The wind was roaring, the flames of war were raging, and the piles of corpses reeked foul in the air, but even greedy vultures and wild dogs did not dare to rush out to share the delicious food at this moment.

Swords and axes, waving and striking in mid-air, the sound of steel grinding against each other, is the only melody on earth.

The song of triumph, the shouting charge, the bloodthirsty shouting of kill, have gradually become hoarse, and the dawn kills until dusk, either dying, or waving the weapon in his hand like a machine.

The various magical elements that burst in the mouth of the sky were like fireworks exploding one by one, and sparks, frost, and gravel kept watering the earth in mid-air.

The war has gone from fierce to white-hot, slowly exhausting everyone's last bit of physical strength.

Whether it is the tenacious resistance of the snow man, or the long-driven storm cloak, they are all undergoing the most difficult test, like two huge giants, obviously no longer have the strength, but no one wants to fall first.

The summoner's puppets can be completely used on the spot, and those dead corpses are the best weapons to attack, and with the blessing of their magic, the soldiers who have lost their lives have once again taken up their weapons, like puppets that have lost their souls, still stubbornly holding weapons and slashing and slashing.

Everyone is experiencing the baptism of war, and the aborigines in the snowy city, relying on a trace of courage and blood from the initial excitement, slowly appear mentally exhausted, or die under the enemy's blade, or squeeze out the last trace of physical strength.

The casualties were mounting, but every time they saw their lord still fighting on the walls with the ice axe, they dragged their tired bodies. Mechanically pushed down another boulder under the ramparts.

A sixty-year-old man. It seems that the last of its strength has been exhausted. One of his ears had been severed off because there weren't enough medical personnel, so he had to rely on clotted blood to stop his injuries.

Slumped to the last of his strength, he pushed the boulder, but his body fell with the boulder to the bottom of the wall.

In mid-air, his shouts could not be heard, and his eyes were already dull, only to find out when he looked closely. Long before he fell, his life had already walked the last footprints.

One will be successful, and ten thousand bones will wither.

War is a great feats of generals, a glorious honor written by generals, but it is a history of blood and tears forged by the innocent bodies of the people at dawn.

This can't help but remind people that in the platinum agreement thirty years ago, maybe their emperor was not cowardly, he just didn't want them to live in blood and fire.

Peace, and only now that they discovered the pride and faith of the original Nords. It is so insignificant in the face of life.

The Traveler's team also suffered a large number of casualties in this battle. So far, at least 2,000 people have lost their lives, either under fire or at the hands of travelers.

Or, because he snatched the points of a certain general, he died at the hands of his temporary companion robe, and no one has any scruples.

The lord of Snowman City, Barruf, had his golden beard curled into a knot, and his originally flowing blonde hair had long been cut off by the blade of an enemy.

The silver armor was already drenched in blood, even the ashes after the flame barbecue were not so obvious, and the ice axe in his hand had long since lost the blessing of enchantment, but the blade was still sharp.

"Ding"

With a crisp sound, Barruff ran out of another soul stone, and the dimming light of the ice axe once again flashed in the afterglow of the sun.

Ireles had been forcibly ordered by Barruf to retreat to the rear, and in the event of hand-to-hand combat, he knew the nature of his personal guard very well, and she would rather end her life if she could not slash the enemy soldiers.

He is not only his own guard, but also the robe that has accompanied him in the four directions, if she is allowed to die here at this time, Barruff's heart is obviously unacceptable.

And at present, the only best news is that the walls of Snow Man City are still strong, and the outer walls are still intact, although there are also a few caveats on the city walls, but they will not affect the overall situation.

Wei Dongxu pulled a soldier in a storm cloak with one hand, his eyes were already a little dazed, but he was just mechanically raising his arm and waving a giant axe, still slashing forward.

Hugging his body, Wei Dongxu's blade gently wiped his neck, let out a muffled snort, without any screams, as if a toy was not charged, and slowly fell to the ground with the giant axe.

This was the seventh charge on the city wall that they had repulsed, and Tifa's body was also stained with some blood, and his face was slightly haggard, but he couldn't hide the hint of joy in his eyes.

Thanks to their efforts, the Scythe's points have already entered the top 100 and promoted to the position of around 90, as long as they hold on a little longer, they will be in a safe place.

With his back against the city wall, Wei Dongxu took out his wine jug, raised his arm high to the outside of the city wall, and swished a bow and arrow through the wine jug, and the bottle cap disappeared.

Tifa looked at this stout man, and shook his head helplessly, but he was also somewhat relieved, which proved that although they fought fiercely, they did not pose a mortal threat.

