.

"Tell this murderer what to do so much, just tell him what we are for." Aliciphus interjected suddenly.

"It's a fair duel in the Nord tradition, and he's willing to gamble and lose, even if Toig is here, he has nothing to say!"

"But he's dead!"

The reason why Elesivus was brought with her was because she was the lord of Hafengar, who was equal to the status of the eastern lord of Ulfrick, and the identity of the imperial general was only an outsider in Skyrim, but now Tullius felt that his decision was a mistake.

"How long are they going to be arguing?" Kexia turned her head to look at Zhang Lin and asked, "I want to leave." ”

"It's just a small scene, have you ever seen hundreds of people arguing and even fighting in a meeting, it's still a group of politicians." Zhang Lin glanced at the two sides of the quarrel and took off the earbuds stuffed in his ears.

"It's scary to think about," Kexia leaned back in the seat, then looked at the thing in Zhang Lin's hand, and her eyes widened, "You still have this thing?" Do you know what you use? ”

"......" Zhang Lin stuffed the earbuds for Tekhya without saying a word, in exchange for a satisfied smile from the other party, and he took out another one himself.

Standing on the side of the hall, Eingael originally wanted the Dragonborn to say something, but after seeing this scene, he gave up, so he took the initiative to interrupt the argument between the two parties, "Everyone, please listen to me! ”

Eingail's words directly used the way of roaring, and the noisy hall suddenly fell silent, and when the people on both sides of the conference table gathered their eyes, he nodded with satisfaction, "First of all, Graybeard never interferes in any political struggle in the world, and this meeting is a request from General Tulius to Ismir, so we have summoned you here. ”

Hearing Eingail's special name for the Dragonborn, Ufric couldn't help but move his gaze to Keshia, who could only whisper to Zhang Lin because he had earplugs, "To be honest, the Dragonborn are not what I imagined, and my subordinates reported back a few days ago that the Dragonborn have other people. ”

"That's another matter about the two Dragonborn, but it's the one in front of you who has solved Alduin, not anyone else." Eingail coughed twice, motioning for Ufrik not to dwell on the matter.

Seeing that Ufric said no more, Eingale continued, "The purpose of this meeting is to deal with the recently resurrected Portmar Saiputin, and the Empire hopes that the Storm Cloak can help deal with the Queen of Wolfheart, and the Empire is willing to exchange Marcus City as a price. After speaking, Eingael shifted his gaze to Tulius, "General, is that so?" ”

Tulius nodded, "Ulfric, what about your decision?" ”

"An undead who has been dead for an unknown number of years is too much for you to deal with, or you can simply surrender to us, the Storm Cloak is not as weak as the Imperial army."

"Well, if you defeat Potmar, the Imperial Army will withdraw from Skyrim." Tulius said in a deep voice.

"General!?" Both Regie and Alicifer were shocked by Turius's words.

"Hmph-" Ulfric was not so provoked by Tulius and was ready to take his own people to fight against the army of the undead of Potmar, "Then let me change the question, I heard that there are not one in ten inhabitants of Marcus City, what is the difference between you giving me such a city and throwing a mess out?" ”

"You can move from other places when people are gone, and the importance of Marcus City is the mines there, I don't think you don't know it." Tulius and Ulfric looked at each other, then said word for word, "What do you think?" ”

"Okay, I agree! Marcus City, and the Stormcloak will assist you in dealing with Potmar. ”

......

"Where's the Dragonroar Legion I want!?"

In the North Tower Fortress, Portmar loudly questioned his necromancer.

"Your Majesty, it's not that we don't want to wake up more ghouls, it's that many of the Nord tombs we marked before have collapsed for some reason, and we can't get in at all."

"Damn, I'll find it again." Potmar stabbed her staff hard into the ground, causing a neurotic scream from the metal face at the top of the staff, making her face even pale.

The necromancer in the audience nodded strangely and withdrew.

"Where's Hakong?" Angrily tossing the staff aside, Potmar asked the ghostly handmaidens who were serving beside her.

"Lord Hakon is back at Valchiha Castle, and it shouldn't be long before he returns."