The Demon God of Hunting, Helsin, sits atop his bone-covered throne made of the teeth and bones of countless beasts, looking down on the endless grassland of beasts. www.biquge.info Millions of flags made of beast leather lined up neatly from the top of the mountain down to the end of the wilderness, fluttering fiercely in the wind.

The red moonlight is shining all over the land, and a hunt is coming to a climax!

Countless beasts roared and gnawed! Then they were hunted and killed under the rough primitive weapons! The hunters peel them alive and choose the best part, the bloody spoils, to offer under Helsin's seat!

It's an endless hunt that doesn't start and doesn't end.

All of this is made up of the souls that have come to the kingdom of Hersin. Here, the identity of the prey and the hunter shifts according to Helsin's likes and dislikes, there is no real winner and no loser, only Helsin's will and the hunt itself are supreme. And those souls who have come to Helsin's kingdom for some reason, but still retain their independent consciousness and pursue freedom, and are unwilling to bend their knees under Helsin's seat, will be favored by Helsin.

Every time the hunt is carried out to capture these souls, it can please the demon god even more.

But today, the hunting sacrifice that had been held for this purpose was about to be counted as a climax, but it failed to attract Helsin's attention.

Because from beginning to end, the Demon God's gaze stayed on the thick magic book in his hand in a daze...... The soul of the high priest who existed as a waiter consciously stayed away from the palace of Helsin. For only the oldest among them knew of the existence of this tome.

Legend has it that it was a supreme artifact capable of predicting the end times, the most precious of Helsin's treasures in the treasury - every time the old epoch was destroyed and the new epoch was about to begin, new prophecies would appear in the tome. And it is precisely by relying on this magic book that the demon god Helsin has lived arrogantly and is still standing.

The end times bring new prophecies, and Helsing's pick up of the Grimome means that the old era will end and a new century will begin...... It all adds up to one word, turmoil!

There were no books in Hersin's palace, for the demon god was often controlled by his inner bestiality, and often went on a rampage to tear all the fragile objects of the palace to pieces - nothing was indestructible under his sharp claws! His iron claws are better than all the blades of the gods—except for this tome.

This just proves Akatosh's point that there must be a positive and a negative to everything, and there must be a falsity if there is truth.

Now, this representative of the Fauvist sect is sitting quietly on the throne, holding a book with his iron claws instead of tearing open the prey, and he is still smiling, all this is really weird! The priests were all prostrate in the distance, trembling and praying with all their hearts to appease Helsin's anger. But if they knew what Helsing was looking at, they would be surprised!

The tome in Helsin's hand was now turning to the latest page, only to see that it read-

"The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim" full main line + all branch + full partner collection graphic strategy, author: Three mothers ......"

What the hell is this?!

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The world of The Elder Scrolls, from Alona's dreams.

With the exception of Akatosh, the dragon of time, and Alduin, the devouring dragon, the other demon gods and spirits, and even the mortal god of Talos, are almost all "played" by the new gods of the new galaxy. They incarnate as the gods of the dream world, living in annihilation, the sandwich between the material world and the dream world, and wholeheartedly comprehending the rules and divinity of the main god.

There is naturally opposition between the demon god and the Holy Spirit, and even between the demon god and the demon god, because of the contradiction between divinity and other factors. In the world of The Elder Scrolls, they have fought each other for millions of years, either in person, or in seducing and driving believers! All kinds of conspiracies and tricks, tens of thousands of years of planning, manipulating the monarch to dominate the world, and so on.

As the essence of the new gods, they are happy to see it happen, and even willingly indulge in the divine rules of the new world.

The reason for this is essentially because, on the one hand, what they initially chose to merge was a divinity that conformed to their own ideas. A saint can be hypocritical, but he must be honest about his divinity and rules; On the other hand, on the battlefield of the battle for the divinity of the main god, everyone is the enemy of the other. There are no allies, let alone friends!

In the outside world, perhaps there is a sequence of canonization, and the strength of the new gods is high and low.

