The Collection of The End

——4E, 201, Last Seed Moon, 28th, 21:00——

"Grandpa Krakow! Tell a story!" "The story—"

In the Yuevaska residential area, Kraco Whitemane reluctantly put down the book in his hand to deal with the pounce of the two little girls.

Since all the main members of the comrades-in-arms group went out to perform missions two days ago, "Wild Eagle" Tilma has been showing no kindness to him. After all, he promised her to keep at least two members of the circle in Xueman in case of emergencies. Therefore, she left Ria and Sophie to take care of herself, and she had no complaints.

The problem is that he hasn't taken care of children for decades. Ria usually follows Ella, looking like a young man, but when he meets a friend of the same age (?), he directly changes his personality, at least pestering her. He asked to tell a story, which he would never do before.

"Story, let's continue with the history of Snowrun City." Kraco reached for the row of Snowman Chronicles on the bookshelf next to him. Although Tilma had thrown him a lot of fairy tale books, he even If I read it, I can't help but question the unreasonableness of those stories: Why is Dagon always doing it no matter what conspiracy? Mara showed up so casually just to give an ordinary girl a beautiful dress? How could Hircine dress like an old lady? This story must have been written by those hag-crows.

"Well, okay," Riya watched Kraco flip through the chronicle, and said beside him, "but we don't want to listen to Olaf's story!"

"Yeah!" Sophie nodded repeatedly.

As an old man with rich experience, Krakow naturally has a way to tell boring historical stories vividly and interestingly, but the problem is that they are too vivid. Leah still listened to how Numinex was captured by various agencies, but Sophie was frightened and cried, and Kraco belatedly remembered that she was actually a young dragon.

"Okay, don't talk." The old man continued to flip through the book.

If it is the early days of Xueman's establishment, it is natural to avoid the deeds of one-eyed Olaf and his five hundred heroes fighting the dragon. In modern times, the story of how the old friend Balgruuf established his position in the province of Skyrim must be a little girl. I don't want to listen, so I can only talk about the history of the comrades-in-arms group against the elves. At least neither of them has sharp ears.

"You've seen Ella's ears and tail, haven't you?" Kraco asked.

"Hmm! Sister Ella is a werewolf, and so are the other uncles! You can't tell others about this!" Lia replied, and made a shh gesture with her finger up.

"Papa Arthur is not a werewolf!" Sophie retorted.

"Well, that's right." Although there are some problems with the title, Kraco naturally won't be serious with the little girl: "What I'm going to tell today is the story of the first werewolf in the comrades group, 'Tifeg'."

In order to prevent the girls from asking other strange questions, the old man took out a transparent light blue bead and held it in the palm of his hand, which instantly attracted their attention.

"This is the legendary weapon once owned by the comrades-in-arms group, the orb inlaid on the battle ax 'Wuslad'," as Kraco said, it began to emit bursts of blue light, forming a double-edged giant in the air. The virtual image of the axe.

"And he was 'Tifeg', the pioneer of the comrades-in-arms group at that time." The virtual image changed again, and a two-handed giant ax was held in the hands of a tall, brown-haired and blue-eyed Nord male. The steel helmet and armor reveal a sense of being strong on the outside but dry in the middle.

This scene is Wusrad's last memory. Although there is no sound, the dialogue in it has been fully restored after many times of watching, analyzing mouth patterns, and deducing historical data. But of course the original words cannot be told to the little girl Listen, because those hag-crows use very indecent words.

"'Tifeg, have you finally decided? Accept our power?' the witch asked Tiffeg,

A female phantom with arms made of wings and legs made of eagle claws appeared in front of Tiffeg. Kraco tried to lip-sync, although the girls were already attracted by this form of story and couldn't notice it.

"'I still have the strength to fight one last time, and I won't pin all my hopes on you witches'"

"'Hehehe—but you came anyway, which proves that you have little faith in that power, doesn't it?'"

"'If I could solve my own problems, I would never use your powers, witches.'"

In just two sentences, Kraco had to adjust five or six words by himself, and once again suspected that maybe Hircine cursed because of the words they used in prayer.

However, this kind of storytelling method in which the pictures are played and only the dubbing is relatively easy, at least I don’t have to describe the environment, the clothes of the characters and the results of the actions, and the girls listening to the story are still very happy.

In the end, Tifeg obtained a bottle of "Wolf Blood" from the Crow Hag, and returned to Yuevaska to deal with the attack of the elves. At that time, there was no such thing as Lord Snowman. One-eyed Olaf and his heroes commemorate his capture of the dragon, and it is the members of Moonvaska's comrades who protect the fledgling city of Snowrun.

