The Journey of the Demon Hunter

—————- "Half Life Poetry" Dandrien

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Xueman, the temple of Gina Laise.

Sacrifice to Danica. Jie Chun is putting the potion he got from the Arcadia Cauldron Pharmacy on the altar. The stone platform in the temple was full of patients again, and the low groans in the temple one after another, and many men and women showed more or less burns or injuries on their bodies. The priest dipped the sweat on her forehead, moved her sore shoulder, and looked at the empty potion bottle, she couldn't help but sigh.

Days of disasters and disasters.

The solidified air makes people feel suffocated, and people can't breathe under pressure. It has been almost a year since the dragon blight descended on the sky and the imperial army and the rebels signed a peace agreement on the Throat of the World under the leadership of the Dragonborn and Master Greybeard. When the war ceased, the dragon descendants eliminated and prevented the dragons raging in the sky, and the dawn guard eliminated the vampires that attacked humans everywhere. This gave the people of Skyrim torn by war and disaster a rare opportunity to breathe. Fear of the shadows in the sky, or the monsters that haunt in the dark night.

But the good times didn't last long.

As the Imperial Legion and Stormcloak rebels stationed in the sky recovered from the wastage of the war, the cloud of war once again appeared above the sky. Some time ago, there was even an incident of assassination of the imperial emperor during his visit to Solitary City. Although the assassination conspiracy was defeated and the Dark Brotherhood was destroyed in Falkreath’s lair, it was like a fuse that allowed all forms to be assassinated. Began to make a sharp turn. From time to time, there were some skirmishes and border friction between the Imperial Army and Stormcloak. Both sides accused the other party of initiating provocations and despised the peace agreement signed by Master Greybeard and Dragonborn.

Not to mention that there have been cult attacks recently.

After the dragon descendants stopped the dragon disaster and eliminated the evil dragon that appeared in the sky from time to time, they disappeared, and never appeared in people's sight again. For the last time, the Dragonborn captured an evil dragon in the Xueman Longxiao Palace, and then rode the evil dragon to find the source of the dragon disaster. Some people say that the Dragonborn is dead, and others say that the Dragonborn entered Songard and, like the ancient heroes, passed through the whalebone bridge guarded by Sun and stayed there. Others say that Dragonborn stays at the Throat of the World like Greybeard, comprehending the way of roaring.

The story of the Dragonborn became poetry and was sung by bards. Her achievements will be recorded and passed on to future generations for praise.

Then everything passed.

It should be like this.

Until these cultists appeared with bone masks and dark yellow robes embroidered with strange stripes. They searched everywhere for the whereabouts of the dragonborn, and claimed that the people recognized the dragonborn as a counterfeit, and did not hesitate to do so. Traces of cultists appeared in the places where the Dragonborn had set foot in the past, nearby farms, Ximu Town, and the tower where the Dragonborn fought the dragon for the first time. They even tried to arrest and torture local residents or pedestrians who witnessed the emergence of Dragonborn. Many people who were burned and frostbited by cult spells have been found and sent to the temple for treatment.

There is a shortage of medicines that can be treated. A large number of potions and alchemy materials have been levied in large quantities by officials from the storm cloak and the Imperial Army. The army is preparing for war, but neither party is willing to separate some to help those wounded by spells. People, or to eliminate those raging cultists. These cultists claim that the dragon descendants who have eliminated the dragon bane are fake, and they serve the real dragon descendants. There is nothing to believe in them, which leads to conflict.

It's Danica. When Jie Chun was worried about the shortage of medicine, the door of the temple was knocked open. The cold night breeze mixed with a little **** smell poured into Gina Lais's sacrificial ground, followed by shouts from far away outside.

There seems to be a fire in some place, and people are calling for the fire.

Before the priestess could think about it for too long, when she saw clearly who was being helped in, she realized exactly where the cultist was attacked. Snowman's guard captain Iriles helped Lydia, who was covered in blood, broke in, and there were two helper guards behind him.

"They attacked the wind house?!"

"I even attacked the guard's residence on the side, and quickly help." Iriles helped Lydia to lie down on a nearby stone platform, Danica. Jiechun's hands were tense together, and the gentle light of healing magic enveloped Lydia's body. Seeing that her injury had stabilized, she immediately went to look for the remaining healing potions.

