The Collection of The End

My name is Akatosh,

It's an interesting misunderstanding.

— 4E, 201, Hearthfire, 1st, 8:03 —

In the southwest of Loristed, in the sheltered place of the low hills, there is a small-scale temporary military camp consisting of only five or six tents and simple defenses. Judging by the emblem, it undoubtedly belongs to the Imperial Legion.

Due to the size of this small barracks, the number of troops is only a few dozen, and they can only be used as scouts. However, the meaning of their existence is more to express the meaning of "this place belongs to us".

Near all towns, villages, and slightly important settlements in Skyrim Province, there will be camps declaring sovereignty. The only difference is whether they are controlled by the Imperial Legion or Stormcloak. In some places, there may even be two or more camps around a village. If one side destroys the other side's camp and drives the soldiers away, it is equivalent to occupying the nearby village and pushing the front line one step further.

This kind of fighting method that sounds like a joke is a default rule formed after years of war in Tianji Province. After all, Tianji Province has a harsh climate and slow growth of food crops. If you must fight in villages and towns, then no matter who Winning and ending up with a meaningless ruin is unacceptable to both parties.

For example, the Imperial Legion and the Stormcloaks fought in Loristedd, and successfully repelled each other after the village was destroyed. Then, who should be responsible for the huge food shortage in the Snowman Territory?

However, if this method of combat is adopted, at most ordinary villages will not be able to adapt due to the change of village chiefs and the change of the direction of material delivery. The production of crops and other materials will not be affected at all. It is even led by the spokespersons sent by both parties.

Therefore, unlike the war between the Empire and Somo, for the current civil war in Skyrim Province, unless it is to attack and defend around key fortresses or the main cities of the nine territories, both sides will deliberately avoid the villages and towns they are fighting for. The field decides the winner by itself, and then sends a messenger to inform the mayor that it's time for a replacement.

"My lord, the dragon did not appear again. The last scout who saw it reported that it was flying to the northwest." A scout walked into the largest tent in the camp and reported after saluting.

"Well, go down and continue to be vigilant." A slightly hoarse male voice responded.

"Yes." The scout withdrew after responding, and from the gap in the tent curtain he raised, it could be seen that the "adult" was the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Legion who retreated after being attacked by a dragon in Helgen a few days ago. General Reus.

This tent has been converted into a temporary headquarters, with imperial flags hanging on both sides, and a huge sand table in the middle, which reproduces the ups and downs of Skyrim province in a less detailed way, and all key towns and villages are covered with Flying the red and blue flags that symbolize the areas controlled by the Empire and the Stormcloaks.

Those who observed the sand table with General Tullius, in addition to a few adjutants, were the Nord who escaped with Arthur, the clerk Hadawa, just looking at the exquisite imperial armor he was wearing at this time It can be judged that he has been promoted.

"It seems that Ulfric can indeed control the dragon, and our plan can no longer be implemented." General Tullius sighed, pulling a small red flag from the village marker symbolizing Loristed on the sand table, He squeezed it in his hand and said while playing.

On the entire sand table, densely packed small flags were planted in the control areas and junctions of the two sides. From the holes left where the flags were once planted, one can fully judge how fierce the fighting between the two sides was. But there was no flag at all, nor any hole in which it had been planted, except for the one just pulled from Loristed.

"Originally I thought it was just a coincidence that the dragon attacked Helgen,

After all, you Nords have such legends as the "Dragon Resurrection". Tullius glanced at Hadava beside him.

"That's a 'prophecy', not a 'story', General." Hadawa replied straightening up.

"Whatever it is," Tullius waved his hand, "The current situation is that Ulfric surrendered inexplicably with all the advantages, and when we decided to execute him immediately, there was a legendary dragon in front of us. Come to rescue him, and when we were going to take advantage of the chaos caused by the dragon to break through the middle line through Xueman, another dragon appeared and visited all our barracks, do you want to tell me that this is all a coincidence?"

"I don't know, General." Hawada shook his head.

"Then tell me what you know." General Tullius gestured at the sand table with a small flag, as if planning to go directly to Windhelm City, but he didn't take it seriously.

"The two ladies who appeared in Loristed last night are the baron guard Lydia of Snowrun City and Ella the huntress of the Comrades, and the newly promoted Baron Snowrun who was originally traveling with them, 'Dragonborn' Arthur Pendragon went after the dragon overnight and has not returned yet." Hadava replied.

"I'll forgive him after I go back," Tullius shook his head. "Ordinary hunters awakened the bloodline of the 'Dragonborn' when the dragon attacked. This is quite in line with the Nord legend."

