In the morning light, three figures rode their horses in the dappled Kenai Forest, and they kept moving in the same direction. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Gray mist shrouded the entire forest, and the road ahead was barely visible to the naked eye.

The three of them looked solemn and rode their horses intently, without any sign of wanting to communicate. Their expressions were serious and their atmosphere was dull.

At the front was an elven youth in his twenties, who looked very young. The skin is pale yellow, the face is emaciated, the cheekbones are prominent, and the amber eyes are as beautiful as jewels, and the eyes are so sharp that they seem to be able to see through everything. The two eyebrows were stubbornly raised towards the temples like a sword, and a heroic spirit was revealed between the eyebrows. He had thick brown curls, all wrapped under the elven helmet, and only a strand of hair refused to accept the fate of being suppressed, stubbornly hanging down from his forehead and fluttering in the wind.

The young man's lips were a little chapped and had begun to peel because of the lack of water. He subconsciously sticks out his tongue and licks his lips to keep them moist, which will make him feel more comfortable. The young man was dressed in a feathered elf armor cast in brass, and a short sword of special shape pinned to his waist, the elven armor shone in the morning light, making him look even more heroic.

Immediately behind the elves was an Imperial Youth. He has fine black hair characteristic of the Empire, a dark complexion, almond-shaped eyes with gray eyeballs under thick, thick eyebrows, and a slightly high nose that gives people an arrogant look when they look up and speak. His lips were thin and thin, and they were extremely out of place for that handsome face.

The young men of the empire are small in size, but they are very athletic. He wears an animal skin armor with an iron buckle, and a wide belt is tied around his waist, and in the middle of the belt is riveted an iron disc with a pegasus carved motif.

He was younger and more energetic than the elven youth in front of him. However, his thigh was wounded and bandaged with a white bandage, and a little blood was bleeding from it. He was hunched on his back and looked tired.

The third man was also an Imperial Youth, about twenty years old, quietly riding a horse and following the back of the line. His hair, complexion, and eyes were identical to those of his companion in front of him, except that he was a little taller and thin, and his fur cloak was extremely incommensurate with the fur cloak he wore, and the whole person looked exaggerated and comical.

He carried a longbow reserved for Imperial soldiers, a few remaining arrows stuck in his quiver, and a white bandage on his shoulder, a wound that seemed to weigh heavily on him. He clutched his wound with his right hand, a painful look on his face, and staggered on his horse.

"Thank you, friend, for saving both of us, otherwise we would have lost our lives at the hands of Moina!" the Imperial Youth, who was walking in the middle, broke the silence and said weakly.

"That's right, you saved our lives!" the Imperial youth at the back echoed in a low voice.

"You're welcome, you guys, I just happened to be passing by. Seeing you being attacked by an evil witch, I came to my aid, and I was unexpected. The elven youth turned back to the two behind him.

The imperial youth in the middle squeezed out a smile in embarrassment, stretched out again, and comforted himself, "No matter what, I finally escaped death!"

The elven youth hurried his horse and asked, "Who are you two, and how can you be attacked by an evil witch like Moina?"

The two of them were silent again, bowing their heads and deliberately avoiding the young man's question.

Seeing this, the elven youth said helplessly, "If you don't want to say it, you don't have to care." ”

The young man of the empire in the middle seemed to be very embarrassed to speak, biting his lip and saying, "Okay, okay, for the sake of you who saved us, I'll tell you the truth, the two of us are killers from a mysterious organization in the Morrowind Country, and we have been commissioned to come here to eliminate Moina." ”

When the elven youth heard him say "mysterious organization", he had already guessed in his heart that they were members of the Dark Brotherhood, but he didn't say it, and still pretended to be curious and asked, "Can you tell me what kind of organization it is?"

The Imperial youth in the middle looked at his companion with an inquiring gaze, and the two reached an agreement through a brief eye contact. He said, "I hope you don't be surprised, it's the Dark Brotherhood! ”

"Hmm!" the elf replied calmly. After looking at them carefully for a while, he frowned and said, "Junior Assassin, then you should be in the training ground of Shadinghel, not in the Misty Forest!"

The two of them were not surprised, very curious that this strange young man of their age actually knew the name of the shelter. The imperial youth in the middle asked vigilantly, "Who are you, how do you know about Shadinhull?"

A mysterious smile rose at the corner of the elven youth's mouth, and instead of answering the Imperial people's question, he asked, "What are the names of you two?"

Although the Imperial youth was quite dissatisfied, he still replied truthfully, "My name is Epley Ville, and he is Rim Artis." ”

"Oh...!It turned out to be a new member, no wonder it felt strange. The elf looked like he had come to his senses. "Oh, I forgot to tell you my name, my name is Rex!"

"Rex?" said Will and Artis, their eyes wide open in disbelief of their ears, and Will, fearing that he had misheard, hurriedly confirmed, "Is it Septin?"

"Well, that's right, it's me!" Rex nodded.

After receiving a definite answer, the two of them instantly became excited, standing on horseback and cheering loudly. I was tired just now, but now I am full of energy. Will excitedly shouted, "We are so lucky to have not only met the hero in our hearts, but also saved our lives by you." ”

"I know it must be a blessing from heaven. Artis grinned and prayed.

Rex pursed his lips and said disdainfully, "Hero, that's bad news, I hope I won't ruin your lives." ”

"Why, we all adore you, you are the idol of every new member, and in the shelter of Shadinhel, everyone is telling your story, about the heroic deeds of the twelve magicians of Winterhold. Will babbled.

"Oh, there's such a thing. ”

"Well, we're all familiar with it. Your story is so wonderful that people love it so much that they even wrote it into a book. After speaking, Will took out the book from his bosom and handed it to Rex in front of him.

Rex took the book and held it in his hand, and saw that it was already a little worn, the cover read "The Legend of the Assassins", and the book lived up to its name, and on the frontispiece, it was a carving of a young man in elven armor, holding a short sword in both hands and holding it on his chest.

He burst out laughing, "Well, I believe it's true. He said, "Thank you for believing in me so unconditionally." ”

"When my life was confused, I was miserable, hopeless, and even hated myself. He said, "At this time, I read your story, which was like a bright light that lit the path of my life, so that I did not lose myself." ”

"Uh, okay! I hope my story will really help you. Rex said.

"I'm going through the same situation as Will, no one in this world wants to be mediocre. Artis interjected with an expression not to be left behind.

Rex said, "I can understand your confusion, but it is also a necessary experience in life, just deal with it calmly." And then?"

"Later, Artis and I asked the Nightmother for a mission to destroy Moina, and we arrived in the Misty Forest. Weir said.

"I never expected that Moina's spells were so powerful, and the two of us were no match for her at all. Artis's expression was embarrassed.

"Moyna is only a low-level witch, but she has always lived in the wild, and she still has a lot of experience in various battles. You have no actual combat experience, and it's too hard to destroy her!"

"It seems that we still need to do more training to make sure we live long. Will stuck out his tongue and grimaced.

"That's true, I don't want to die so early. Artis said.