Rex has long been familiar with the prestige of the Tiger King and the supreme ruler of the City of Thorns, Thor Amuron. www.biquge.info He thinks that there is a 50 percent success rate in assassinating such a goal alone, but it is a bit reluctant to save a person from such a strong and huge country. If the rescue operation fails and the prince is killed, it will undoubtedly be a disaster, both for the Empire and the Brotherhood. Therefore, he must be fully prepared, find some reliable helpers, and be 100% sure in order to rescue the prince Keith without fail.

Rex sifted through the heroes he knew, and Babas, the patron saint of the goddess of wisdom, Klaas Lily, became his first target. According to rumors, Babas is a giant wolf with a permanent life, can fight like a warrior, and does not die, so it is undoubtedly the best choice to ask him as a companion.

However, at the moment, he does not know the exact location of Barbas. Moreover, the information obtained from the memories of the Night Mother was only a vague fragment. I only know that a century ago, Babas participated in the invasion war of the Nine Demon Gods against the otherworldly dragon Deathwing, and then Babas disappeared from the goddess, that's all.

Although there was no more information to know, he was determined to find it. There are more books about the war in the old Imperial Library, and perhaps you can find an account of Barbas. He decided to go to the Empire to search for Barbas first.

The forests of the Skyrim Continent are always full of unknown dangers, and you need to be vigilant at all times when traveling. It is not uncommon to see caravanserais, horses, or bare bones lying on the side of the road. In the dense forests of silver needles, brown bears or wild wolves are often seen, attacking lone passers-by. Wolves not only bite off their heads, but also tear their bodies apart, scattering their entrails and meat crumbs in the bushes on the roadside, attracting other animals to feed and besiege them.

At the intersection of Morrowind and the Empire, there is a group of snow-capped mountains called the Hrosga Mountains, where snow wolves not only attack humans, but also hunt elk or kill each other to feed themselves, during the winter months when food is scarce.

Rex had been riding all morning, and the sky was completely clear. So he slowed down and rode his horse along the forest avenue. Suddenly, there was a sound of stumbling footsteps coming from the bushes on the side of the road, and Rex's nerves tensed subconsciously, "There are robbers?" he guessed in his mind.

Stopping and rolling down, the Nightingale Blade took out the specially shaped dagger at his waist, the Nightingale's Blade, and approached the row of bushes lightly, ready to stab at the enemy who pounced on him. With a whoosh, a brown elk jumped out from behind the bushes, leaped over Rex's head, and ran forward for its life, running beyond what it thought was a safe distance, glancing back at Rex, and quickly burrowing into another bush.

Rex let out a long sigh of relief, his nervousness suddenly relaxed, and he tucked the blade back into the scabbard at his waist. "Damn elk, pray that you don't touch me next time, or I'll slaughter you for barbecue." ”

He mounted his horse and continued on his way. The road was hard, the air was calm, and he walked forward lonely, the sun had shed its clear outline of the morning, and now it was hot and shining, and its brilliance blended faintly into the blue sky, and the beautiful snow-white clouds slowly swam past it. Everything in the forest is so quiet except for the birdsong. The crimson roses and purple agaves on the ground are clustered together and grow all over the forest. A few yellow-brown butterflies, occasionally resting on the flowers, spread their wings as if they were some special petals.

The road had been winding its way through a pine needle forest, and after an hour's walk on the road, Rex stopped at a narrow mountain path that went up, and led his horse along the mountain path over a hill, where he came across a relatively flat river. Rex stood by the river on horseback, shielding his hands from the sun and looking into the distance, only to see the river pouring down from the snow-capped mountains farther away, winding down the river. The sound of the river is non-stop and crystal clear, and schools of perch chase and play in the water.

Rex felt sparks in his throat and eyes, and his dry throat seemed to stick together, unable to breathe properly. He rolled over and jumped down on the stirrup, galloped to the river, knelt on the ground, bent his hands together in a spoon-shape, scooped up the river and drank it violently. It wasn't until half of his stomach was filled with water that he felt the unbearable pain subside. He felt a little tired, so he picked a clean stone and sat down, intending to rest for a while and wait for his strength to recover before setting off.

Shadowmare dragged away and walked slowly to the river, stretched its neck and put its mouth into the river, cooing and drinking the water, her tail flicking back and forth from side to side. Rex looked at the Nightmare who was drinking water and couldn't help but say, "I'm so sorry to have worked you every time, my old fellow!"

