Lurking in the snow, Jacques Mortieret is not used to the cold climate of the northern mountains as an Imperial Capitaler, but he must force himself to be quiet.

The elven army is out there, and stealth can fool their eyes, but not their ears.

Mr. Mortire was glad that the elves were not in the habit of keeping dogs.

Otherwise, he would have been doomed a long time ago.

He watched the elven army walk away, and then he let out a long sigh of relief. Moaning to relax his body in the snow, the backache from holding one position for a long time made him moan.

How so?

In retrospect, Jacques Mortieret still felt that the fall of the imperial capital a few days earlier had been a complete tragedy.

The High Elves who returned to the Platinum Pagoda after a few epochs were obviously a little carried away, and after entering the city, they launched a violent cleanup, and the methods were bloody and brutal, almost destroying the Imperial people's impression of the High Elves for thousands of years of elegant and noble manners.

Jacques Mortieret remembered his lost family, his wife, his newborn child Amund.

Can we say goodbye?

Jacques Mortieret looked at the group of elven catchers who had once again walked in front of him, and his heart was full of pessimism.

All the nobles in the imperial capital who had a little status, except for the spies, followed Maider II to the north, and with the precipitous terrain of the Jeorl Mountains, the Somo people must have the idea of catching them all.

The Eighth Legion, which was responsible for the break, collapsed on all fronts, and the most elite warriors and spellcaster groups in the imperial capital escorted the emperor north, dealing with the most elite pursuers in Somo, and they couldn't take care of anyone else at all, perhaps for these people, except for the emperor, whether the other nobles could escape was not in their consideration at all.

Titus Maider II wished that the nobles of the Ancient Council, with whom he had often struggled, would die.

Jacques Mortiere lay there, thinking from his family all the way up, one of the characteristics of the nobility is that the family history is smelly and long, as a member of the ancient parliament, the history of the Mortire family can even be linked to the slave queen.

Recalling the weakening of the empire under the rule of the Maider family over the years, and now being beaten to his hometown by the Somo people, he has always been deeply puzzled by Mr. Mortire, who was still loyal to Titus Maider II.

Could it be that as the other families of the Ancient Council said, the Maider family did not have the blood of Tyber Septine the Great, and they were not qualified to become emperors because they had just relied on a moment of luck to unify the war?

He lay there, the difficult living environment caused negative energy to fill his mind, and the thoughts of rebellion kept pouring out, he gasped for a while, and while the elf walked by, he slowly crawled to the other side, he slowly crawled a few times, and suddenly heard a strange sound from the vegetation next to him.

Jacques Mortieret looked up in surprise and saw an equally panicked face in front of him:

"Princess Julia?"

He lost his voice.

The sixteen-year-old girl lay down under the snow, her face was cold and black, and when she heard the shout, her face turned a little gray.

Her pupils constricted, and Jacques Mortiere was a little embarrassed for a moment, he looked around and lifted the invisibility.

"Moti Leiqing?" the girl had a frightened look on her face.

"Go, there's a tree hole over there. ”

Pulling this troublesome girl, Jacques Mortiere had a headache, this is the most favored daughter of Maed II, and even she was left here, which shows how embarrassed the emperor is.

Breaking into front of him at this moment, it was a hot potato.

He couldn't protect himself, but he couldn't leave her alone.

He dragged Princess Julia to the bottom of a large tree on the mountainside, and gasped: "Princess, how is the front?"

"Father, father, ......" The little princess's face was full of mud, she couldn't see the beauty and ugliness, and as soon as the tears fell, it was even more messy: "The father and the emperor fled." ”

"Thank goodness. "Saying thank God, Motire secretly said MMP, Maid II actually ran away like this, if he died, he could still secretly kill this princess, and then hide alone by stealth. As soon as Maid II died, the empire was mostly finished, and no matter how dirty things he did to this unlucky princess, no one would hold him accountable afterwards.

Didn't the emperor say that he had to take this oil bottle in the mountains to avoid being chased by Somo?

Jacques Mortiere had the urge to hit his head to death.

When the princess finished speaking, her tone was a little apologetic: "I'm sorry for bothering you, please leave now, I'm no longer good." My father escaped from the trail on the hill in front of me, and this is their key search area, and I can't escape their pursuit with such an injury. ”

She held her calf, the long wound was piercing scarlet, Motilei's eyes were dark, but she could only forcibly say against her will: "Your Royal Highness, I will not abandon you." ”

He was bitter in his heart, if he could abandon it, he would definitely abandon it, but as the patriarch of the Motilei family, at this time, the old emperor came back to settle accounts, how could his people end well?

Jacques Mortire did not know that if history had not changed, after the heroic death of him and Princess Julia here, Maed II was very sad and mishandled the Mortire family, which led to the tragic end of the old emperor in Antiquity 5.

With this bitter feeling, he comforted the princess and said:

"Your Royal Highness, there are no dogs in the Somo people, and it's night again, and we have at least a few hours left to figure out a way out of the situation. ”

"I'm afraid it's too late. Princess Julia looked at the firelight in the distance, and suddenly showed a look of horror: "I remember that their pursuit team has mages who can track down their prey. ”

Jacques Mortire's heart flickered, and at that moment, he saw a red light flicker from his body, and this light appeared from the two of them, spreading on the ground towards the elven army not far away.

Jacques's soul flew into the sky, and he knew that this was a wizard with an extremely high number of wizards casting life detection spells, and when he saw that group of hundreds of elves blocked the mountain roads in all directions, his eyes began to darken.

"Cursed Somo. Princess Julia had a look of despair and realization, and she took out a dagger in her hand.

