After a day's fighting, by this night, it had completely turned into a massacre, and the soldiers of the snowy city were surrounded one by one, so that the queen slowly lay down under the mixed swords and guns.

Fleeing, wailing, and screaming, caught in the frenzied storm cloak, there was no need for any orders to attack, and what it meant to be the one who entered the walls first was known to each other.

Sky wanted to continue the pursuit of his comrades, but the constant emergence of other travelers and soldiers from Snowman City made him lose his goal.

With a snort, Changkong withdrew his unwilling eyes, the first stage was about to end, and he believed that there would always be a chance to meet, and at that time, he would personally send the beautiful woman on the road.

The sound of the bowstrings was like a beating movement on a stave, constantly changing sounds, and with it the fallen figures of the guards and travelers in the snowy city.

"Trash fish."

The disdain in his words seemed to make him very dissatisfied with the current killing, the points were no longer important, and the team from a hundred years ago had almost entered a stable period.

Obviously, the teams that have reached the points are already starting to gather and shrink, and it is not meaningful for them to continue this senseless killing while saving their lives.

The figure in the strange armor attracted his attention, not only him, but even many people were attracted by this figure, because of the gorgeous armor and the absolutely stylish weapon.

The scythe of death relentlessly harvests life, whether it is the guards in the snowy city or the personnel of the Storm Cloak camp, everywhere it passes, it is a harvest of life.

This man was just preparing to attack his comrades. But maybe it's because there's only one person. There was some hesitation for a while. It was just a tentative fight, and then he was fled by his comrades.

Let them go, as long as they are not in Snow Man City next, they have basically achieved Garuda's goal, then the cooperation treaty has been satisfied, and the rest, if there is a secret and hateful team left to cause a little trouble for Garuda, Changkong is absolutely willing.

After all, once the first stage is over. He and Adolf would return to their Windhelm City, where there would be an uphrak to deal with, and it would be a good thing to see if they could hold Garuda's team back in the meantime.

The basis of cooperation is under the premise that the strength of the two sides is close, because no one will do such a stupid thing as hurting the enemy by one thousand and losing eight hundred, and only then can the prerequisite for negotiation and cooperation be negotiated, once this balance is broken, then cooperation will instantly evolve into annexation. Both Changkong and Adolf are very aware of this.

Therefore. Changkong didn't intend to chase it with all his might, and he didn't see the figure called Krako, and if he thought about it, the silver hand had already completed the agreement between them.

It's just that the armor on this person's body is obviously not the original style in Skyrim, it is too gorgeous, and it is obviously an exponential improvement for the bonuses in all aspects.

The man in this armor had few special skills, just wielded the strange scythe, and swept as if he were mowing grass as he contracted.

Did he make it himself? If you can create these high-powered armors for your team, it will definitely help you in this mission.

Changkong secretly paid attention to himself, so he didn't entangle it, and fought to the death with that person, as if he had subconsciously reached some kind of consensus, hunting in their respective ranges.

The figure of the monk finally appeared on the battlefield, and the dragon was also brought back to Xueman City by Xiao Meiyan, this dragon obviously belongs to a special pet reward in the apostle space, its name is actually Sapphir, so it is obviously a mod transplanted from the dragon knight.

I have to say that the monk's luck is really good, who would have imagined that an originally insignificant NPC would hide such a huge secret?

While activating the Dragon Knight, there is also a bonus of 1000 points, which makes the monk who missed the opportunity to contribute to the team more or less make up for it.

The damage of the dragon is conceivable, even if it is a young dragon, it is still a dragon, if this dragon appears, then the points will definitely be greatly expanded.

"Traveler Liu Yi, activate the Dragon Knight branch, the task conditions are achieved, the points reward is 1000 points, Sapphir is an SS-level mount, with its own fire attribute attack, which can cause S-level damage, because it is currently in the first stage, the strength is halved.

A special pet system allows the owner to control the size of the dragon, and in non-combat, the dragon's body proportions can be adjusted freely. “

Such an announcement is definitely a message for the monk.,He's very satisfied with this pet.,Selling cute battles are all first-class.,Karen already has armor.,Combat effectiveness has skyrocketed.,Xiao Er's manufacturing ability,It's become an indispensable existence in the team.,Only he.,It's always been mediocre.。

Immediately, the monk wanted to take Sapphir into the battlefield, but such a plan was stopped by Xiao Meiyan, and it has been some time since he came to this world, although he tried to pretend not to care, but he had more or less a certain understanding of this apostle space.

It should have been at the moment when she jumped off the cliff that a space-time rift appeared, allowing her to fall directly from the original world plane into this war-torn and complex world.

With this understanding, Xiao Meiyan's judgment ability is much stronger than that of the monk, and since the battle scythe's point ranking has reached more than eighty now, it should be a relatively safe position.

At this time, there is no need to leak more killer features, so that other travelers have a chance to take advantage of it, and this pet of the monk will definitely play a vital role in the final battlefield.

