Asa was awakened by the wet cold wind and the creaking sound of the old carriage wheels running over the frozen soil. Then he found himself sitting on a carriage, his hands tied tightly with ropes, and the same carriage was surrounded by other people.
Four or five cars.
He looked at the man in front of him whose face was dusty, whose light blond hair was tied into strands, and who was wearing tattered blue leather armor, and tried to recall what happened.
"Hey, you're finally awake." The man turned his gaze to him, his voice low but inexplicably kind: "You just tried to cross the border, and ended up stepping into the trap of the Empire, just like the unlucky little thief over there.
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"You damn Stormcloaks, everything in Skyrim would be fine without you." The carriage was not only dilapidated, but also narrow. He was called "The Little Thief" by a red-haired young man wearing shabby khaki linen clothes.
Sitting almost shoulder to shoulder with the man in blue armor: "If you hadn't been causing trouble, I would have reached Hammerfell on the stolen horse."
Seeing the aura of death wrapped around this little thief, like traces of black smoke, Asa finally remembered something.
He is a hunter. In Skyrim Province, where most of the land is covered with ice and snow, the most common hunter is wearing fur armor, carrying a long bow and seven or eight arrows. If conditions permit, he will also bring a one-handed iron sword or a leather-clad round sword.
With the shield, you can go hunting with those ferocious wild animals.
Since four of the five highest peaks in Tamriel are in Skyrim, the living environment is harsh. Herbivores have developed excellent escape skills, and carnivores do not mind taking advantage of humans who try to hunt them.
Da Da Ya Festival.
Although furs cannot be sold at a high price, there has always been a great demand for various meats as staple food in cold areas. After Asa hunts animals, he usually sells the harvest to the southernmost city in Skyrim Province, which is also the nearest Buddha.
Falkreath.
Before he was caught on this carriage, he was tracking a seriously injured snow tiger. It exuded strong "black smoke" that represented death, and the smell of the beast would also make other wild animals afraid to approach. He didn't care at all.
I might have lost him, but there was no other danger, so I relaxed my vigilance.
As a result, he was captured by a group of imperial soldiers who appeared inexplicably in the mountains, and the snow tiger naturally ran away.
"Hey, you and I, we shouldn't be in this car," the little thief said to Asa: "The real damn ones are these storm cloaks. Listen, I seem to have seen you somewhere. What's next
In the trial we must prove to each other that we are not one of them."
"Ha, do you think those Imperial people will give you this opportunity? 'Judgement'?" The man in blue armor laughed out loud.
"Shut up! Prisoners!" the imperial soldier driving the car shouted angrily.
"Is it because of him?" Arthur tried to speak, his voice a little hoarse.
The man in chainmail armor sat opposite the little thief side by side. There was another man sitting next to him. He was blond, blue-eyed, and tall. You could tell just by looking at his gorgeous sable fur cloak and full-body chainmail armor.
Izuku is by no means a small person. Not only his hands were tied, but his mouth was also gagged.
Asa looked around the carriage. The knights who kept patrolling were naturally not looking for thieves, hunters, or ordinary Stormcloak soldiers.
"Oh, it looks very rich." The thief made a professional assessment.
"Watch your attitude!" the leather-armored man suddenly shouted: "What you are talking about is the real supreme king of Skyrim, Lord Ulfric Stormcloak!"
"No, you are the city lord of Windhelm City! The leader of the Stormcloaks!" The little thief looked completely stunned, and then his face turned pale: "If even you are caught - we are going
where?"
"Sovngarde, 'Brother'." Seemingly satisfied with successfully scaring the little thief, the man in blue armor chuckled.
"No, no, that's impossible, they can't do that." The little thief muttered to himself helplessly.
Sognard is the soul destination of all Nords. It is said that after fighting bravely during life, they will be taken to the [Hall of Valor] in Sognard to enjoy eternal carnival and battle...
Hiss - Asa's head started to hurt violently, as if the injury he had suffered when he was knocked unconscious by an imperial soldier recurred.
No, the Hall of Heroes is not like that, he thought with a headache. If he has not done a great deed that makes him famous, he is not qualified to enter the Hall of Heroes. At most, he will wander in the wilderness around it.
But why would he know such a thing? Not even his parents and sister told him - no, wait? Does he have parents and sisters?
Asa was obviously an orphan in the last war. Even the name "Asa" was chosen by himself. He was picked up and raised by an old hunter and inherited his bow and arrows and cabin after his death. However,
At the same time, he felt that his parents should be lords of a certain city, and they should also have a sister who is small but has a big temper.
He must have been knocked unconscious by the imperial sword hilt...
"Hey, brother, where is your hometown?" the Stormcloak soldier continued to ask the little thief.
"Lo, Loristed -" the little thief mentioned another large village further north that Asa had visited.
It is located north of Lake Ilinalta, on the Whiterun plain with almost no snow. Its main food source is cultivated crops rather than meat. If the weather is not bad, Asa will occasionally carry it.
The last batch of meat was sold there.
Maybe he actually met this little thief face to face.
"The Nords believe in returning fallen leaves to their roots," the Stormcloak said, "At least you don't have to worry about dying in a cave in Hammerfell unknown to anyone."
