The Collection of The End

My name is Akatosh,

I ruined three deals with the Dark Brotherhood.

——4E, 201, Last Seed Moon, 30th, 23:17—

Desion Avicus is a [Moth Priest] who is traveling in Skyrim Province.

This strangely-named group of priests does not pray to any holy spirit or demon god, and is not responsible for any forces. They live in the library of the Baijin Tower in the capital province of the empire all year round, exercising their spirit day after day, hoping to be able to read The content of [The Elder Scrolls] is used to protect the emperor.

Even if the training goes well, the average priest will be able to read the ancient scrolls smoothly after at least fifty years old. Before that, they can also gather a large number of "ancestral holy moths" and use their wing frequency to block the backlash of the ancient scrolls. Forced to read , hence the name "Holy Moth Priest".

The appearance of [The Elder Scrolls] is a huge metal scroll that is as tall as a person. It is unknown who wrote it. There have been many copies in the history of Tamriel, and most of them have been collected in the Platinum Tower Library to wait for the Holy Moth Priest. we read.

If ordinary people without qualifications open the ancient scrolls, their eyesight will be temporarily destroyed by a glare of strong light, and it will take about two or three days to recover. Those with reading qualifications but insufficient exercise may see broken words and meaningless pictures after opening them. Then, in the severe headache that lasted for a week, I completely forgot what I saw. Only after hard training, or under the protection of the ancestor holy moth, can I see the specific content from the ancient scrolls.

The content of each ancient scroll is different. The same scroll is opened by different people, or what the same person sees when it is opened in different time periods will not be repeated. In most cases, what you see is meaningless. In fact, in rare cases, there will be a situation that just meets the reader's appeal. If you insist on seeing what you want and continue to read, even if you have qualifications or the protection of the holy moth, it is very likely to cause severe blindness. as a result of.

Desion Avikus is fifty-two years old this year, and he has already been able to read the ancient scrolls. As a Nord, he hopes to find a way to stop the civil war in the province of Skyrim in the ancient scrolls. For this reason, even if he is blind He didn't hesitate, but just as he was about to take action, his mentor, a priest elder who was blind in order to find out from the ancient scrolls to end the war between the Empire and the Thalmer, stopped him.

"You who have been away from the province of Skyrim for a long time, what if you read a noun that you don't know the meaning of on the scroll?" Before revealing how to defeat Thalmer, the elder who had traveled the entire continent of Tamriel said at that time, "I My suggestion is, now that you have made up your mind, you might as well go back to the province of Skyrim to understand its specific changes, so that you can clearly record the solution before you lose your vision."

In the end, Desion accepted the elder's suggestion and came to Skyrim Province with Princess Emilia who was going to "counter the rebellion". After that, he refused the protection of the sharp-eyed eagle and began to travel alone, intending to see Take a look at this long-lost hometown.

Although Stormcloak was very afraid of the identity of the holy moth priest and did not dare to make a move, but some people still felt that he was in the way. Dexiong stopped and looked at the few men in black who surrounded him silently.

This is the wilderness of Reachland, far away from any town or village, so whatever happens here is unlikely to attract the attention of others.

"Desion Avikus," one of the men in black robes said, sounding like an elderly man: "We have no grievances against you, and we will appear here just because someone pays you to die That's all."

"The Morag Gang?" DeSion tentatively named the most famous assassination organization in Tamriel.

"How can such a weak organization be compared with us." The other party replied.

Established not long ago, only active in Skyrim Province, a shallow assassination organization,

Desion came to a conclusion in an instant, but it was meaningless at the moment. Since the other party showed killing intent, it was impossible not to do it. Fortunately, the information of this organization seemed to be wrong, thinking that he had hung up a "priest" Name head, still wearing priest robes, is it really a priest? The few people sent had a dark and cold magical atmosphere, and that kind of magic was indeed quite restrained by ordinary priests, but——

【Chain Lightning】

The other party was talking to Desion to delay time, but why not Desion? He raised his hand and released a chain of blazing white lightning, which penetrated the dark red shields gathered by the men in black without any hindrance, and sent them all flying.