After explaining these truths, the monk rushed to the battlefield alone, while Xiao Meiyan returned to the baron's mansion with the dragon pet.

Adolf, who had broken through to the second floor, had already locked on to his target, and the lord of Snowman City had made a final resistance, rushing over like a mad dog with the axe that had broken his teeth.

"Ahh

Although the roar was loud, the difference in strength made him unable to threaten Adolf at all, and he was dexterous and sideways. I couldn't see how his hand drew his sword. Barruff's leg was covered with blood. Then on the other leg, Barruff knelt on the ground no longer able to stand.

The heartfelt guards continued to rush towards Adolf, but it was only a moment, Adolf's sleeve seemed to be hiding some kind of mechanism, and with the flicking of his fingers, the throats of the soldiers were punctured one after another, and soon, there was no more life around him.

Look at Barruff on his knees. Still aimlessly wielding the ice axe in his hand, Adolf spun around and walked behind him.

Grabbing his skull with one hand and backhanding a sword, without a drop of blood, Barruf's eyes had already spread.

"Whoosh"

Adolf threw Barruf's head at Joref, who was leading a large number of soldiers, and in a panic, Jorev reached out to catch it, and Adolf's name was already indispensable on the merit book.

"Well done, I'll leave it to you next, this time you have a lot to do, although Gamal is dead. But I'm sure Lord Ulfric will reward you heavily, and there will be no more danger here. I'm going to report back first, and I'll leave everything here to you. ”

After all, Jolev is one of Uffric's closest confidants, and once the front line has entered a period of stability, he must rush back to report to Uffric, and the Empire is still on the border, and it is definitely not a wise move to stay here.

"Everything is with me."

The low and hoarse voice made Jorev very satisfied, this man named Adolf was very optimistic, calm and ruthless, and the pre-war command was also perfect, it seems necessary to mention it to Ufrik, so that some Gamar may be exempted from the guilt of death.

After Jorev gave the order, he had already led the team to leave, and Barruff had already been cut off by someone, and the next resistance was nothing more than a sparse fight of trapped beasts.

"The first phase of the task is over, and the top 100 teams will be collectively wiped out."

As the voice of the apostle's announcement fell, many people who were still struggling to fight burst their heads, and a soldier was about to die under the opponent's long sword, and for some reason, the head of the man who raised the long sword burst first.

This strange scene brought the fighting on the battlefield to a temporary standstill.

From six thousand to one thousand, this is definitely not a small number, I am afraid that there are three or two thousand people who are not dead, looking at the heads of these people, whether it is in the snow or in the storm cloak, they have exploded one after another, and everyone's hearts are an indescribable panic.

"The first team in the standings, the French miracle, has a total of 75,200 points.

The first stage of the mission is completed, the second stage of the mission, which will be opened in three days, and all surviving travelers will have 50% of their abilities turned on. ”

The apostle's announcement sounded in Adolf's mind, and the reward of 50,000 points had all gone into his pocket, but unless he completed all the tasks of the Skyrim War, there was still no reward, which was a fly in the ointment.

The apostle's proclamation has ended, there is no need for the traveler to continue fighting, and Adolf does not want to kill the bad guys to the end, creating a situation where all the travelers are hostile, which is absolutely unwise.

"Those who descend will not be killed."

Standing on the vantage point of the snowy city, Adolf said, and the weapons were scattered to the ground, and occasionally the heads of the loyal lord's followers were cut off one after another.

Looking back, the original gorgeous snow-filled city has been in shambles, and the smoke of the war is still lingering in the sky over the city, but fortunately, the first phase of the task has been completed, and the rest is the opening of the second stage, which will completely become the stage for these strong men, and the natives of the original skyrim will be gradually replaced.

At the same time, the stage of Skyrim is by no means only Snow City, when everyone's focus is gathered here, the unattended Marcas City has undergone earth-shaking changes, this news, in the time when the smoke of Snow City has not completely dissipated, almost shook the entire empire.

This city, which is located on the most border of Skyrim Province and is entirely made of stone, is not at peace under the harassment of oathbreakers every day, and Igmund as a lord is also very troubled by this, but he does not know why the oathbreakers, who have always been active, have completely fallen silent in recent days.

When the news was widely circulated by Marcas, they also had a big celebration of the city's gathering. And the war between the snowy city and the wind helmet. These are too far away from them. They didn't bother to bother with the battle that was far away.

It's completely used as a joke capital after dinner, but on this night, they experienced an orc invasion that only appeared a hundred years ago.

The orcs, who have always gathered in scattered tribes, are often rejected by humans, their appearance is extremely strange, and they also have infinite great strength on their bodies, such a thing as fighting two saber-toothed tigers with bare hands is for young and strong orcs. It's a no-brainer.

It's just that the orcs have never been united, which makes their race not seem very powerful, and the simple intelligence of the orcs has never known what to do to attack humans.

