"Jingle Bell~Ding Dong~" The hammer rhythmically struck the anvil, and the red iron splashed everywhere as it hit the spark. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Ella, the huntress who was also in the crowd, widened her eyes as she watched the axe, which had almost been used up, obediently stretched under the blacksmith's forging, and in the blink of an eye, it was re-punched into the wedge-shaped axe.

Then the blacksmith did not make a move—at most, the hand holding the cold axe shook his wrist—and the hammered axe was thrown back into the hearth, and then the tongs came out with a red-hot hoe, and went on to forge it. From beginning to end, the hammer that beats the anvil is never out of order. The blacksmith put the axe back into the hearth with his backhand and took out the hoe just right, but he didn't even look back.

The whole process was magical, and it made Ella a little dizzy...... It is important to know that Ella's grandmother and mother are both members of the Brothers-in-Arms, and she grew up in the Brothers-in-Arms until she passed the trials and became a member of the Brothers-in-Arms. As a child, she played wildly on the territory of her comrades, and the Sky Forge was one of her favorite places to go. The great blacksmith grandmaster Erlindir Greyhair, known throughout the continent, was nothing more than an old-fashioned old man in her eyes.

She had seen the gray-haired pounding of iron by the furnace, but she had never seen it so much as she had seen it today...... A bowl of cherries!

Yes, it's good-looking, very, very good-looking! If Ella were to be compared to it, it would be as beautiful as the rain beating on the roof, the flowers swaying in the wind, and the stretched posture of the cheetah running! That's right, it's this feeling of being one with the world. It should belong to the wind, frost, rain and fog, and belong to the nature of heaven and earth, but it should not belong to a ...... Person.

At this moment, she suddenly understood what Erlindil Greybeard had said:

"I'm not as ...... as him"

"Tyrande" suddenly gained great fame in the Northland, and was even recited by countless people, and of course it was impossible to become famous in the world just by building a few magic weapons - that is only a plot in a novel. In fact, before the name "Tyrande" was remembered by the big people, he had already gained great fame among the lower classes of the empire, who made up the vast majority of the empire, and was talked about by countless people.

All this was due to one thing that "Tyrande" did - he helped the farmers to repair their farm implements for free during his travels.

If you arrive at a farm, he will help you repair hoes and sickles; If it is a lumberyard, then it is a saw and an axe; If it's a pit, it's a pickaxe, a shovel, and so on...... And he asked for nothing but dinner and a glass of ale.

But the problem is that he has traveled to most of the Northlands, and his footprints are all over the entire Skyrim Province!

There are hundreds, if not thousands, of so many villages that have left his footprints! Including the hunters who live in the barren mountains and mountains, the wild people who have fled, and even the orc villages that have been driven to the border, they have all received his favor! That's amazing!

No, such a thing would feel horrible even to think about!

And what is he doing it for? As Tyrande's fame grew, countless people were secretly speculating about his motives—especially the politicians, who never hesitated to speculate on the motives of others with the utmost malice.

But they couldn't guess - because no one had ever done this in the entire history of Tamriel, and they didn't know what it meant to "follow the mass line" or "surround the city from the countryside."

The tradition of Tamriel is that "the strong rule all".

The first to unify the continent, Talos (formerly known as Tyber Septin) was a powerful dragonborn who once captured the impossible city of Alinor in an hour (in fact, it was sieged for nearly five centuries, but Dragonbreak erased that time from history)! Talos even changed the climate of Sereditir, turning the jungle into a land suitable for farming.

In short, because of his strong personal strength, the remaining provinces of the entire Tamriel Continent are almost determined! And the provinces he conquered were all in the same pattern of defeating the provincial coalition and then surrendering the province as a whole - this led to the preservation of the aristocratic system within the provinces, and the imperial system left a deadly cancer from the beginning.

Talos unified the continent, but at the same time left behind a pattern: that is, the provincial lords submitted to the strong, and the strong guaranteed the independent status of the lieges......

The history of the continent of Tamriel is such that everyone has the impression that if you want to be the king and dominate (for example, what Ufric Stormcloak is doing right now is to copy the path that Talos walked), it seems that there is no second way to go.

It is precisely because no one can guess that some people will say conclusively, "Master Tyrande is traveling and practicing in blacksmithing", and this statement has also been recognized by countless people.

In any case, this behavior of "Tyrande" was firmly supported by the people at the bottom, and those who stood in the camp of justice also had a good opinion of him - after all, in such an era of frequent wars and lack of faith. It is so precious and heartwarming to have a person who is down-to-earth and selfless in doing good deeds and selfless dedication -- such an organization certainly includes the comrades-in-arms.

In this way, Tyrande's fame grew, and even overshadowed many lords.

Ella had asked Ellindil Greyhair about this, as rumors were spreading throughout Skyrim that Tyrande was a disciple of Erindil.

