Similarly, for the lords who are eager to deal with the threat of Alduin, drinking and boxing are also the best ways to prove their courage and ability.

"Ogra. I want to apologize to you first." The memory copied by the lord is correct.

"To make me show mercy?" A trace of panic flashed in Ogra Stormfist's eyes.

"No, just to say goodbye without saying goodbye." The lord apologized sincerely.

"Okay, my Lord Baron. I accept your farewell without saying goodbye, but I don't accept your apology." Ogra Stormfist shook his fist slightly: "Come on, prove that you are worthy of what is in front of you.

everything."

"Okay, Ogra." The Lord has finished what he needs to say.

"Wait a moment." Afraid of accidentally breaking the lord, Ogra Storm Fist tried punching a few times and began to wrap a bandage on his fist.

On the other side of the venue, Mera Stormcloak, who had gotten up early, was also making final preparations for the Lord. After taking a pleasant bath with the Lord, Mera Stormcloak was obviously filled with evil fire.

The little bird is in love with me.

"Is it tight?" Meera Stormcloak asked the Lord softly as she tried to make a fist.

"Tight." Meera Stormcloak immediately understood the lord's smile. It was obviously a compliment to her.

"Would you like to relax?" Meera Stormcloak stroked her bandaged fist.

"No need." The lord has a chance of victory.

Lord Lord, you and me are fighting here, and Ogra Stormfist's eyes are filled with sparks. She has obviously missed a lot in order to prepare for this boxing match.

So as soon as the drums hit the ground, Ogra's Storm Fist roared in.

The lord dodged it sideways. Ogra, who was well prepared, took advantage of the situation and pushed his shoulder away, knocking off the lord's defense. Taking advantage of the middle door being wide open, he chased after him with an uppercut.

The continuous attack skills are so smooth and smooth that it is impossible to defend against them.

If at the moment before the battle, the lord would have been sent flying by this Dragon Fist. At this moment, Wu Chen, who has absorbed and integrated all the memory copies related to it, is already familiar with Ogra's Storm Fist, and can predict it in advance.

hit her combo.

Staggering back, he pressed his palms down, wrapping the Shenglong Fist in his palms. He braced his arms against the force of the fist, and his whole body was shot into the air like a kite with its string cut off.

Looking up at the opponent's flight trajectory, Ogra strode towards the landing point. The Fist of the Storm grabbed a position and blasted out in advance.

Before the lord landed, he would be punched away. The result was so predictable that even Meera Stormcloak didn't dare to look at it.

However, amidst the exclamations of the female warriors onlookers, a white figure rolled to the ground. Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Ogra Fist of the Storm, who was so menacing just a moment ago?

"What happened?" The female warriors looked at each other.

What's even more frightening is that half of his suit was shattered, and Ogra Storm Fist, whose whole body was filled with electricity, was so big that it stood straight up on its back, completely losing the strength to fight anymore.

Like a snow-white lamb waiting to be slaughtered, she was allowed to be carried out of the arena by the man she was fighting against. The Lord was ready to receive his reward for victory. Of course, it was also the punishment for defeat of Ogra Fist of the Storm.

"You bastard, put me down quickly."

"Pa—" "Don't move."

The two Valkyrie girls who had been mixed in the crowd also walked out of the arena.

"How was Ogra defeated?" Meera Stormcloak couldn't help but ask.

"No one can defeat my master in Sognard." Valkyrie Sweeneyhild replied calmly.

"So that's really the case." Meera Stormcloak suddenly thought of a widely circulated rumor about Songard: "Apart from us banished women, who else did the Baron blaspheme?"

"It won't be a goddess anyway." Valkyrie Victoria said with the same firmness.

Until the ancient vine goddess Danika Jiechun gave a convincing answer: "From the essence of Sognard's divine realm, all Nord heroic spirits who died holding a sword are a piece of 'divine skin' of the goddess Genei.

.This is also the reason why the goddess never comes (physically)."

"We are all the 'skin' of the goddess." Meera Stormcloak seemed to understand.

The Nords who die with their swords in hand will join Sognard's never-ending carnival.

This means that in this eternal kingdom, there is no concept of time. There is not even the change of four seasons, the alternation of day and night. But you can still feel the "cycle of cause and effect". It is like drinking a glass of wine and finishing a boxing match.

.But this is not a flow of time, but a cycle of cause and effect.

After standing in front of Ogra Stormfist's tent for a long time, Mera Stormcloak finally lifted the curtain and entered after the movement inside completely subsided.

The docile Ogra Stormfist, who had been tidied up, was sleeping soundly, wrapped in thick fur, revealing a large area of ​​smooth back. The wind was clear, the clouds were clear, and the lord was under the ancient vine goddess Danika.

Jiechun and the two Valkyries arranged their clothes.

"We still need a general." Meera Stormcloak said empathetically.

"Who is she?" the lord asked with a smile.

"Erica Skjormer." Meera Stormcloak gave her name.

"Ah, the girl lord of Falkreath." The lord's adventure memory was activated again.

As we all know, Falkreath, one of the nine capitals of Skyrim, has always been famous for death. It has the largest cemetery in Skyrim, where fallen warriors from the Mythic Era to the Fourth Era are buried. In the distant Mythic Era, the Ned people were

The earliest aboriginal person in the Falkreath area, the forest king Kostic, ruled this area. It is not known whether the city of Falkreath was built at that time. However, according to common sense, a king will definitely have a place to rule.

The remaining documents indicate that Bjarfrud Skjoralmor built what is now Falkreath in the First Age, but he built it on the basis of a Neder city, or

Whether it was built after razing their city or building on a blank slate is unknown. According to legend, Biafrud drove away ferocious beasts and cut down trees to build the city, and became the first lord of Falkreath.

In 2E 431, High King Logroof of Skyrim was assassinated, and the issue of the successor to the throne split Skyrim into two pieces. Falkreath supported Swart to become High King and joined Western Skyrim.

After the siege of Orsinium, many orcs were scattered across northwest Skyrim, including Falkreath. The orc hero Yashnag gro-Yazgu led his people across the Jellal Mountains

He came to Falkreath Forest and established an emirate. Soon he directed his troops towards Falkreath. Due to the silence and inaction of Swart, the High King of Western Skyrim, Yanshnag killed the helpless Falkreath.

The lord, occupied the city. But the lord's son Hakkvild was determined to take revenge. He challenged the champions of Yanshnag and himself, and finally defeated his opponents one by one, regained Falkreath, and obtained Hakkvild.

The great name of Hakkvild Yashnag-Slayer. When the chiefdom of Yashnag was destroyed in 2E 467, the remaining orcs returned to High Rock in the Wrothgar Mountains.

Mountains) home.
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