It's just that she doesn't dare to take anything lightly, according to C.C.'s inference, there is also the strongest Eight Senses in the other party, and C.C. has said extremely firmly that the final winner of this battle will be Storm Cloak.

The sun had already set, and until this time, the Storm Cloak was not ready for the next attack, and once it was night, the army that had been fighting for a day would inevitably be repaired, and tomorrow, the Empire's reinforcements would arrive, and at that time, would it really be possible to attack the snow man?

Tifa didn't know, but she chose to believe C.C., so until this moment. She still didn't dare to let up in the slightest.

"Ugh. You...... Are you okay. It seems that they won't be attacking today, so why don't you let Ella take you back to rest first, don't worry, I have absolutely nothing else to do. ”

Vilcas came to Tifa with some embarrassment, his chest had been pierced by a sharp arrow in the combat power just now, but fortunately it did not hurt his life.

"Thanks, I'm fine."

Tifa smiled and quickly twisted her body. She will deliberately avoid contact with any person of the opposite sex.

Vilkas was hesitating whether he wanted to continue to persuade, but he saw Wei Dongxu covering his mouth and chuckling lightly, so he was not embarrassed.

Storm Cloak in the camp.

Jorev stood behind the magicians, and a small cloud gathered above the sky, interspersed with lightning and thunder, occasionally passing by.

There are thousands of these magicians, many of whom have been selected from the mages of Winterhold, and although Bolger is not yet the actual ruler of power, it is still possible to mobilize some of them.

Because of Somo's support, and because he also didn't want to confront the two powerhouses of the same Eight Senses at the beginning of the first stage, Bolguel still agreed to the other party's request.

Even a few of his own chief magicians. Two of them also came.

"How long will it take?"

Joreve's tone was a little unkind, and he didn't want to wait any longer. Once tomorrow, once the lackeys of the empire join the battlefield, it will definitely not be the result he wants to see.

Gamal is dead, and Jorev knows very well what the position of this Oufrik's lieutenant in his psyche is that if he can't make up for it, then he will have to go back to bear the monstrous wrath of Uhfrik, which is definitely not what he wants.

"It's going to take another quarter of an hour."

One of the chief mages said respectfully, and he was answered by a cold snort from Joreve, who really didn't want to give Xue Man any respite.

But looking at the chief mage in front of him was also covered with sweat on his forehead, he knew that these mages had also reached the limit in order to prepare for this forbidden spell.

On the mountain peaks.

Adolf has been watching the battle here with a few people behind him for a day, and their lives are very freehand, with the boiling hot pot behind him bubbling hot.

"Yours."

Adolf, who had been silent, suddenly stretched out his finger in the direction of the city wall and nodded, his words were for Changkong, and following his finger, it was obvious that it was the location of the comrades-in-arms.

"Understood."

Changkong agreed, a touch of coldness appeared on the corner of his mouth, he seemed to have been waiting for a long time at this moment, although it was well concealed, but the person with excellent archery skills in the other party still couldn't hide it from his eyes.

In order to get rid of the troubles forever, now is the best time to strike, although they only show a section of their head on the city wall, but this is enough for Changkong.

Reaching out and pulling out two black arrow feathers from the basket, the corners of their mouths trembled slightly, as if they were chanting some kind of incantation.

Use your middle finger to separate the direction of the two arrows, and divide them into two directions at a slight angle, and as the pupils close and release, the arrows detach from the string and fly out with a roaring roar.

Snow-covered inside the city.

The men had been drafted into the city walls in large numbers, the streets were empty of corpses, and the devastation of the war was palpable.

The women and children hid in the temple of Ginareth and prayed for their families, hoping that the war would end sooner and that their men would return safely in the evening.

In some of the dimly lit cemeteries, out of the caves crawled out of the caves many Assassins dressed in black, all with silver gloves on their hands, and those who were familiar with this were well aware that these were silver hands that made their fortune by catching werewolf skins, and their movements were very swift, but they were not afraid to alarm anyone.

Xue Man, who was in the midst of the war, had already lost the most fundamental defense, and at this time, they were like a sharp sword that could plunge straight into the enemy's hinterland.

Moon Vasca shone under the silver planet, and the old man Krako stared quietly at the sky, as if he felt a figure appear behind him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's the Baron."

He didn't turn around, but the old man's words seemed to be expected.

"Worthy of a prophet."

C.C. didn't panic because his identity was broken, and stuck the dagger in his hand on the table. Elegantly picked up the wine on the table and sipped it gently.

"The Baron's ambition is really not small. You're so casual. Aren't you afraid that I will put poison in my wine? ”

Krako also smiled and turned over, without the slightest fear or fear, and began to talk to C.C. like two old acquaintances.

