The name suggests how bad the weather can be, but it's a rare place for travelers or adventurers who are sleeping in the open, or homeless people who have had to move out of their homes due to the snowy war.

The windy and snowy weather indicates the unique characteristics of the Temarel continent, and after passing through the Wind Helmet City, the more you travel towards the north, the colder it becomes.

The biting cold wind brought large flakes of snowflakes; The cold wind shook the branches, howled furiously, and blew the entire snowdrift into the air like a frenzy.

The cold wind howled incessantly, and the direction changed uncertainly, almost overturning the sleds and the horses, and blowing the faces of the occasional riders outside, like sharp stones, so that they could not breathe, and could not speak.

The bell tied to the sled pole was completely inaudible; In the whirlwind of howling and whistling, only a stream of mournful voices could be heard, like the howl of a wolf, like the neighing of horses in the distance, and sometimes like the cries for help of people in the midst of great calamity.

The wind swept the sand and snow, and from time to time hit the window lattice, making a rhythmic sound of "shala, shalala".

If you can have a safe place to live at this time, leaning against the edge of the wall of the fire, it will undoubtedly be heaven on earth.

The young man named Miel is the waiter at the Yeti Hotel, and although he is busy shuttling between the merchants from time to time, he can still see the owner's smiling face in the occasional afterglow.

Of course, the best place to go is Rift Valley City, but the Black Thorn girl seems to be born to be a businessman, and overnight, the house price in Rift City has risen to the point where you can buy a thousand slaves.

Black-hearted widow.

This is the most widely circulated sentence since I learned the news. Naturally, it was the Black Thorn City Lord who described it, but for these messages, the Black Thorn seemed to be very satisfied, and he was very happy when he knew it.

In desperation, the men had to temporarily change their journey to Marcus City, a city with huge boulders that did not have the bay views of Rift Valley City. Trade was not well developed, but the thick walls at least proved that it was impregnable.

However, the news that followed caused the Nords in Skyrim to fall into shock and despair again, and on the day that Snowman City was breached, Marcas City had been replaced by orcs.

Those beasts who have been wandering around the periphery of the sky, and can only survive in the mountains, have the courage and brains to attack a city?

What could be more ridiculous?

I believe that they believe that the group of high elves of the Ancestor Shenzhou have been unable to bear the loneliness and have begun to march on the empire in a big way, but they are helpless. That's just the way it is.

Igmund that idiot.

Perhaps during this time, these two names were the two fastest-rising names in the empire, the difference is that one is dead and the other is still at large.

It is impossible to accept the fact that such a low creature as orcs has waged war against humans.

In desperation, there are no more cities to go to the east and south, and the only ones left are Dugu City and Wind Helmet City, of course, if you have the courage to climb over the mountains of Falling Hammer Province, you may also have more choices. But no one would make such a stupid decision.

Yes, as soon as the border of the province of Falling Hammer crossed. It is the ancestral Shenzhou after the platinum agreement, which has now become the territory of the high elves, even if the Nords often boast of their martial bravery, but they will not do such a thing as openly provoking the high elves, courage and stupidity are completely different.

After the war. Every Nord seems to recognize the difference between the two, and what is even more odious is that the soul of Oufrik is still fighting with the Empire at such a moment.

With such a prerequisite, move to the farms near Windhelm and the city here. Even if you know how bad the weather is here, you have to make a helpless move.

Any inn seemed to be overcrowded, and there were often drunks who had forgotten the cold, or remembered the grief of their families, or perhaps stumbled into the snow in their weeping, cursing the incompetence of the Empire and the cruelty of Oufrik.

If there is no kind companion, there will be another corpse the next day, which is really common, and it is not surprising.

Even the insensitive innkeepers have become so accustomed to it that they have long forgotten what the word bad luck is.

In short, war is cruel, not about how many people die in the battle, but how many people are displaced after the battle, and lose their lives silently, thus becoming a part of the data in the historical chronology.

Miel is a kind wood elf, and his heart is a little indignant at the boss's actions, and every teenager does not lack this sense of justice before he grows up, but he will gradually recognize the young and naïve ideal as time passes.

Not everyone thinks of themselves as the kind of pretentious seedlings who have been called saints, and years later, they usually laugh at how naïve and naïve they once were.

He has been working in the hotel service industry all year round, and he has seen many people, although there have been no customers here, but Miel's heart is not as simple as he seems on the surface.

Although there is a sense of justice, it is not so important compared to losing your job, being kicked out of here by the boss, and still turning into a snowman in a snowstorm.

