Rex traveled west, without telling anyone. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He also doesn't want the Brotherhood to know his whereabouts. As for the rules and controls of the Night Mother, Rex is very afraid from the bottom of his heart. Since the failure of her mission to free Keith, Tyri Alice has lost all faith in him. He hasn't been kicked out of the Brotherhood yet, but that's a matter of time.

Most of the members of the Brotherhood showed cold hostility towards him, and Engil's hostility was more full, direct, and clear. After Cicero's captivity, he felt lonely, they were indifferent to him, and their only greetings were superficial and polite. Although Sahn and Serena are friends that they can't part with, they can't help themselves, and they can't disobey the orders of the Night Mother.

He didn't get an answer to the real reason why Cicero was imprisoned by the Night Mother, but he had already guessed the result in his heart. Rex heeded Cicero's advice and planned to go to Graybeard for help. If he returns to Shadingher, he will have to continue to live in obscurity, bad, and disappointed. Now, with a new choice, he feels that his life is no longer gloomy, and a few rays of sunshine have shone in.

Despite the fact that the hike is tiring and even exhausting. Rex still insisted on making his way to his destination, and without the help and companionship of Shadows, he walked very slowly. He prayed in his heart for good fortune, hoping to come across the carriage that transported between the Empire and Morrowind, and for a small fee, he could easily reach the villages and towns near Mount Hrosga.

A late summer storm swept through the Kinai Forest, and the sky was dark, with only lightning dancing in the clouds. The rain poured down a narrow channel that was ankle-deep, and Rex walked along the mountain path along the river. The torrential rain drenched his clothes, crumpled and tightly wrapped around his body, and the roughness of his skin touching his underwear made his pores tighten and he felt uncomfortable. When the leather armor gets soaked in the rain, it becomes swollen.

He climbed the high river embankment through the mud and found an inn named Frost Moon at the western end of the Kinai Forest, at the intersection with the city leading to the Hundred Flowers. "Wait for the storm to subside, and then continue to Mount Hrosga. He said silently in his heart.

Warm and dry, Rex's first impression when he stepped into the Frost Moon Inn. The waitresses were busy back and forth, bringing the food and drinks to the table in front of each diner, and the inn was a busy scene. Rex picked a relatively quiet spot to sit down, and a young waitress walked over the counter. She smiled politely at Rex, her expression calm and eager, but not enthusiastic, restrained well, and kept to a level of comfort.

She was a gray-skinned elf with the same pointed ears as Rex. The eyes are large, and the color of the eyeballs is a beautiful red, clear like a jewel. She greeted Rex in a special way, "I suggest you take off your wet clothes and give them to us, and Brin will dry your clothes by the fire." If you keep the status quo, you'll soon fall ill from the cold. "Her enthusiastic offer.

"That's exactly what I want to ask you for," Rex laughed dryly, "Do you have any dry clothes for me to wear?"

"Yes, Your Highness. She replied, "I'll go to Brin to borrow a piece of clothing, if you don't mind wearing his stuff." ”

"Thank you, good goddess. Rex complimented.

"My name is Theo Bravelly, you can call me Theo. She laughs.

Before leaving, Theo took the kettle and went up the stairs to the second floor. Before waiting for the waitress to return, Rex carefully observed the diners in the inn or the people who were taking shelter from the rain. This sudden storm drove adventurers, merchants, hunters, farmers, warriors, magicians, and people of all professions into the inn.

A bard, he had heard him play in the city of flowers. At this moment, the poet is playing a cheerful old tune, and people are clapping his hands. It wasn't the first time he had seen such a joyous scene, he had seen it in the Hunter's Tavern.

He also saw a depressed elf woman, sitting alone at a table away from the noise, and a waitress brought her drink, to which the elf smiled gratefully. Only then did he discover that the woman was carrying a newborn in her arms.

Rex also noticed that a burly, serious-looking Imperial man in a white cloak was sitting across from him. He was sullen and anxious, as if he was bothered by something, disgusted and irritated by the minstrels' music.

Rex wiped the water from his face with a dry cloth and waited for Theo to bring him dry clothes.

"Hey, something happened, something happened. Attention, everybody, the demons are coming!" shouted an empire hunter as he staggered through the door and ran in. He succeeded in attracting everyone's attention, and the bard stopped singing and looked at the hunter with one hand on the strings.

Rex looked towards the door and saw that the hunter was soaked, his feet were muddy, and the water was dripping rapidly from his clothes.

"Don't be in a hurry, speak slowly, hunter. What went wrong?" asked the innkeeper.