"Yes, General." Hadawati wrote down.

"That's all right, our actions were discovered by both Stormcloak and Snowrun before we even started. Ulfric sent a dragon to investigate, and Lord Balgruuf even sent a baron to us directly. If we If you continue to go your own way, you may only encounter failure—order the entire army to prepare to retreat." Tullius re-planted the small red flag in his hand, and the location was the most northwest city in Skyrim Province, Solitary City.

——8:05——

"Captain, are you sure that Arthur's appearance has no resemblance to these emperors of the Septim Empire?" Ulfric Stormcloak spread out the pictures of Arthur and many old men wearing crowns on the table. portrait.

"Of course, my lord, they are completely different." The guard captain of the Amor Fortress recognized the portraits again, and nodded in confirmation.

This fortress located on the eastern edge of Xueman's territory has been repaired. It not only repairs the damage caused by those lunatic mages, but also strengthens and strengthens its defensive measures. They will be as scrupulous as they are when they fight for the ownership of the village. If there is a way to completely raze this place, they will definitely be happy to do so.

At this time, in the command room on the second floor inside the fortress, Ulfric, still wearing the fur cloak, was standing beside a large table covered with a map of Skyrim province, asking questions to his subordinates.

"My lord, you also saw him in Helgen," Raloff stood aside in his new stormcloak chain mail.

"I was looking for an opportunity to use Dragon Roar on Tulius," Ulfric shook his head. "They thought they could stop Tumu by shutting up their mouths. They are indeed self-righteous Imperials."

"I fought side by side with him when he escaped from Helgen, and I can fully guarantee that he does not have any royal blood of the Septim Empire." Raloff replied firmly.

"Then, tell me why he can summon the dragon to rescue him?" Ulfric tilted his head to indicate Helgen's direction: "The Imperial Legion thinks they can kill me directly, even if they have the means to summon the dragon , and will not do such unnecessary things.”

"As for the status of 'Dragonborn'..." Raloff said hesitantly.

"We are not those ignorant Imperials. 'Dragonborn' are 'Dragon Slayers' who can kill dragons so that they cannot be resurrected. No matter how you think about it, it is impossible to control or summon dragons." Ulfric said Cut off Raloff's words and asserted.

"My lord, I heard that Greybeard..."

"Those pedantic old men are even more impossible."

"Could it be a coincidence? After all, the Stone of Shure was also attacked by a dragon not long ago." The guard captain of the Amor Fortress tried to intervene, and was stared at by the two.

"For the time being, it's good luck for the 'Dragonborn'." Although he recognized the captain's words, Ulfric obviously didn't intend to use the words he said: "Then, let's talk about the group of 'round tables' he brought. Knight' go."

"Obviously, they are all members of the comrades-in-arms group. Perhaps they deliberately did not recognize their identities in order to avoid being involved in the conflict between us and the Imperial Legion. However, this kind of cover-up is limited." The captain of the guard replied and continued to report.

"According to the investigation of the surrounding bandit lairs afterwards, they destroyed the bandits at Gallows Rock and Triwa Watchtower, lived in Ivarstead, but withdrew to Snowman without reaching the peak of Hrothgar."

"Hmm, um... um?" Ulfric swiped his finger across the map, connecting these places into a line, and then looked a little weird: "That old bastard Balgruuf has already guessed what I'm going to do ?"

The arc drawn by this finger is located outside Snowman's territory, deep into the control area of ​​​​Stormcloak. It can be said that Baron Snowman's actions have completely crossed the line, but he and the members of the comrades-in-arms group seem to have expected it. Self-proclaimed "Knights of the Round Table", unless you get to the bottom of it, there is really no excuse to make trouble on the surface.

"The most important thing is that the trajectory of their actions just passed by the camp where we assembled the army, as if silently warning us not to act rashly." Ulfric sneered: "It seems that Balgruuf is more capable than me. It's bigger than expected, but if he can't even do this, he really doesn't deserve to be my classmate when I was learning the way of roaring from Graybeard."

"My lord, what about our original plan of 'take advantage of the chaos of the dragon's recovery, gather troops across Snowrun, and raid the center line of the Imperial Legion'?" Larov looked at Ulfric, who was not looking well, hesitant, but Still asked.

"Hmph, we've been found out, what's the plan? Send an order to withdraw the troops back to Windhelm City—I hope those yellow-haired girls haven't messed up the city." Ulfric flicked his cloak and turned to leave.

"Yes, my lord." Larov stood at attention and saluted, ignoring the last sentence.