"Of course he's not my disciple," Ella remembered vividly, the gray-haired master's expression. Some surprise, some doubt, but in the end he just said, "I'm not as good as him." At the time, Ella just thought that the master was talking about personal virtue - but when she saw Tyrande's skill today, she secretly thought, maybe the master was talking about the craft of striking iron?

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Ella could feel the state of "the unity of heaven and man", because she herself was not far from this state. While Ella loves nature, her bow and arrow strength can also be called almost Tao, and she can naturally be touched by this.

But the other Nord farmers are gathered here, not because they see something, they are just joining in the fun.

The women stared at Tyrande's naked/naked upper body without blinking. Whenever Lu Yuan raised the hammer to make his chest muscles rise, or the sweat slid down his bronzed skin, he would make them hold their breath, and then subconsciously raise their wine glasses to cover up.

The men, on the other hand, are mostly talking about the legends related to Tyrande, and asking the protagonist of the story himself to verify them. Once they get even a few words of response, whether yes or no, it's enough for them to brag for a long time.

……

"The sword you made for the old crow can really cut through thirty weapons? Is it really that powerful? ”

"Hmm~" Lu Yuan, who was striking the iron, agreed vaguely.

"I'll just say it's true!" The Nords who asked the question immediately happily confirmed! Not only that, but he immediately dared to mix his own materials in front of Lu Yuan! "You don't know, do you? That's not just thirty weapons! Among them are the Red Guard Machete, the Imperial Longsword, and the Elven Glass Sword! Most importantly, there are also two double-edged battle axes that have been handed down by our Nord ancestors! It's all steel, and the axe handle alone is as thick as an arm! ”

"Wow~" Sure enough, his boasting caused an exclamation.

"With such a thick arm, how can you use it? I can't hold it. "It's just that some people are not interesting, and they actually pick bugs in the blowing!

"Phew!" The bragging Nord jumped up, "You must be your delicate little hands!" That's the old crow's hand, the general's hand! Each one is the size of a tiger face plate! ”

Ella was speechless - first of all, Cricket was a lord of the city of Mussol, and the largest military officer under his command was the captain of the escort brigade, and there could be no general; Secondly, the hand is the size of a saber-toothed tiger face plate, that's a monster not a human!

“…… Thirty weapons, thirty weapons! Nothing more, nothing less! After cutting off the thirtieth sword, which is also the heirloom of the old crow's family. This Excalibur snapped on its own...... Only then did the old crow remember what Master Tyrande had said to her, 'The Excalibur can break thirty blades'! Alas~ At this time, even if you regret it late, the girl will be stupid. ”

The old Raven Lord laughed happily at the thought of the frightened appearance of the old Raven Lord holding half of the family heirloom sword in his hand. Then I remembered that such a powerful sword was broken, and I couldn't help but sigh, so I began to gulp wine......

For what they said, the huntress Ella was close to the upper echelons after all (although the comrades-in-arms were not doing their jobs, but they were in a high position), she actually knew more and more accurately. Ella knew a more authentic version: Igrod Old Raven had indeed slashed thirty weapons with that sword, and Excalibur had indeed broken on the spot! And those that were cut off were all weapons of the city guards of Mussool! But then she opened the box she had brought with her, and took out thirty new weapons and distributed them to the city guards!

"No matter how good the Excalibur is, if there is only one, it will break sooner or later. What I need more is thirty good weapons that will give my soldiers a boost. ”

Apparently, she was using Excalibur as a metaphor for herself, and good weapons were referring to the city guards. Although Excalibur was not there, the old crow's move successfully subdued the hearts of the city guards and strengthened the position of the city lord. This incident was rumored to be a good story in the aristocratic circles of Lonely City, but among the people, it evolved into one of the legends of the "Tyrande Playing with the Aristocrats" series......

There is also the story of the "Golden Armor" that has recently begun to circulate: in the story, Tyrande used a fake gold armor to expose the ugliness of the nobles in the entire capital area. It's a favorite story among the people today, and it's spread like a legged story everywhere, whether it's the Empire or the area controlled by the Stormcloak.

But what about the facts?

In fact, the family of the original purchaser did feel the anger of being deceived - knowing that it was the Septin family! Although this family is a side branch of the Great Talos, they are not eligible to inherit the throne. But as long as his surname is Septin, he has significant power. The reason is simple, because the coins of the empire are called septin! Isn't that awesome enough?

At that time, seeing the gold plating scraped open to reveal the color of white iron, Septin's parents were indeed angry! He grabbed a sword and slashed at the armor. He wants to cut his armor in two, and then go to the liar to settle the score! It was an ebony sword that Septin treasured, and Count Septin had used all his strength at the time. However, the ebony sword slashed into the armor, but it was broken by a direct impact like a bone.

Needless to say, Count Septin not only sent a large sum of money to Master Tyrande overnight, but also treasured the armor as a family heirloom......

But these are not the parts that Xiaomin can know.

Who would have known that now among the people, "Tyrande's Golden Armor" has become synonymous with fakes.