【Lightning Rune】

In the next moment, the complicated electric current drew a trigger-type enchantment on the ground, and the men in black robes were struck by the lightning again after they landed, but a figure seemed to avoid it in time.

"Didn't you say that he is just an ordinary priest?! Damn it!" Desion heard the angrily cursing from the previous speaker, while the other black-robed men seemed to be too shocked to speak, and only made a ho-ho sound.

"Obviously your employer's information is wrong. You seem to be fine, but shouldn't it be time to consider retreating?" The two consecutive large-scale spells made Dexion somewhat exhausted, so he tried to persuade him to retreat.

"The account with them can be settled later," the only remaining man in black raised his hood, revealing a fierce old face, and then raised his hands high: "Now, for the sake of the 'Dark Brotherhood' and me To the credit of 'Festus Clax', you must die."

Trouble, Desion looked at the dark red magic energy gathered in Festus's hands with a dignified expression. He said his name, but he didn't intend to give himself a retreat, and the power of that magic was only from the scale of the energy it gathered. It can be seen that it is definitely not something that can be blocked by any enchantment. In addition, they were electrocuted a little far before, even if they wanted to interrupt it, they couldn't do it——

"Turn your face from the inside out! Priest!" Festus threw the dark red light cluster gathered in his hands at Dexion fiercely.

【Implosion】

Desion tried to interfere or escape, but none of them worked. Although the red light was not fast, it followed him closely like a tarsal gangrene. If he was really touched, he had no doubt that he would be like the other party. As he said, he "turned the other side", and in the end, when there was almost nothing he could do, he even began to pray to the Holy Spirit, who had never believed in it.

Holy Spirit, I haven't stopped the civil war in Skyrim, I must not die here—

【The authentic 'I don't usually burn incense, but hold Buddha's feet temporarily'】

Desion seemed to hear a girl's voice speaking in a strange language, but he didn't seem to hear it. For a moment, he even wondered if he was frightened crazy, but the next moment, he completely lost control of his body, inexplicably Turning around abruptly, beckoning, a man in black robe who fell to the ground flew in front of him.

【Psychic】

Boom! ! The red light cluster that followed hit the man in black accurately, and he exploded from the inside out without any warning, but there was no blood splashing out at all.

"Damn it! These are those vampires! The contract is void!" Festus was weak but could hear an angry voice, and then quickly walked away.

Indeed, it is impossible for ordinary forces to know his identity. The only ones who would want to move him are those "foreign objects" lurking under the calm waters of Skyrim Province. While thinking about it, Desion killed him with a fire-based destruction spell. Those vampires who fell to the ground solemnly thanked the existence that had just saved him.

no respond.

—— 23:29——

Felsom is a typical Nord man, but also an adventurer, mercenary, builder, messenger and even a farm worker.

He doesn't belong to any organization, and he wanders around the province of Skyrim with his sword, shield and chain mail. As long as it's hard work and there is a suitable reward, he will accept the commission without hesitation, although due to physical reasons , he can't help at all with missions that require stealth operations, but he still won the pretty good title of "Fearless" in the mercenary circle of Skyrim Province.

Although some people suspected that he was a deserter from the Imperial Legion or Stormcloak, that's why he didn't dare to settle somewhere, but even if this was true, the two sides who were busy fighting for territory would not have the time to catch a deserter deliberately.

So, if there are no accidents, he will eventually retire as a well-known adventurer, settle in some peaceful city, marry a wife who can admire him, and have a few children who will listen to him bragging about his past experience. child.

——If there are no accidents.

"Wait, wait..." In the corner of the Rift Valley City, Fusom the Fearless was sitting on the ground, walking backwards on both hands and feet, but the speed was unsatisfactory: "I don't remember that I provoked you—— "

But the target he avoided in a hurry was a little girl in a sarong who looked only seven or eight years old, and she looked very cute—if you didn't look at her blood-red eyes and sharp canine teeth.

"People like you are the most troublesome," the little girl said. Although her crisp voice and lively tone fit her age, there was an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes: "I take any task, and when I finish it, I forget about it. Even if I tell the employer and why he wants your life, you will not remember it."

