The Collection of The End

——4E, 201, Last Seed Moon, 19th, 20:00——

The climate of Skyrim is cold, and half of the area is covered with snow all the year round. Even if the Nords are naturally cold-resistant, it does not mean that they are willing to endure the cold all the time. Therefore, most Nords will have a firepit in their houses. In the inn and even the longhouse of the lord, the most striking thing at a glance is the blazing firepit in the middle of the house.

Maybe outsiders will question whether it is too dangerous to build a fire pit in the house, but in fact, these fire pits are the first things that the Nords build when they build a house. They first determine the location of the fire pit, and then use it around. Wood and stone are used to build the frame of the house designed to match it. When a new house is officially completed, the firepit in the middle of it is lit to signal completion. The homeowner, his friends and builders will hold a celebration banquet around it.

The base camp of the comrades-in-arms group, the "Moonvaska" longhouse, also known as the Mead Hall, is located on the high ground in the north of the winding area. It is the second tallest building in Snowman. With all the measures, it looks like a city within a city, and in fact it is - it existed before Snowman was officially established.

When Arthur walked into the Yuevaska hall, what he saw was a huge round fire pond burning blazingly and many tables and chairs surrounding it. This kind of picture gave him a strong sense of sight, a certain impression The pitch-black figure who kept screaming "A—————" gradually became clear, and at the same time, another slender figure with blonde hair and blue eyes became clear. He/she was wielding a two-handed sword and wearing heavy armor, but the color But I can't be sure, it seems to be pure white and it seems to be blue or even black.

"Oh, this kind of situation is actually not common," Ella seemed to misunderstand the reason for Arthur's frown, and explained aloud: "We generally don't have any differences in tasks, because the division of labor is different, but the newcomers are probably because Competing for the same task and not giving in to each other, that's how it ends up."

"Drink!" "Strong!" "Smash him!" "Punch!"

In the corner of the spacious hall, a brawl was taking place, which was described by the Xueman guards as "with Nord characteristics". The two sides were a brown-haired man who looked like an imperial man, and a tall Nord woman. The spectators booed and cheered from time to time.

Perhaps in other provinces of the Septim Empire, there is an argument like "You beat a woman, are you a man", but in Skyrim Province, similar words become "You can't even beat a woman, are you worthy of being a man?", so Thinking about it, those red guard scimitars who were beaten away by Satya are very tragic. Even if the Xueman guards don't prohibit them from entering the city, I'm afraid they won't have the face to come back.

"Aunt Tirma—" Lia flew into the arms of an old woman with gray hair who was still calm even though there was a fight over there. Although Lia should call her grandma according to Lia's age, Arthur looked at her With a single glance, he decided to give up the plan to remind—the sharp eyes did not look like a twilight old man at all.

"That's Artis and Nigada Stonearm," Wells further explained the battle situation: "They don't like the tasks of driving wild beasts, maintaining law and order, and protecting caravans, and most of them are for a task of cleaning up the bandit camp Fight."

"So aren't they usually free?" Arthur questioned. Although he only cleaned up two or three groups of robbers, he knew very well that most of them had no good targets to rob. There were guards in towns and caravans, and they dared to go alone. Pedestrians on the road are either penniless or powerful, and their activities are more illegal mining, mammoth poaching and tomb robbery, and the lord generally does not issue arrest warrants for such robbers.

"Maybe, I've always disliked missions that required fighting with others," Ella responded, taking two steps forward at the same time: "You two! Come to an end, we have guests!"

When the woman named Nicada heard the words, her movements immediately became swift and powerful,

Three consecutive uppercuts hit Artis on the face, knocking him to the ground: "As far as you are concerned, you should honestly do the safe task, anyway, no matter how much you earn, you will give it to me when you turn around." That guy Satya is right."

Although it felt like there was a story in it, it was better not to ask, Arthur turned to look at the other onlookers.

Except for those who looked like ordinary comrades-in-arms, there were only four people who caught Arthur's attention. First, the two male soldiers who looked like Wells were walking. They might be three brothers, and then a Sitting in the corner, looking at everyone in the hall with a look of caring for the younger generation, a kind old man with white beard and hair, but in good spirits, and sitting next to him, who was still vigilant even though he was in the base camp, and was blind in one eye , a dangerous-looking bald man.

"Hey, Wells, I heard that you single-handedly killed a six-meter-tall giant?" "Although there are rumors that there is water, at least one head is about four meters high. Are you injured?" Wells' brothers walked away. When he came over, the bold-looking one gave him a hug directly, while the more serious one stood aside and asked.