Not long ago, a legend was widely circulated, specifically in the vicinity of Makas City, it is said that a son of a god appeared in the orc tribe and became the leader of the orc tribe.

Igmund scoffed at this statement, those ugly-looking incompletely evolved races. They always like to call themselves in the name of such gods, but they don't know that it is because of their ugliness. Have you been forsaken by God?

But of course, he would not take the initiative to warn those inferior races with simple minds and well-developed limbs, this situation is simply a fool's dream.

It's just that he doesn't know the distribution of the orc tribes, and in the time they ignore, the orc tribes have carried out a rhythmic migration, and many tribes have come to the periphery of Makas City.

If Igmund had a sharper sense of smell, it might have been easy to find that the orc tribes had invisibly formed a siege over the entire city of Marcas.

On the night they gathered in the city, Ram, the leader of the orcs, known as the Son of God, wore a gray cloak and stood on a high hill to do some pre-battle encouragement.

There was no shouting, no encouragement, and no response, but the low panting sound already showed that the blood of this warlike race had been completely ignited.

With a sharp whistle, the orc army began a frantic siege battle, and the city of Marcas, which had always been neglected to guard against it, fell into a tragic scene like purgatory on earth in an instant.

With the Oathbreaker as the vanguard of the troops, the appearance of the human has long been mixed into the interior of Marcus City, and the defense of Marcus City does not have any meager resistance at all.

The city was broken in an instant, and the moment the residents of Marcus, who were still celebrating wildly, saw the orc appear, they thought they had drunk too much alcohol and entered the world of dreams.

How could an orc enter a city? At this point, they couldn't figure out until they died, when this inferior race opened its brains and launched a delusional invasion of human beings.

However, their improvised army was shocked to find that they were not on the same platform as the orcs in terms of combat effectiveness.

The mad orcs can lift up two adults with one hand, and their immense strength is that they have all the advantages of the Nord's most elite warriors, the instincts of animals make their agility unimaginable, and the defense of fur is stronger than ordinary armor.

And the most incredible thing is that these orcs actually know the use of the art of war, and they are arranged in an orderly manner when attacking, although they are simple and rude, but they do already have an appearance, which is diametrically opposed to the original beast instinct that will not hesitate to step on the trap and tempt.

The thick arms are their natural weapons, which can shatter the bones of ordinary people with a single punch, which was originally a hasty battle, so that the battlefield collapsed in an instant, and the walls of Marcus were broken without even holding on for a quarter of an hour.

The orcs shouted offensive words that only their race could understand, screaming and tearing apart human bodies, this is the end of humanity, this is the night of purgatory.

The earth fell silent, the sky was filled with blood mist, and the orcs, who had ignited their murderous intent, remembered the persecution that humans had done to them, and at this moment, they returned it to humans even more severely.

Ram looked at everything that was happening in front of him with satisfaction, and the steel-like heart that had already been honed in the apostle space would not have a trace of forbearance for such a scene.

Even, he held a horsewhip and talked with his subordinates with great interest about every picture.

Blood ravaged the land, cheetahs, saber-toothed tigers, mammoths, these giant animals became the mounts of the orcs, and their entrails and brains flowed down the rivers of Marcas's city.

This rocky city has been smeared with blood in its most brilliant colors, like spray paint.

Ram walked slowly towards the palace in Marcas, and Igmund cowered behind his throne, with only two dozen guards left in front of him.

In an instant, the guards were torn to shreds, and Ram sat on his throne and looked at Igmund kneeling before him with interest.

When he got tired of his words begging for mercy, he kicked him in the head.

Igmund's corpse was hung in front of the gates of Marcus City, announcing to everyone the horror of the orcs, and also wantonly throwing an olive branch to all the orcs wandering in the outer reaches of the sky.

Even the travelers who stayed here on a mission did not escape the disaster.

The city was slaughtered for three days and three nights, and the knife did not enter the sheath.

Ram cruelly set such a rule, and women with a slight appearance were regarded as a reward for brave warriors in battle.

Humans who survived were put in cages and traded as pets.

"The mission of the rebel oath in Makas City has been completed, and the main city of Marcus has been captured, and the Traveler Ram team will be rewarded with 20,000 points, and the Holy Spirit in Makas City will give the ability blessing of all teams, and the attributes will be strengthened by 20%, which is hereby announced."

The moment the apostle's announcement sounded in Ram's mind, the orc had already begun to laugh wildly. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you Brother Long, Crazy Three, Fengyue Night Hanlian, and Laughing Buddha for rewarding.

Thanks to SacredKnight, Kiritsugu PaPa, Kurumi, Hypocrite888, I finally came in with a monthly pass, there may be omissions, don't blame everyone.

Well, I drank too much the day before yesterday, and I didn't even write a manuscript last night, so it looks like I'm going to sit in front of the computer tomorrow and can't move for a day.