"No, no, no, I remember it!" Fersom exclaimed, "It must have been about remodeling the villa before. Those two guys didn't look like a couple at first glance, and they even asked to leave a secret door. I should have thought of it earlier." Yes! How much did they pay you? I'll double that, and go to the 'Face Sculptor' and make sure Fertham the Dauntless disappears forever—"

"Aha~ I didn't expect this kind of gossip." The girl blinked her scarlet eyes and shook her head from side to side: "It's a pity that you guessed wrong~"

"No, it's impossible, I never do things that will be silenced afterwards!" Fusom argued hastily, and those who thought he was just a reckless fool would be surprised if they heard it.

"Well——I'll just tell you," the girl grinned. "You moved a batch of Chinese fir trees to sell to someone who's going to build a new house, didn't you? Those 'fir trees' are actually all 'dry spirits'." ~"

"See, hell—" Fersom's face was full of despair.

"Although your previous proposal was very good, the other party is obviously targeting you. The 'Face Sculptor' has already been watched by people from the Thieves Union." Gao Xing: "Hmph, forget it, I will give you the honor of knowing my name before I die, my name—"

Kacha, the fangs bit the neck of the strong Nord man, and he turned into a mummy almost instantly, while the girl ran away screaming "It's so hot, so hot! Water~water~".

"'Babette'..." After a while, the shriveled corpse turned back into a human again, but both its shape and appearance were completely changed. At this moment, he looked like a thin Breton, murmuring subconsciously With a name, he looked around in a daze.

who am I? where am I? What should I do?

【You are a lone thief wandering around the major cities. After coming to the Rift Valley, you find that you have nowhere to start, and you are about to leave, and your name is 'Zaid of the Base', poof——" A certain voice sounded.

That's how it is...Fersum, no, Zaid staggered out of the deserted alley.

——23:50——

"Hoho—!" "Hey—ha!"

At the Khajiit caravan camp near Windhelm, a huge shirtless Nord was fighting another extremely agile Khajiit.

The two sides were fighting in a way that the trembling caravan members could not understand—without any weapons, they only used fists, elbows, shoulders, knees and other parts to attack each other, and were attacked by the opponent with extremely similar fighting methods. Blocking or fighting back, the actions and reactions are all extremely fast. If you are a little distracted, you can only hear the sound of the explosion from the battle, but you can't see the figure clearly.

Clap! boom! The two sides confronted each other again, then jumped back at the same time, and stood facing each other from a distance. Since the tiger man had claws available, the strong Nord man had many bloodstains on his body, which made him look rather embarrassed, but the blood overflowing from the corners of the eyes and mouth of the dark fur tiger man proved that he Nor is it easy.

"Wa, Vasha——" the leader of the caravan was an elderly tiger woman, she got up tremblingly and said, "Did you owe this gentleman money? Pay it back soon. If it's not enough, I have money here." .”

"Hmph, money? This gentleman probably wants to die." The tiger man called Vasha stared at the strong Nord man opposite: "It must be Aunt Puffy, are you selling something to a human being who shouldn't be selling it?" , this despicable race always wants to kill all those who know it after doing something dirty."

"Heh, don't bother you, they still can't silence me," the Nord burly man who heard the meaning behind the tiger man laughed: "In addition, regarding the contract of your caravan, the entrustment did not indicate that the mouth must be silenced, but I just asked to take you back, I doubted your value at first, but now I understand."

"Ha, is it really those guys who hold the so-called 'underground arena'?" Vasha made a strange gesture, and even the aura around him became stronger: "The seventh generation descendant of Sa Yaliu, Tiger Human monk Vasha, ask for advice here!"

"Hey, then, there is no genre, just fight with intuition, Ain Boyorn of the Dark Brotherhood, go all out, answer, fight—— woo——!" Black hair grew from the ground, and after struggling to say the last sentence, he transformed into a huge, burly werewolf.

Boom! The two sides collided again.

[Wow, cat and dog fight? Potato Chips Potato Chips——]

Although both sides seem to have vaguely heard some strange voices, they were quickly forgotten by the fierce battle.