In the Yuvaska residential area, Krako Whitemane reluctantly put down the book in his hand in response to the flying attacks of the two little girls.
Ever since all the main members of the Comrade Corps went out on missions two days ago, "Wild Eagle" Tirma has always had a bad attitude towards him. After all, he had promised her to keep at least two ring members in Xueman for emergencies.
She needed them, so she left Riya and Sophie to be taken care of by herself, and she had no complaints.
The problem is that he has not had the experience of taking care of children for decades. Riya usually follows Ella and looks young and mature. However, when he meets a friend of a similar age (?), he changes his personality and at least pesters her.
He asked to tell stories, something he would never have done before.
"Story, let's continue telling the history of Snowrun City." Krako reached for the row of Snowrun Chronicles on the bookshelf next to him. Although Tilma had thrown many fairy tale books to him, he didn't even think about it.
When I think about it, I can’t help but question the unreasonableness of those stories: Why is it that no matter what the conspiracy is, it is always Dagon? Mara shows up so casually just to give an ordinary girl a beautiful dress? Hircine can actually wear it
Like an old woman? This story was probably written by those crow hags.
"Well, okay," Riya said beside her as she watched Krako turn the pages of the chronicle: "But we don't want to listen to Olaf's story!"
"Yeah!" Sophie nodded repeatedly.
As an experienced old man, Krakow naturally has a way to tell boring historical stories vividly and interestingly, but the problem is that they are too vivid. Last time, he told how the one-eyed Olaf passed through the Dragon Palace and trapped the dragon platform.
Ria listened with interest to the story of how Minex was captured through various traps. As a result, Sophie was frightened to tears, and it was only later that Clark realized that she was actually a baby dragon.
"Okay, don't tell me." The old man continued to flip through the book.
If it was the early days of Snowman's establishment, the story of Olaf One-Eyed and his five hundred heroes fighting against the dragon would naturally be unavoidable. In modern times, the story of how his old friend Balgruuf established his position in Skyrim Province must have been a story about little girl.
They don't want to listen, so the only thing they can do is talk about the history of the comrades' fight against the elves. At least neither of them has sharp ears.
"You've seen Ella's ears and tail, right?" Clark asked.
"Yeah! Sister Ella is a werewolf, and so are the other uncles! You can't tell others about this!" Riya replied, raising her finger to make a shushing gesture.
"Arthur's father is not a werewolf!" Sophie retorted.
"Well, that's right." Although there are some problems with the title, Craco naturally would not take it seriously with the little girl: "What I want to tell today is the story of the first werewolf in the comrades, 'Tiffeg'."
In order to prevent the girls from asking other strange questions, the old man took out a transparent light blue ball and held it in his palm, which instantly attracted their attention.
"This is the legendary weapon once owned by the Comrades, the orb inlaid on the battle ax 'Uslad'," following Krako's words, it began to emit bursts of blue light, forming a double-edged giant in the air.
The virtual image of an ax.
"And he was the pioneer of the comrades group 'Tiffeg' at that time." The virtual image changed again. The giant ax in both hands was held by a tall Nord male with brown hair and blue eyes. Although he was very powerful, the tattered
The steel helmet and armor reveal a sense of strength on the outside and dryness on the inside.
This scene is Wuslade's last memory. Although there is no sound, the dialogue in it has been fully restored through multiple viewings, analysis of mouth movements, and deduction of historical data. However, of course, the original words cannot be told to the little girl.
Listen, because the words used by those crow hags are really indecent.
"'Tiffeg, have you finally decided? Accept our power?" the witch asked Tiffig," A female phantom with arms like wings and legs like eagle claws appeared in front of Tiffig. Krako tried
Although the girls were already attracted by this form of story, they didn't even notice it.
"'I still have the strength to fight for the last time, and I will not place all my hopes on you witches'"
"'Hehehe - but you still came, it proves that you have no confidence in that power, doesn't it?'"
"'If I could solve my own problems, I would never use your powers, witches.'"
In just two sentences, Krakow had to adjust five or six words on his own, and once again suspected that Hircine might have cursed them because of the problem with the words they used in their prayers.
However, this storytelling method of showing images and just dubbing is quite easy. At least I don't have to describe the environment, characters' clothes and actions, and the girls listening to the story are still very happy.
In the end, Tiffeg obtained a bottle of "wolf blood" from the crow hag and returned to Yuevaska to deal with the elves' attack. At that time, there was no such thing as Lord Xueman. Although Longxiao Palace had been established, it was only in its infancy.