Therefore, he only dared to express a little dissatisfaction in his heart, and in the face of the customer's complaints about the price, he still had to smile and not give up.

After all, because of the war, the cost price is also rising, especially in this kind of snowy city, which is a road that merchants are unwilling to travel long distances and run risky.

Because of the imbalance in price, many people can only look forward to the door of the hotel, and after some discussion, they have some regrets to walk into the wind and snow again.

I don't know if they'll be able to see the sun tomorrow.

Miel sighed weakly, for these people, there was probably only so much he could do.

War, who can end it, sometimes in the middle of the night. It's not that I haven't had a heroic dream, the dream of joining the army and becoming a hero is the most sincere dream that every teenager has ever had, but every morning when I get up, in the sneering words of the boss, the dream has long been shattered.

Maybe. The difference between a mortal and a hero is whether or not to resist with courage, and whenever such a moment comes, Miel remembers this phrase, which is something that an old drunk said inadvertently when he passed by the inn.

The old man always went on the road alone, going back and forth to various parts of the continent, looking at his clothes, although tattered, it was indeed the magic guild's robe.

For magicians. People have mixed feelings of fear and awe, especially in the battle between the Storm Cloak and the Snow Man, where the earth-shattering thunder roar is rumored to be like a god has been invited down to the mortal world.

Whenever there are homeless people in the snowy city passing by, Miel will take the opportunity to serve tea and pour water, and listen to a few words as a topic for future conversation.

As for the old magician, let's call it that. He must be a mysterious person, after all, there is always some legend at the beginning. Isn't it all the story of a legendary magician who, when he was old, suddenly had a heart and accepted a closed disciple?

Then he used the little time left in his life to pass on what he had learned all his life to this disciple, so that he could inherit his mantle and know that one day. His name is enough to shake the entire continent of Temariel.

Such a dream was also one of the things Miel had ever had, but it was a pity that the old magician, after cutting him down for a long time, laughed, shook his head and got up and left.

Apparently. He didn't have enough sincerity to impress the magician, damn it, this wasn't an outsider at all, he was just an impostor.

With such cursed words, Miel wished that the old magician would freeze to death in such weather.

However, he recorded what he said in his diary and annotated his name, Huenzibaigu.

Perhaps this day was not destined to be an ordinary day, and the inn where even the bards came to such a place to mingle and eat was no longer as obscure as it used to be.

A horse was tethered to the front of the inn, and the guests who came in were covered with snow on their heads, they were not as strong as the usual Nords, which is why the scrawny horse was able to carry the two of them here.

Miel had this in mind, but when a guest came in, the necessary politeness was still needed.

"Welcome, guests from afar, this kind of weather is damn to have caused you to suffer such a devastation.

Do you want to stay at a hotel or eat? “

Lin Xiu shook the snow on the cloak and took off the cloak, with a delicate and clean face, it would make people feel very good when they smiled.

"Staying in the hotel, trouble, two of the best rooms."

A lot of ancient tombs have been explored, and Lin Xiu's bag is not short of Nord coins now, since he has to be on the verge of life and death at any time, there is no need to criticize himself in terms of quality of life.

"Uh, two?"

Miel was stunned for a moment, he didn't understand why two travelers needed two rooms, and there was no place to spend the money?

But it's naturally a good thing to make money, and he won't do this kind of talkative thing, but unfortunately, there is only one room left in the room for a long time.

He smiled and told Lin Xiu about this fact.

"Ah, suffocate me, Tilling, why are we wearing such nasty clothes, not beautiful at all, and breathless."

Erquit tore off the cloak with great effort, and his little white face was flushed, looking like a drunken beauty.

These dissatisfied words were naturally said to Lin Xiu, and it was not difficult to see from her face that was as angry as a cat.

Erquit is not afraid of the cold, even Lin Xiu, with fifty percent of his strength, can completely protect against the cold.

It's just that if the two of them wear the original clothes and head towards the north, it will definitely be an eye-catching thing, and I'm afraid that the travelers who chased them along the way will definitely make their heads big, not to mention the current situation is so tense.

And those guys who guarded the dawn, Lin Xiu didn't know if he was now counted in their gang or in the Valhachi vampire camp.

All the way. He was completely defeated by this chatter, almost except for the necessary sleep time during the day, most of the time, her mouth was in a state of uncontrollable state.

This is also the reason why two rooms are needed, Lin Xiu really doesn't want to continue to live without a moment of peace, especially this vampire. It seems that the day is the time for her to sleep.

"Wow-"

The moment Erquit's cloak was taken off, there were a lot of admiration in the room, and at the same time, there were a few faint glances on this side, those who were naturally mixed in with it, but after the first stage, the kind of blindness had already been eliminated.