After destroying the dragon that attacked the Snowman Tower, the Dragonborn was named the Baron of Snowman by the lord of Snowman City, Balgruuf, allowing her to purchase real estate in Snowman, and sending Lydia as the baron's guard. Although the Dragonborn seldom stayed in his house in Xueman in order to fight against the dragon calamity, the fact that the cultists would attack the wind house on the opposite side of the Xueman guards' residence still surprised the priestess.

"Are these cultists going to declare war on Lord Balgruuf?"

"They have done this." Xueman's guard captain, the dark elf Iriles, said coldly. To stop their guards, we must take some measures, these **** cultists! How about Lydia?"

"The burns are mostly spell damage, but it doesn't matter. She can recover after a while." The priestess helped to remove Lydia's blood-stained armor. Fortunately, most of the blood came from cultists, not Lydy. Ya himself.

"Lydia killed several cultists, and the guards solved the rest. No one surrendered." Irileth knocked on the long sword on his waist. "I was worried that they were related to vampires. I sent a messenger to dawn. Guard the fortress and seek their assistance."

Both the Imperial Army and Stormcloak rebels sent messengers to Snowman City, saying that they could help solve these cultists, but Lord Balgruuf politely refused. The Dragonborn first appeared in Xueman and Ximu Town, which became the most frequent place for cultists. Most of these cultists know spells, which makes Irileth have to expand the size of the patrol, but this also makes the already small number of Snowman Guards stretched.

"Lord Balgruuf... really don't know where the dragonborn is?" The priest asked worriedly. "Maybe the lord can let the Greymane family converge. We don't have many potions and less alchemy materials. As a result, their family People are still threatening Xueman’s only alchemy shop to close because the owner of Arcadia is an empire. Now that Xueman has so many injuries, we can’t lose the only alchemy shop and Arcadia. The purchase channel of the pot."

Outside, there are more and more powerful storm cloaks and the pressure of the Imperial Army, while inside, the War Clan family supporting the Imperial Army and the Greymane family supporting the Storm Cloak are constantly tearing the crowd in Snowman City, forcing people to split into two groups. Hostile camp. Last time Danica. When Jiechun went to Longxiao Palace to take care of the lord's young son who had become ill-spirited because of the curse, seeing Balgruuf suddenly seemed to be many years old.

Balgruuf was thinking about the future of Xueman, and the following two factions were attacking in the lord's palace, but no one stood on Xueman's position. As a sacrificial ritual who often goes to the Longxiao Palace, and has already known Danica of Balgruuf a long time ago. Jiechun couldn't help but feel worried. When Xueman is finally swallowed by the flames of war, is this really what the residents of Xueman want to see? Nowadays, because of the attack by cultists, this temple that treats the wounded has been overcrowded. When the war comes, how many people in Xueman will be involved in this stupid civil war.

"I will persuade Lord Balgruuf to stop the Greymane group. As for the Lord Dragonborn, we don't know." Irileth shook her head, and she waved at the other guards and asked them to help put out the fire. "But what do we do? You can succumb to the threats of these cultists! I will leave some guards to protect this temple to make sure that no cultists come near here."

Nodding, Irileth and her guards withdrew from the temple. The priestess sighed and began to wipe the blood from Lydia and clean the wound. This guard had been looking after Longyi's house in Xueman in the past, even if Longyi had not returned to Xueman for more than half a year.

The city at night was submerged by shouts and illuminated by the fire. People fetched water from the pool next to the temple and carried buckets to extinguish the fire to prevent the fire from engulfing more surrounding houses with the help of the wind, until the rising sun spread the morning light on the snow After the long streets and roofs, the flames and noise gradually stopped.

Chapter 847: The Shadow of a Thief

"Hey, big guys, come here, I have an important news to announce, it's definitely a heavy news!"

In the underground of Rift Valley City, in the rat path extending in all directions, in this oval venue called the magnum, a tight-fitting leather jacket Jacqueline jumped onto the wooden table. She patted the hand, and her boots made a click on the wooden table. The sound of clatter.

This is the headquarters of the Thieves Guild in Skyrim Province. Those who can enter here are the backbone members of the Thieves Guild or the masters who lead the Thieves Guild. However, no one raised any objection to Jacqueline’s doing this. After all, she was the president of the thieves’ union and helped the union remove traitors who almost bankrupted the union. Not to mention that she led the union towards recovery and bribed officials everywhere. With the guards, arranging special commissioners to establish a new underground black market and stolen goods trading base.