"Wait. Just as Princess Julia was about to fight desperately, Jacques's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pressed the girl's hand holding the knife: "They don't seem to be coming for us, you see they are all gone." ”

Princess Julia was skeptical, but seeing that the group of Somo people did rush south as if they had received some order, Jacques stood up boldly, and as far as the eye could see, he saw the fire erupting in the south.

"Great Acre, there are people fighting with them. ”

"What?" Princess Julia stood up in amazement, only to see bursts of fire erupt from there, and sometimes there were screams from the Somo people, and the bloody breath drifted in with the wind, and Princess Julia's face turned pale for a moment.

Jacques Mortire breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had escaped this fate, but he was puzzled by the enemies that the Somo were fighting.

"Could it be reinforcements from other directions?"

He thought to himself.

Several Somo people fled in embarrassment, their faces were frightened, their mouths kept yelling, when Jacques mentioned it in his heart, he saw a fat man with wings falling from the sky, quacking and waving the big stick in his hand, a Suomo man was hammered, and his body exploded instantly.

Princess Julia screamed loudly, the fat man killed a few elves, and when she turned around, she saw these two people hiding under the tree hole, and after a moment's pause, she began to shout, "Boss, there is someone!"

Princess Julia and Jacques' hearts trembled, and they didn't know how to react to this fat man with a strange painting style.

After a while, more winged people flew over, and Julia and Jacques turned pale for a while, and at a loss, suddenly a blonde child came out from between the winged people, looked at Princess Julia for a while, and then said tentatively: "Your Royal Highness?"

"Taber!" Julia's eyes widened, revealing a look of surprise, looking at the winged people on the left and right, and her expression became strange, "Who are they?"

Taber coughed, "Follow me first." ”

......

A group of frost dragon knights dispatched, under the watchful eye of a group of Somo people, chased and cut all the way, beating hundreds of Somo people into meat sauce, and the few surviving female elves were caught by the frost dragon knights, came back to play mods, and became the trophies of a group of dead house knights.

This process was repeated for several days, giving Bai He a rather strong sense of boredom, that is, there was no one who could fight.

He was desperate to find a place where there were many people to mine, but after two days of walking in the middle of this huge mountain range, he realized something.

In the game, the distance between two towns only takes ten minutes to walk, and the entire map may not be the size of a real city, and a large city has only a few hundred inhabitants......

How can such a thing that does not conform to the laws of reality appear in a realistic world?

Shirakawa looked at the game map and then at the mountain range he was in, and immediately realized that this mountain range was much larger than the scale in the game.

On the Elder Scrolls 4 map of Celeordill, it only takes a few minutes to get from the northern edge of the map to the town of Bruma, but White River glanced at the actual map he had confiscated, and it was still a day away from Bruma.

Easily put a mod on the mother elf captured by the frost dragon knight, and the tender greasy senior sister came out, this supernatural power release method that uses the dragon's roar mixed with magic language Bai He has become more and more proficient, and is simply nicknamed the 'dragon language magic' in YY, and now he can use the dragon roar to imitate most of the magic he knows. It's just that there's still some powerlessness for legendary spells.

The effect of the spells outside the source is a phenomenon of the world, ice is molten by fire, fire is extinguished by water, and it is not enough to escape the shackles of the rules, and the power of the root within the source sea will create ice that will remain eternal under the sun's scorching heat, just like the ice blocks that are freezing the shell of the white river.

This is where the rules cannot be defined, and the power is also the power that common sense cannot fathom.

Therefore, Bai He's high intelligence is a little helpless in the face of the seeds in the source sea, but Bai He knows that this kind of power still has rules in the final analysis. It's just that the rules of this root are far from being understood by logic.

As he gradually deepened his work with the consciousness of the world, Shirakawa realized that if a world has consciousness, it must have nerves and brains. If the root is the brain of the world, then the power of the root, which transmits the will to all parts of the universe to form rules, is the nerve of the world.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the archmage who walks on the road of legend claims that his job is to grab the nerves of the world.

The primordial power in the Elder Scrolls is quite similar in nature to the power in the Source Sea, closer to the root of the world, but the primordial power in the Dragon Roar gift package given to Shirakawa by this world is obviously a little thin, not enough for him to get a glimpse of the true form of the primordial power.

The frost dragon knight came back from killing a group of elves, and led a bunch of female elves who were as unmotivated as the mourning examinees into the camp, and their expressions were overjoyed, like baboons who had successfully mated, just waiting for the boss to send a benefit, shoot a mod, and you can drag a female elf back to the tent to have a good time.

Bai He inquired about Secid, who had been engaged in surveying and mapping, calculated the distance, and learned the location of the nearby Somo people from the high-altitude frost dragon knight scouts, and knew in his heart that under the unremitting blows in the past two days, the elves of Bruma Town had realized that something had happened in the mountains, and the possibility of continuing to encounter the scattered Somo army was extremely low, and the next battle was probably a decisive battle.

At this point, Shirakawa began to doubt the Frost Dragon Knight's combat prowess.

The town of Bruma is small and not enough to garrison too many troops, and the southern plateau is a good place to gather large armies, and most of the base camps of the Somo pursuit troops are there, if the Somo people notice the strangeness in the mountains and start a group defense, there may be tens of thousands of Somo people and a large number of elite wizards in this camp, among which there may be legendary mages and other characters, three golden skins, and 22 tabula rasa frost dragon knights Whether they can win steadily is still a big question.

However, seeing the scattered imperial soldiers fleeing in the mountains that he had picked up in the wilderness these days, Bai He suddenly had an idea:

Why not start serving now?