"I... , I found some cases with... , fellow citizens. There's a group of bone demons nearby!" the hunter stammered, "Absolutely, there's an army of skeletons coming towards the inn. ”

"Are you sure?" asked the innkeeper.

The hunter bent over and panted, nodding frantically.

In the inn, the laughter and laughter came to an abrupt end, and everyone held their breath. The whole world is left with the sound of a storm. Everyone sat or stood at a loss.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the door of the inn was smashed. At the same time, a jet-black demon giant sword pierced the hunter's body, and he screamed miserably, and the whole person was lifted. Rex could see clearly that Skeleton Overseer Garrick was wearing old iron armor with a pointed helmet and his eyes sparkling. He pulled the greatsword out of the hunter's body, and the body was dropped on the ground. A grim sneer at the room full of people.

At this time, the crowd cried out like crazy and fled for their lives. The whole tavern was in chaos, the maids screamed in fear, and in front of Rex, the guests and waitresses were in chaos. Several warriors and hunters took up arms and prepared to fight to the death.

Rex noticed a strange change in the crowd. I had seen the female elf holding the child before, the imperial man, and there was a terrifying change. They stood up and laughed triumphantly, their faces falling off piece by piece like cracked bark. In an instant, the skeleton was restored to its original form.

Then, the windows of the inn were also smashed, and the sound of the wooden windows bursting irritated people's nerves. Skeletons with hatches and axes roared at the crowd on all sides of the house. The women huddled in the corner in fear and began to cry and shout in despair.

"You deceitful, hypocritical, filthy mortals, get ready to be cleansed by your soul. Death will purify you and purify your souls. Hehehe!" Overseer Garrick chuckled haughtily.

As soon as he gave the order, the skeleton soldier began to slaughter the crowd with his axe. Rex drew his Nightingale's blade and clenched the hilt of his sword and charged at the group of killers.

This situation made him more courageous, and he developed a strong will after years of fighting. The words fear, fear, and withdrawal were all erased from the dictionary. He'd seen the way the skeletons fought when they were slaying down the tigermen. As long as you avoid the sawtooth axes and don't get hurt by them, you can easily cut off the skull. Skeletons move slowly and do a lot of damage. For an Assassin like Rex, who won with speed, there was a natural advantage to fighting them.

As a result, even with the Skeleton Overseer in command, Rex was able to easily slay down the bone soldiers. Warriors and hunters alike fought as hard as they could, protecting the women and teenagers in the room and giving them a place of refuge in the chaos of the battlefield.

The bard crawled forward on his knees in fright, and at some point, he was already hiding behind the inn counter. He closed his eyes and read the scriptures as his mouth raced, asking for the protection of Magsta, the god of war.

The remaining warriors and hunters formed a procession, protecting the surviving women and children from the broken windows of the skeletons. Overturned candles and torches lit the curtains, and red flames burned wildly inside the house. Broken tables, dead hunters, and bones were all engulfed in flames.

Piercing screams, cries, heartbreaking.

Rex spotted two skeleton soldiers, limping and walking towards the bard with their axes. The noise could no longer affect his mind, and Rex decided to save the poet. He walked briskly through the clutter of the crowd toward the counter.

The bard felt very sensitive, he already smelled danger. When I looked up and opened my eyes, I was startled by what I saw. Fear was overwhelming, and he lost the courage to resist, and his whole body trembled and could not stand up. Living faith strongly dominates the will and requires him to escape from dangerous circumstances. He crawled sideways on the ground, towards the window where the crowd had fled.

The skeleton soldier was in hot pursuit, shouting behind him, axes whirring. Now, as they sped up, one of the skeletons' axe had been cut off and aimed at the poet's waist.

"Not good. He exclaimed, "The bard is going to be finished this time." Rex thought to himself. Although he ran past, he still tripped over the corpse under his feet. He only knocked down one of the skeletons, while the other slashed and slashed, and blood splattered everywhere.

The poet screamed, and fell to the ground twitching and trembling. Rex saw that his left ankle had been severed by an axe, and a large amount of blood was sprayed out, coating the ground. The severed left foot flew up, somersaulting in the air, and fell to the ground and glided for a short distance before stopping.

It's too late, it's too soon. Rex quickly cut off the head of the downed skeleton, then turned back to deal with the skeleton that had chopped off the poet's left foot. The skeleton raised its black axe and unleashed a storm of attacks on Rex.

The nightingale made a "jingle bell" sound in the confrontation between the two weapons. "I'm going to destroy you, rotten bones. Rex shouted to the skeletons.