"Come on, old fox, you already knew that the Silver Hand would attack at this time, I don't understand why you didn't choose to flee even if you only recalled the members of the two rings, they wouldn't be easy to get it. Naturally, I didn't have much to take advantage of. ”

C.C. asked with some puzzlement, but she could see that the old man was tired, and it seemed that he didn't have any chance of surviving.

"Oh, prophet, it's not too difficult to know the date of your death, not to mention that I know more than that, but then again, the Baron is fully prepared. Presumably, my ringed little cubs, you've already made arrangements. ”

Krako's words were unusually calm. But these words made C.C. have to be moved, this seemingly easy-going old man, it turns out that everything is very clear.

"When did you find out?"

C.C. was a little surprised that her plan and conspiracy had only been made yesterday, and no one knew about it until then, so there was no possibility of leaking it.

"It's very early, probably when you first entered this world."

The old man's face was playful, and he seemed to appreciate C.C.'s surprised expression, this girl who was as delicate as a fox and cunning as a fox, but it was rare to show such a side.

Is it even clear about the Apostle Game? Who is this man? Did the apostles allow such people to exist?

"Okay, those people are about to be killed, if you don't hurry up, I'm afraid you won't have time to evacuate."

At this point, Krako was concerned about C.C.'s personal safety.

"I have to say, I'm surprised, but I still want to find out what you're doing this for, what your purpose is?"

C.C. didn't choose to do it right away, and the curiosity in her heart made her instinctively think that things might not be as simple as she thought, and there must be some secret in this.

"Take it."

Instead of answering C.C.'s question directly, Krako handed her a red diary, which C.C. held out suspiciously.

"Every generation of prophets dies, they go to Uslad's crypt to purify their souls, I don't want to be under the control of the curse of the crow ghost woman after death, but it's a pity that this werewolf form, Ella still thinks it is an honor.

When you come to Usrad, you will know what the prophet really is. “

Krako said to himself.

"I think you're mistaken, I don't have time to help you purify your soul, and frankly, I'm busy."

C.C. was blunt about it, without any guilt of conscience.

"No, you will come, because this is the moment when the followers of Meritia can rewrite history, do you want to give up?"

Krako said, looking at C.C. with a smile on his face, a beautiful woman who had always been calm and moody, and stood up suddenly.

Meritia, the name of this demon god may be ignored by others, but C.C. will definitely not, Lin Xiu's points bonus is explained in detail, and he who obtained the Fallen Dawnbreaker is not a believer in Meritia? There must be some kind of connection between this.

"Okay, I promise you."

C.C. nodded solemnly, she knew that the departed prophet no longer wanted to say more, and the answer to everything was in Uzrad.

"Then please, my prophetic successor."

Under the silver light, the old man slept quietly in the rocking chair with a satisfied smile, as if he was asleep.

C.C.'s white and slender fingers gently opened the diary, which was already a little damaged, but it could be seen that the old man cherished this thing very much, and there was still residual warmth on it that he had not completely dissipated.

"At that time, I was still a child, full of admiration for the myth of the comrade-in-arms......"

The beginning of the diary is very ordinary, and what is written on it is the memories of the old man's life, probably from the beginning when he just joined the comrade-in-arms group, C.C. directly turned to the back, and she doesn't have much time or interest in other people's privacy now.

"Meritia's instructions have appeared, but his strength is still too weak, and I must help him.

There are a few newcomers to the comrades-in-arms, and I see courage and faith in them, and they are the kind of pure souls, especially a beautiful girl, oh, if I meet him when I am young, even I, an old fellow, will probably be moved.

Unfortunately, he was not my favourite, and the Baron, who seemed to be very concerned about the position of prophet.

She's like a cunning little fox, hehe, when you open this diary, I must be gone, so use this fragment of Uslad to prove your prophetic identity.

Hurry up to the sleeping crypt of Uzrad, where I am waiting for you, this night is so beautiful that it is a sign that light is about to shine on the earth......

The sixty-ninth prophet, Lin Qianqian. “

When the diary arrived, it was like a kind of inheritance, and C.C. quietly closed the note, turned away, hesitated for a moment, and then turned back to the old man who was sleeping like a baby—

To the forerunners of this group of comrades, the guides of the souls—

To this predecessor who passed on the position of the prophet to him—

"May you rest in peace."

Under the silver light, the girl bowed respectfully, to the old man who had passed away, to the senior who had guided him—

Only this time, the maiden's blessing was full of piety. (To be continued......)

PS: I'll try automatic updates.,I really can't stand it.,Everyone is silent.,Give me some support.,It's the end of my birthday.,It's over soon.。