The rest of the leaders are not too reckless guys.

Elquit is indeed very beautiful, and in this game world full of thick lines, her delicate appearance is really like an angel descending to earth.

Since it is already so. Lin Xiu just frowned and didn't say much, he wasn't used to complaining about what had happened, and he chose to find the next solution.

"Uh, hug...... Sorry, but do you need something to eat? ”

Miel was stunned for a moment, until he heard the boss's cough and suddenly realized that he had lost his temper, oh my God. It's no wonder that the moment Miel saw Elquit. I only feel that I have lived in vain in the first sixteen years, how can there be such a beautiful woman in the world?

The Eight Holy Spirits are above, if Miel can marry her, no, even if it is good to be friends, Miel will feel very happy in this life. What a bullshit sense of justice, those things have long been thrown out of the clouds.

"Got something to eat? It's nice that I finally don't have to eat all that junk food, so what's there? ”

Without Lin Xiu's greeting, Erquit's interest was hooked again. The eldest sister seems to lack instinctive immunity to everything new.

"Of course, Miss Beauty, may I call you so, there is an abundance of ingredients here, including wolf meat, venison, bear's paws, salmon, mammoth nose and even giant's ...... Uh, you can eat whatever you want. ”

Miel stood beside Elquit with an eager expression, and he could even hear his own heart pounding.

"Hey, Tilling, eat something we haven't eaten, if you said you could eat whatever you want, then ...... Is there dragon meat? “

Erquit rolled his eyes for fear of less trouble, and said with a smile.

Is this revenge? Lin Xiu really felt that there was enough headache.

"Of course, this beautiful young lady, but the dragons I have seen are all adults, and the meat is old, and in terms of composition, dragon meat is not considered to be the meat you usually eat."

A few Nords sitting at the next table kindly helped Miel out of the siege.

"Cut, it's like you've eaten it."

Elquit was originally an unintentional joke, but she didn't expect that there was a nasty person next to her to answer the conversation, which really made her very dissatisfied.

During this period, Lin Xiu had already ordered food that could satisfy his hunger.

"Two distinguished guests, do you need me, the troubadour, to entertain your conversation?"

The bard, who had been standing beside him, had come over slowly, a girl with a delicate face, holding a lute in her hand.

This is how these bards eat, so to speak, and as soon as they enter the room, they can see which guests will order their songs and which ones will not have to waste their lips at all.

Lin Xiugang wanted to refuse, but found that it was too late, Erquit had already grabbed the bard, obviously, she was interested.

"Sir, I don't think you would refuse your wife's offer."

From the eyes of the two, it was not difficult for this little girl holding the lute in her hand to find that this kind of thing obviously needed Lin Xiu's nod, otherwise the beautiful young lady sitting opposite him would not need to puff out her mouth.

Lin Xiu reluctantly threw out a Nord gold coin, which was enough to listen to many tunes.

One person ordered the song, and the others enjoyed it, and the Nord people liked to listen to a song when they were drinking, but most of them were shy, at this time, Lin Xiu's generosity also caused a lot of applause.

"Let me play you a song called 'Ragnar in Red', which is a very famous ballad in the continent of Tenariel." The girl did not take the gold coins from the table, she held up the lute, pressed her white slender fingers on the strings, and began to play herself.

"Once upon a time there was a hero named Ragnar in Red, who came from Loris Tide to Stride in the Snowman."

"Big talk boasts that he has been in battle, and shows off his gold coins and his sword."

"The red-clothed Ragnar later became mute because he met Matilda, the shield maid."

"She said, 'Oh~ you kept bragging and drank all of our wine, and you should be dragged out to feed the dogs now."

"There was a metal collision, and the brave girl Matilda was full of fighting spirit."

"Ragnar, the king of cowhides, no longer boasted, his head shattered into a puddle of red scum."

After singing, the girl turned and left.

……

When he passed by Miel's side, he deliberately stepped on him, and Miel screamed in pain.

"Haha, it's really good, the melody is good, what's the name of that piano, it's also very good, it makes people want to listen to it a second time. As for the content of the song...... It seems to be a sad and witty story, a braggart guy is brutally slapped in the face. It's funny, Tilling, what do you think? “

Lin Xiu reluctantly turned around and went up the stairs, and Erquit followed him inexplicably, until she went up to the second floor, she heard a burst of laughter from the first floor.

This made her a little confused and inexplicable. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the reward, Brother Long swiped the ticket, and the third stolen monthly pass support.

It looks like I'm going to have two more days to go.