Although those elves only want revenge on the comrades-in-arms group, if they break through Xueman, they will definitely not let off other civilians in the city who are attached to the comrade-in-arms group. Members of the comrade-in-arms group who understand this insist on keeping the enemy out of the city wall, even if casualties Tragic and never took a step back.

Since the phantom is Wusrad's memory, only the battle that Tefeg, who was holding it, participated in was projected, but even so, it can be seen that the battle was tragic. Originally, we were discussing about Xueman in the phantom and what is happening now. The different little girls also gradually fell silent.

"'Sgrammer! Forgive me!' Teifeg said his last human words."

On the dilapidated city wall of Xueman, facing a large number of elven warriors rushing in, Tifeg took out the bottle of blood and drank it all. At this moment, the original clear picture instantly became blurred, and only him could be seen. Transformed into a monstrous werewolf, and seemingly at random swung Uthrad one last time at the elven army.

A piercing ray of light swept out, and the illusion disappeared, and what remained in the air was the blurry image of the legendary battle ax shattered into fragments.

In this picture, there is a detail that was intentionally distorted during external publicity, that is, Wusrad was broken because Tifeq became a werewolf, and he did not seek the werewolf power after being broken. He did not trust Wusrad His power chose to accept the blood of the werewolf, and Sgrammer told him what kind of power he gave up through facts. This matter was passed down by every generation of pioneers and deeply buried in his heart.

Because of this, Krakow resolutely accepted Arthur into the comrade-in-arms group after seeing the sword light swayed by Arthur. If the comrade-in-arms group wants to restore the glory of the past, the hope can only be on him.

As for whether the two little girls can see this——

"Woooooooooo..." "Don't cry, that's fake."

This scene was basically a replay of the previous story about catching dragons in Dragon Cloud Palace, except that the crying and the comforting were switched. He really couldn't understand the little girl's thoughts, and Kraco sighed and prepared to put the orb away.

"Old man~ You don't need to put it away." "Otherwise we have to find it from your body."

Careless, Kraco pulled the two girls behind him with his backhand, and looked at the two "persons" standing silently in front of him. Their dark yellow eyes already revealed his identity—the senior of the silver hand. vampire.

There is no time to get the weapon now, and Kraco thought quickly while holding the orb in his hand. He had already obtained the news that the silver hand was collecting Ursrad fragments. Although he didn't know what their ultimate purpose was, the two in front of him There is no doubt that the guy came for this orb.

The reason for not doing it directly is probably that they are not sure that they will kill with one blow, and at the same time they are not confident that they can escape after alarming other members of the comrade-in-arms group and Xueman guards. The reason for deliberately showing up and threatening can only be that They were going to use the two girls as a threat to hand over the orb on their own initiative.

Thinking of this, Kraco relaxed a little. The two assassins might know something about Ria, but it was impossible to know what kind of power Sophie had. He turned his head and looked at the girl behind him.

"Woooooooooo..." "Stop crying." Ria was still crying, while Sophie was comforting. In the eyes of the two assassins, they were probably crying out of fright, so they became more proud.

"Hey! Old man, even if you become a wolf, you won't be able to subdue us in an instant, but we have enough time to put the dagger on the necks of those two little girls. You'd better think about it carefully." "Honestly Just throw the orb over here, and no one will get hurt."

Ha, Clarke sneered secretly, is it because he is worried that I will fight to the death and leave one of them behind? It is clearly an undead creature, but it is extremely afraid of death. Although it has not been transformed for many years, the fighting skills will not be forgotten. Since Ria is protected by Sophie, it is impossible to be in danger, so let's do it directly.

"You're looking for death, you old man—" Kraco's aura changed, and the assassin with keen perception naturally understood his choice, so he rushed towards Kraco and the two girls respectively, cursing.

"【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo】" Kraco instantly transformed into a huge snow-white Frostwolf blocking their raid path, but didn't stop anyone: "[ooh...?]"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Ria was still crying, but a pair of ears protruded from the top of her head, a fluffy tail was dragging under her sarong, and six sharp claws protruded from her hands held in front of her. In front of her... Well, there was an assassin whose whole body was torn apart, with a frozen expression of surprise on his face.

What about the other one? The giant frost wolf turned its head.

"I told you not to cry, that's a lie - Hiccup!" Sophie, who hadn't changed at all, said to Ria.

Kraco fell into a daze, but got a broom on his forehead.

"You old man! You've made the house such a mess again!" After knocking on Krakow, Tirma the Wild Eagle swung the broom and swept the assassin's fragments into the big bag in his hand: "Pack it up!" Hurry up, Arthur and the others are back."