But in the race to find the divinity of the Lord God, no one knows who is on the right path, and certainly who is ahead of the curve! Who is closer! Everyone regards the progress of their perception of the rules of the Lord God's divinity as the highest secret! And every new god actually knows that there must be only one person who can inherit the power of Alona - what they are pursuing is the sublimation of their essence, and they are crossing the level of mortal gods to become the main god, not the one that is divided into many parts!

Because if that happens, it will mean that although Alona has fallen, no one will become the new main god.

The old Mona gods may not have had good intentions in leading them to canonize them and accept them as new gods, and even sharing their feelings about the power of the Lord God......

The new gods know this. Whether it is out of wariness of the old gods of Mona, or for the sake of competing with each other, they must devote themselves to studying the rules of divinity while also leaving a back hand for themselves - "Helsin" prepared for himself is this "Book of Prophecy".

…… Well, even if there is a chance to cheat, this rough brother doesn't know what to keep at all, so he can only go to the three mothers to copy a strategy in the end...... Game nerds, do you know that a certain strategy will become the supreme artifact in the future?

In his setting, a new chapter will only appear in the Grimoire when the time point arrives. And only when Helsing picks up the Magic Codex will he break away from Helsin's identity and become "himself" again.

"Shred it! Shreds it ......"

Halsin's divinity roared inside him, causing him to tremble slightly with the iron claws of the Grimoire. "I didn't feel it so strongly last time. The influence of Helsin's divinity on me has become more and more serious. He struggled to suppress Helsin's nature, frowning and thinking, "If I continue like this, do I understand Helsin's path, or does Helsin swallow me?" Made...... I always feel that there is a big *** in this...... Forget it, I can't figure it out with Lao Tzu's head. ”

He picked up his PHS—a wand in the shape of an axe and gun—and shook it.

"Albnis...... My Favourite, the descendant of my beloved blood. Bring that person to me, this is the final test I have given you! If it succeeds, when your soul returns to the wilderness, I will grant you the glory of standing beside my throne......"

He looked at the pile of objects next to his seat, which had been scratched into an unknown shape by the iron claws...... Well, it's really time for a new one.

"O my child Albnis, I designate him as your holy prey! Go hunt it, the last of the Dragonborn! ”

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The town of Helgen, rebuilt from the rubble, is alive again - note that it's "Helgen" and not "Hircine" - and while both are "Helgen brothers", one is the name of the town and the other is the name of the Demon, so you can't get it wrong.

Despite the loss of supplies in the attack of the dragon Alduin, and the subsequent loss of most of the town's population by General Tulius, the town of Helgen must be doomed to decay. However, a blacksmith who appeared here for no reason, and a stubborn Nord Hadava, succeeded in changing all that.

They first saved most of the lives under the dragon flames. Then he led these people to rebuild their homes from the ruins.

Although a large number of houses were destroyed in the town of Helgen, the farmland that had been cultivated in the valley outside the town was still there, and the small iron ore mines nearby did not collapse in the attack. In other words, the economic basis of Heergen as a town remains, but it lacks a large working population - a deficiency that is compensated for by the steady stream of "robber captives" sent by a blacksmith.

Therefore, in the autumn of this year, when the cold winter is about to begin, the small town of Helgen actually presents a slightly strange exuberant scene!

In order to store supplies to survive the harsh winter, almost every Nord was struggling as if they had been whipped – men were driven into the mountains to hunt, and women were busy making brown bread that would last for more than half a year after harvesting the grain. Everyone walks with their heads down and trotting. And Hadava, the town's supreme governor, was the whip, and only he could keep the lazy Nords busy.

When Albnes stepped into the town, he saw such a sight.

"Blowing Siting", Albnis, the sage of Helsin, looked at all this in front of him with great interest, and said to himself (don't ask me why people from other worlds speak English). In every Nord town, big or small, there is always one or two drunken idlers to be seen on the main street, but there is nothing at all here—all the people, all of them, are busy and busy—and they are working and struggling with the Nord man's broken mouth, and even the speed of his speech is quickened by the work in hand.

"How did the ruler here do it?" Albnes was interested.