"Uh, this is Arthur, who helped us defeat the giant, and these are my two older brothers, Farkas and Wilkas," Wells, who was the smallest, struggled to introduce to both parties.

"Well... it sounds like you guys should have a brother named Fass." Arthur joked at them.

"Ha, the old man of our family had this plan, but unfortunately he died in the war between the empire and the elves." Farkas said.

"..." Arthur was silent for a while. It is not appropriate to say sorry or pretend not to care at this time. After all, more than 20 years have passed since the war, but its influence has continued to this day, even he himself Orphans of that war—although this one is doubtful.

"I'm going to take Arthur to see Krakow," Ella said loudly to help several embarrassed people: "I think you have a lot to say to Wells."

"Ah, yes, okay, you guys, take care of yourself." Farkas was punched several times by his brothers before he realized what he was talking nonsense, grinning his teeth and leading Wells to the residential area.

"Yuevaska's residential area is the basement below the honey wine hall. It is the residence of all comrades in arms. It also has excellent defense functions. Even if the main entrance is breached from the outside, the difficulty of entering the residential area will not decrease. It will increase instead," Ella looked at the direction where the three Wells brothers left, and said to Arthur: "Let's go see Kraco Whitemane now, he is our prophet, and you can only stay if he agrees. come down."

"Wait, I'm just staying here for one night, and I'll leave after reporting to the lord. There's no need to meet any big shots." Arthur was inexplicably a little apprehensive about the mysterious old man with white hair.

"Hey, that's not okay. Entering Moonvaska means that you have a relationship with the comrades-in-arms group. You can either join us to enjoy good wine, or lie out as an enemy." Ayla grabbed Arthur's arm armor to prevent him from escaping.

"Is there no third way?" Arthur didn't intend to escape, but just remembered the reaction of those Xueman guards before - you walked with the comrades in arms, you chose a bright future - that's it, it seems It has become a tradition for them to abduct people.

"Of course there are," Ella pulled Arthur towards the white-haired old man and the bald man in the corner of the hall: "If you fail the test or are rejected by Kraco, you can leave at will, but you are not allowed to take another step .”

Such a person must be despised by the whole city, Arthur quietly rolled his eyes.

"Ella, what kind of person did you bring?" The bald one-eyed man looked at Arthur: "Although he looks like a warrior, he walks like a farmer or a hunter."

"I promise he's strong, Cisco Moon," Ella let go and tapped the recessed part of Arthur's armor: "He can single-handedly fight a giant without losing the wind."

"That's what you said last time when you introduced Artis and Usgaard, a bandit who can single-handedly take out an entire lair, and a robber who can subdue a saber-toothed tiger with his bare hands," Cisco stared at Arthur with his only remaining one eye: "But Ah Tees is a stalker, and Usgard fights with fists—couldn't he just outrun giants?"

"That's right, I was a hunter before, and I was good at escaping. That cumbersome guy couldn't catch up with me at all, and was taken care of by Wells and Ella." Arthur had nothing to hide when he was directly guessed.

"Hmm..." Hearing Arthur's words, Cisco Yue was also stunned for a moment, and he seemed to have no other place to criticize.

"Hehe, young man, come to me." The old man with white beard and hair, who should be Krakow Whitemane, waved to Arthur.

"Craco, I think we have recruited too many unknown soldiers recently," Cisco Yue said to the old man with his head tilted, "Not only do they need a long time of training, but they also lack experience. I still insist that we should recruit those fighters who have been famous for a long time. "

"Sometimes famous people will come to join us to realize their ideals, and there will also be young people with ideals who come to us to seek fame," the old man replied: "It doesn't matter, their hearts are the most important."

"Very good." At this time Arthur was standing in front of the old man, and Kraco Whitemane stared at him for a moment with his deep and wise blue eyes: "I saw a man who was extremely tough, indomitable, full of strength and had firm beliefs." Soul, tell me, what ideal do you want to achieve?"

"Wow, this is the first time I've heard Kraco use more than two words to describe someone's soul." Ella exclaimed softly.

ideal? Arthur frowned slightly. He was just a hunter. Although he was inexplicably involved in the dispute between the Imperial Legion and Stormcloak, and came to Xueman to report to help Ximu Town, and obtained some kind of extraordinary power, he did not have any subjective wishes , As for what happened after reporting the letter, he really didn't have time to plan.

"Sorry, old sir, I haven't thought of that yet." Arthur finally shook his head.

"Then set a closer goal first." The old man smiled: "How about improving your skills to the point where you can actually defeat the giant head-on? It's still early for bedtime, maybe you can go to the martial arts field to compete with Cisco. "