"No, no, Shur, Mara, Dibella, Genales, [Akatosh]... everyone is fine, please help me..." Loristed's little thief became incoherent,
Start calling the name of the Holy Spirit randomly.
The realm of the Eight Holy Spirits hangs high in the sky. They do not care about believers worshiping multiple Holy Spirits at the same time, but the priests and priests of the temples to which they belong naturally cannot do that. And this kind of prayer to multiple Holy Spirits in one go will not trigger
Divine punishment is already the mercy of the Holy Spirit, and there is no possibility of any response.
While Asa was trying to straighten out his suddenly messy memory, he looked at the little thief who suddenly said the name of a god that made him somewhat concerned. However, he was shocked to find that the dense "aura of death" wrapped around the little thief was just like
The snow beside the fire disappeared like that.
"This is impossible." Asa whispered.
The ability to foresee death allows Asa to see the inevitable death, which is manifested in the gradually thickening black smoke on the target. In addition to the prey that will be hunted by him, humans can naturally do it. When he told the old hunter
When he was about to die, he angrily scolded him for talking nonsense. As a result, he died of cardiac paralysis that night.
From the notes left by the old hunter, Asa learned that he had reached a deal with Hircine, the "demon god of hunting", when he failed in a certain hunting and was bound to die, giving him 30% of the lifespan of all future prey.
One of them is transferred to him, so that as long as he hunts ten beasts older than three years old every year, it will be enough to live forever - but that is obviously impossible.
Not to mention how cunning and difficult to catch a beast of that age, this simple transfer of lifespan cannot prevent his aging, which makes it impossible for him to continue hunting efficiently. In the last few years of his life, he taught Asa
After the main work was done and Asa revealed the news that he was about to die, he was actually convinced.
The last words left by the old hunter were that he hoped that Asa would find a way to get rid of the "Devil God"'s deal. Perhaps he regarded Asa's ability to see death as a bad hobby of a certain Demon God.
Asa knew that wasn't it. This ability was innate and seemed to have given him great benefits, but he couldn't remember what it was.
At this time, it is unheard of for the "whirlpool of death" entangled in a mortal person to disappear out of thin air, unless a certain Holy Spirit who has just called the name of God intervenes.
The thick black walls and gates of Helgen appeared in front of the carriage. The Nords believed in force. Even women and children could decently pick up heavy two-handed swords and play with them. Naturally, their villages would not
There are "weak" walls unless the surrounding environment is too bad or some location has military value - and Helgen has both.
In order to prevent it from being attacked by the Stormcloaks on the front line, the Empire even built two guard towers in this village.
"Look, the Empire's General Tullius and those damn Thalmor elves, our capture this time must be the result of their sincere cooperation." The Stormcloak soldier said with a sarcastic tone.
Inside the city gate, a bald, dark-skinned man wearing high-grade imperial armor was riding a tall horse, talking to another elf with pointed ears and black robes beside him.
Asa had heard that due to the failure of the empire in the war with the elves, it had to sign an armistice treaty called the "White-Gold Concordat", which clearly stipulated that belief in the "Ninth Holy Spirit Talos" was prohibited.
It caused great dissatisfaction among the Nords who worshiped him as their main god, and the Stormcloaks took advantage of this situation to rise up and become the largest force against the Empire and the "Platinum Accord".
But are elves so ugly?
Asa turned his head and stared at the appearance of the man in the robe. He felt that he was completely different from the elf in his impression, but...in his impression? Has he seen an elf somewhere?
"Prisoners! Get out of the car!"
The carriage convoy stopped in Helgen's square, where dozens of Stormcloak soldiers who had also been captured were already waiting, surrounded by twice as many Imperial soldiers as them, and the tall stone platform in the middle of the square was covered with
The executioner, who wears a black hood and holds a long beheading knife, has proved how the empire treats these prisoners.
A sturdy woman in full Imperial armor and a brown-haired Imperial soldier with a simple and resolute face holding a clipboard stood next to the carriage.
"Loker of Loristed?" read the soldier.
"No! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this to me!" The little thief was so frightened by the executioner that he stood up and jumped from the carriage in an attempt to escape. However, he tripped over something and fell to the ground, unconscious on the spot.
"Bastard, leave him last, no, second to last." The strong woman picked up the unconscious thief with one hand and dragged him to the side.
The remaining three "prisoners" on the carriage looked at each other and got off one by one.
"Ulfric Stormcloak, Lord of Windhelm City, it is an honor to meet you."
The voice of the imperial soldier was respectful, but this did not change the fact that he was about to be executed. The leader snorted and made no response.
"Larov from Riverwood..." "I'll be waiting for you in Sungard, Hadawa. It shouldn't take long."
The Stormcloak soldier and the Imperial Registrar stared at each other, and finally looked away at the same time.
"Well, who are you?"
The imperial soldier known as Hadawa looked at Asa, then looked at the list in his hand, and asked.
Who is he? Asa began to seriously think about it. He gave himself this name because he remembered someone roaring at the top of his lungs in his ears, covering up other things. If he thought about it carefully, that voice actually shouted