Even if she intends to use the pool in the hip flask as her own swimming pool, it is estimated that not many people will object.

A leader who can lead everyone to make a fortune, how could other members of the thieves' guild demand more. They are thieves, pickpockets, smugglers, and entrepreneurs. They are not fighters who take pride in force all day, nor are they mages who stay in towers and libraries all day, nor are they gloomy killers—- That group of unlucky goods was cleansed up once ---not to mention boring nobles and squires. They are professionals, professional thieves, professional masters of unlocking.

"What the **** is it, boss?" Kalia, the dark elf on the side, fiddled with the bowstring boredly. "Are we going to have another big fight?"

"Or go to empty another castle? I can't wait."

Bourgeov’s joke made others laugh, and they remembered what it looked like when they ransacked the vampire castle. The plates you see from the ground may be antiques from a few epochs ago. The gargoyle statues are full of precious stones and precious ores, not to mention the accumulated gold found in the treasury. It took them a lot of time to move everything to a safe place.

Since the vampires have been wiped out anyway, they naturally don't have to worry about creditors coming to the door. This kind of pie-in-the-sky thing is still fresh in everyone's memory.

"Emptying the castle, let's go back. First of all, it's about our new stronghold in Snowman City, remember, everyone? We fought **** from the vampire castle, and then returned with treasure." Jacqueline stretched out both hands at the same time. Out of the index finger, "We established a new stronghold, recruited new people, and then, today I got the news from Xueman, our new stronghold----"

She made a spreading gesture.

"Boom————"

Everyone around, the members who thought it was just Jacqueline who drank too much honey, also raised their heads, waiting for Jacqueline's next words without saying a word.

"It's going to be blown up. Come on, let's take a sip of honey wine to be shocked." Jacqueline raised a bottle of honey wine that was open, and took a sip from her head up. A few new recruits who had just been recruited also drank along, but the old members who had known Jacqueline for a long time looked indifferent, and continued to look at Jacqueline, waiting for her next words.

"Boss, I remember that a large part of the gold and gems we got in the vampire castle is also in Snowman's stronghold?" Kalia, a member of the dark elf who fiddled with the bowstring, quickly grasped the point.

"Yes, we did that share of the vote. It's all gone, no one left." Jacqueline pointed her finger at the other members.

For example, Delvin "Yours."

Such as Wicker "Yours."

Such as Kalia "Yours."

For example, Tonilla "Yours."

Finally, she pointed her finger at herself. "Of course, there is mine. The most important thing is the private money I left in it and a glass sword, which are the trophies I got in that bitch’s Mercer Manor. Oh, yes, there may be such a small little bit left, which may allow us to watch Harja dance a night in the demon armor, yes, for this point, there is no money to buy more bottles of wine. Nothing. Wrong, that's it. We opened several new bases and black market networks before, and now the money and goods have been bombed, that is to say..."

"We are going bankrupt again."

Before Gnaiya left, Jacqueline exchanged favors for the right to use the Snowman City Wind House, but the right to use it. The wind house is still Gnaiya’s property, but the Thieves Guild can have a very reliable stronghold, Xueman The commercial center of Skyrim, a suitable stronghold is conducive to the development of the thieves’ union. Anyway, Gnaiya was not in Snowman most of the time, not even in Skyrim, and giving Jacqueline the right to use the wind house in exchange for the help of the Thieves' Guild would do no harm to her.

Jacqueline looked around. "Hey, why don't you guys stop talking? Okay, okay, let me continue." She burped softly. "Actually, I have found out who attacked us. That group of bands Cultist wearing a mask."

"Then what are we waiting for, boss? Let them suffer a bit, and spit out our losses and profit by the way." Wicks patted the dagger on his waist. Annoyed people, and then move their hometown emptied."

"So, here comes the question, guys, that's what I want to say." Jacqueline spreads out his hands. "Let's go and find the base of those **** cultists, and what they have been worshiping, what is called Midick." Milik? Mikuka? Anyway, it's the guy who started with Mi! Let him or her know that he or she got the wrong person."

"But, boss, do we have a clearer clue?" Wicks crossed his chest and leaned on the hip flask's armchair, and asked Jacqueline. "We have too few clues. Cultists are everywhere, as if Someone trampled on the ant nest."