Shadowmare, who was drinking water, seemed to understand Rex's words of comfort, looked up this way, and let out a long cry of joy.

Looking at the blue sky, he was relaxed and happy, and felt indescribably comfortable in his body and mind. So he lay down, and he closed his eyes, and felt as if the whole world had disappeared. The murmur of running water, the breathing of the Nightmare, and the leap of fish in the water slowly sounded in his ears. His heart had never been so calm, and he was amazed at how he felt at that moment.

A chirp from Shadowmare shattered his fugue. Pulling him back to reality from his beautiful fantasy, he opened his eyes, felt that his strength was almost restored, and rode on his horse. Crossing this unknown river and walking a little further upward, you will come to the Gikal Plain.

The Kikal Plains is a piece of land on the border of the Morrowind, flat terrain with almost no hills. The long hours of sunshine on the plains meant that the huge pine needle trees were unable to absorb more water and perished, and the trees on the plains shrank into dwarf thorn bushes in order to adapt to the changing environment. In addition to the thorns that are connected together, the most striking thing is the thorn grass that grows on the ground, and the thorn grass climbs the rock and spreads upward, as if to cloak the stone.

Travel on the plains and see the giants' camps. This is the home of ancient giants. The Ancient Giants are a race that has survived since the beginning of the world, retaining the advantages of the ancient era, such as their tall size and immense strength, but also inheriting the disadvantages of slow movement.

Fighting against the short, nimble modern race, they have never been able to win. As a result, their population had to gather on the plains and live in interdependence with woolly mammoths. Huge mammoths and giants are both products of the same era, and mammoths are both their pets and the best means of transporting supplies.

Normally, these mammoths are docile and peaceful, but when they are attacked, the herd will surround the enemy and violently attack each other with two thick tusks, displaying great destructive power. Some of the inferior robbers would attack them and exchange the ivory they had obtained for gold.

In most cases, bandits are almost fatal if they attack them.

Standing at the intersection of the plains and flat, Rex looked out and saw several snow-capped mountains looming at the edge of the sky. The blue sky and the golden earth are divided by snow-capped mountains, forming a beautiful landscape.

Rex was gazing at the scenery intently, when suddenly, a man in a cloak came galloping from a short distance ahead, stopped a foot in front of him, holding an iron shield in his left hand and a short dagger in his right, and shouted, "If you know you, hand over your purse and your horses." Otherwise, I'll kill you!"

Rex came back to his senses and lowered his head slightly, trying to get a quick glance at the masked thief's face. But he was very well covered, and he could only see a pair of round eyes. Rex calmly shouted, "Get out!"

His roar was obviously not enough to deter the thief, who was very displeased to see Rex's tough attitude. Anxiously scolded, "Damn stinky boy, so ignorant, see that I slaughtered you, and then collect your money and horses!" After speaking, he rushed over with a dagger.

Rex rolled and dismounted to meet the battle, and when the thief's dagger was about to stab in front of him, he easily dodged on one side. At the same time, both hands quickly grabbed the arm stretched out by the thief, and pulled it back hard, and the thief was thrown out like a ball, and rolled twice on the ground before stopping, and he sat on the ground. The iron shield in his hand was also thrown to the side. Surprised, the thief stared at Rex for a moment, then quickly got up, and then, the cloak covering his head fell down, revealing a pair of furry ears. Rex said contemptuously, "Oh!

The tiger man was enraged by Rex's attitude, and a purring roar came out of his throat. Staring sharply at Rex, he spun around and pounced again, the dagger in his hand poked directly at Rex's neck.

Rex didn't panic, only flashed slightly to the side, once again avoiding the tigerman's attack. At the same time, he pulled out the Nightingale Blade from his waist. The tiger man squatted on the ground after jumping, and his entire back was exposed in front of Rex, and before Rex could get up, the snow-white blade had already pierced his back, and Rex pushed harder, and the blade immediately pierced through his body and came out of his chest. Blood poured out of the puncture like a stream, dripping down the folds of the garment and dripping to the ground.

"Stunned!" the tiger man snorted, clutching his wounds and falling to the ground in confusion. Rex pulled the dagger out of the corpse and placed it on the tigerman's head and wiped it back and forth, removing the blood from the blade. Then sheathed his sword, and he walked back to Shadowmare, mounted his horse, and continued eastward.