One-eyed Olaf and his heroes commemorated his capture of the dragon, and it was Yuvaska's comrades who protected the city of Snowrun, which was beginning to take shape.
Although those elves only want revenge on the Comrades, if they break Xueman, they will definitely not let go of other civilians in the city who are attached to the Comrades. The members of the Comrades who understand this insist on keeping the enemy outside the city wall, even if there are casualties.
The tragedy never took a step back.
Since the illusion is Wuslade's memory, it only projects the battle in which Tiffeg is holding it, but even this can show the brutality of the battle. Originally, there was a discussion about Xueman in the illusion and what is happening now.
Different little girls also gradually became silent.
"'Sgrammer! Please forgive me!' Tiffeg said his last words as a human being."
On the broken city wall of Xueman, Tiffeg faced a large number of surging elf warriors, took out the bottle of blood and drank it in one gulp. At this moment, the originally clear picture became blurry, and only he could be seen.
Transformed into an extremely huge werewolf, and seemingly casually waved Uthrad towards the elven army for the last time.
A ray of light swept across the sky and the earth, and the illusion disappeared. The last thing left in the air was a blurry picture of the legendary battle ax turning into fragments and scattering away.
There is a detail in this scene that was deliberately distorted in publicity. That is, Wuslade was broken because Tiffeg turned into a werewolf. He did not seek werewolf power after being broken. He did not trust Wuslade.
His strength chose to accept the werewolf blood, and Sgramer told him through the facts what kind of power he had given up. This matter was passed down orally and buried deeply in the hearts of every subsequent generation of pioneers.
Because of this, after seeing the sword light swung by Arthur, Craco decided to take him into the comrades. If the comrades wanted to restore their past glory, hope could only lie with him.
As for whether the two little girls can see this——
"Woooooooooooo..." "Don't cry, it's fake."
This scene was basically a reappearance of the previous story about catching a dragon in Longxiao Palace, except that the crying and comforting ones were switched. As expected, he couldn't understand the little girl's thoughts. Clark sighed and prepared to put away the orb.
"Old man, you don't need to put it away." "Otherwise we will have to find it from your body."
Being careless, Craco held the two girls behind him with his backhand, and looked at the two "people" standing silently in front of him. Their dark yellow eyes had already revealed their identity - high-ranking Silver Hands
vampire.
There is no time to get the weapon now. Krako held the orb in his hand and thought quickly. He had already received the news that the Silver Hand was collecting the fragments of Wuslade. Although he did not know what their ultimate purpose was, the two in front of him
There is no doubt that this guy is here for this orb.
The reason for not taking action directly was probably because they were not sure that they would kill with one strike, and at the same time they were not confident that they could escape after alerting other members of the comrade group and the Xueman guards. The reason for deliberately showing up and threatening them could only be
They were going to use the two girls as a threat to make them hand over the orb.
Thinking of this, Kraco relaxed a little. The two assassins may know something about Ria, but it is impossible to know what kind of power Sophie has. He turned his head and looked at the girl behind him.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" "Stop crying." Ria was still crying, while Sophie was comforting her. It seemed that the two assassins were probably crying out of fear, so they became more and more proud.
"Hey! Old guy, even if you turn into a wolf, you won't be able to subdue us instantly, but we have enough time to put the dagger on the necks of those two little girls. You'd better think carefully." "Honestly.
Just throw the orb over and no one will be hurt."
Ha, Krako sneered secretly, are you worried that I will fight to the death to keep any of them? They are obviously undead creatures, but they are extremely afraid of death. Although they have not transformed for many years, their fighting skills will not be lost.
Forgotten, since Riya is protected by Sophie and cannot be in danger, then just take action.
"Old man, you are looking for death -" Kraco's aura changed, and the assassin with keen perception naturally understood his choice, so he cursed and rushed towards Kraco and the two girls respectively.
"[Aww——!]" Krako instantly transformed into a huge snow-white frost wolf and blocked their attack path, but did not stop anyone: "[Aww...?]"
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Ria was still crying, but a pair of ears popped out of her head, a furry tail trailed under her sarong, and six sharp claws protruded from the hands raised in front of her.
In front of her...well, there was an assassin whose whole body was torn into pieces, with a surprised expression on his face.
What about the other one? The giant frost wolf turned its head.
"I told you not to cry, but that was a lie - Hier!" Sophie, who had not changed at all, said to Riya.
Craco fell into a daze and got a broomstick on his forehead.
"You damn old man! You made such a mess in the house again!" After the wild eagle Tilma knocked on Kraco, she waved her broom and swept the assassin's pieces into the big bag she was holding: "Pack it away.