Don't look at him in tattered and shoddy fur clothes, and on his long-unwashed cheeks, his gray beard is tangled into wisps of ash. But in fact, in addition to Hersin's status as a sage, he is also the field count of the Empire. After all, he has Helsin's blood in his veins, how can such a family be unknown? However, his family's territory is in Morrowind Province, and after the Red Mountain erupted, it was in ruins, and now it is the territory of the Argonians.

"Hey! You! Open the bag and let me see! ”

Just as he continued to look around, he was suddenly hit by someone from behind. Albnes had been aware of the attack before it happened, but he deliberately pretended to be caught off guard and was knocked to a stumbling surface. "Huh? What are you doing? He turned around and asked, "wary" at the Nord strong man who hit him.

"Ah, I'm sorry, my old professional habits." Who knew that the Nord man suddenly changed his appearance - in the blink of an eye, he changed from a vicious bandit who blocked the road and robbed to a nodder farmer who scratched his head. "What the hell, old man, you're in the way. I'm about to pass the car, let's let go. Without saying a word, he dragged Albnis to the side of the road, and immediately after that, seven or eight carts rushed in from the town gate and passed them.

The convoy caused a large number of women to come out and watch. "It's the car that went to Baiman City to buy food has returned!" Someone shouted this, and it immediately caused a wide range of cheers! With this batch of grain for the winter, everyone's heart suddenly became a lot more steady.

"By the way, why haven't I seen you in town before? What the hell do you do? What is the purpose of coming to Helgen? The Nord man, who was pulling Albnis, suddenly asked with a serious face.

Albnes scolded in his heart, "Damn, how many faces do you have?!" Why don't you act so fast? ”

He didn't know that these were all former bandits sent by Lu Yuan. They are wandering thieves in the wilderness, and although they seem to be at ease, they are all hungry and well-fed, and there is no tomorrow after today. Once these people are accepted by the town, they have a strong sense of belonging and are willing to work hard for the construction of the town. Moreover, these people have the experience of force and experience, and are surprisingly wary of strangers, and even the safety of the town of Helgen is much better.

"I'm a hunter," Albnis, patting the bow and bag from which he had unloaded his bowstring, signaling that he was in no danger. "Who do I go to if I want to exchange some food? Do you collect fur here? ”

"You sell furs? Man, this is Nord! The Nord man smiled incredulously. The Nords, everyone is a good hunter. So much so that even the furs produced in Helgen Town can't be sold at a high price in Baiman City, how can they still buy them?

"So, can I go around? You know, maybe find a place to work, a place to eat and sleep. Albnis put down the bag and said helplessly.

The Nord man looked him up and down again, until he was sure that there was no danger to the old hunter, and then he waved his hand casually. "Feel free to do so, there's a lot of work in the town right now, and I can't starve you."

This guy didn't realize he had just done a big death! The Sage of Helsin, but the Demon God Helsin's strongest body in the mortal world! It is the spokesperson of its faith! Helsing wasn't a good guy...... Not to mention that Albnes also has Helsin's bloodline, which means that he can freely use most of Helsin's abilities and magic - destroying this town is a no-brainer!

Fortunately, Albnes was a believer in Hersin, and he also believed in the adage that "the hunter never changes the prey he has chosen", so there is no extraneous problem.

"As you wish," said the old hunter softly as he watched the Nords leave. "I'll take a good look at this town." His eyes closed and opened, and in those old eyes, which had begun to be cloudy, two beastly vertical pupils suddenly appeared!

The scene that had happened a few months ago was reproduced like a phantom above the ruins of Helgen.

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PS1: Martial arts fantasy is still alive, and there is no Huang Master in the world!

Master Huang Yi shattered the void, which made people inexplicably melancholy. How many people have grown up watching Master Huang Yi's novels, and I am one of them. It's just that I didn't expect that Master Huang was only over sixty years old, and he didn't take a holiday every day. I can only hope that Master Huang, who created and carried forward the concept of "crossing", can also travel to a new world and continue his unfinished journey of smiling and proud.

PS2: Writers, please pay more attention to your body.

PS3: This volume and this book are not intended to be hastily completed, and will continue to be created according to the outline.