The originally majestic and extremely strong city wall has become scarred. The crenellations, the towers and the platform where the siege equipment are located have become broken eaves and broken walls. The most eye-catching thing is that the main entrance of the city was smashed into pieces.
The gate, and the gap formed by the completely collapsed city walls on both sides.
Outside the city wall, the horse barbs that have not yet been dealt with are swaying here and there. The remains of siege engines, ladders and towers are everywhere. Many of the charred wooden remains still have unquenched fire crackling and bursting out.
Gunsmoke.
The only thing that made this tragic battlefield less chilling was that there were no corpses of the dead - they had turned into bursts of black mist and disappeared without a trace when they fell.
Stephen Strange, or rather, Sherlock, withdrew his gaze from outside the city wall and turned to the prisoner in front of him.
"[Congratulations, sir, you won.]" John Watson, who was wearing imperial mail armor and being held by two imperial elite armored knights, said with a strange look on his face.
"[You are my prisoner.]" Sherlock raised his eyebrows and then said.
"[I'm at your disposal...]" After Watson said these words, he saw the two knights behind him holding him down and about to take him away, and then he shouted: "Sherlock! It's you, Sherlock!"
Don't be kidding, there are rats in the dungeon, big rats!"
"I really didn't know there were rats in the dungeon, how could you be so skilled?" Sherlock shrugged and spoke again: "[I have something to talk to you about.]"
The two knights stopped and escorted Watson back.
"Well... I seem to be able to speak freely now," Sherlock touched his chin: "Since the start of the second game, I have been guessing how players will communicate after PVP. I didn't expect that it would be verified by you first.
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"Yes, when 'players' in a hostile state meet, a battle will be forcibly triggered. Until the winner is determined, they cannot communicate with each other in any way other than the 'customized format language'." Watson tried to shake his arm, but failed to do so.
move.
"It should be to prevent something outrageous like surrendering a city single-handedly from happening," Sherlock looked at Watson's expression: "Let me guess, you have already fought with Irene like this?"
"Yes..." Watson replied dejectedly: "And it failed miserably."
"If nothing else happens, you have formulated a plan to occupy the magpie's nest," Sherlock continued: "Irene used her influence in the East China Sea Empire to encourage those lords to declare war on Cyrodiil, and occupy areas that would not be occupied along the way.
Give the rebellious 'castle' to other lords, then activate your connections to obtain Epiclothea, which no one is willing to take over, and then do not build any projects that will increase loyalty, and wait until the city status becomes 'high risk of rebellion'
At that time, withdraw all the garrison so that your rebellion can succeed."
"Yes, everything you said is right." Watson responded with a familiar attitude.
"The only question is, what is the origin of the 'Arzagos Family'?" Sherlock glanced at the panel: "If I see that the rebels are the 'Watson Family', I may revise the 'Rebel Rebels' plan
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"An opponent of the empire," Watson said thoughtfully: "According to himself, he is an aboriginal descendant of the country that existed before the establishment of the 'Kalad Empire'. The creed passed down by the family from generation to generation is to restore the glory of the ancient country.
There was no chance for hundreds of years, until the great catastrophe occurred and the empire was divided into four. Their family members began to engage in various activities to support every force that was hostile to the empire."
"Hmm... It seems that their influence is indeed not small. You, an outsider, can start a rebellion in their name just by using your name and tokens." Sherlock nodded: "I thought it would be Epiclota.
The deep-rooted local families in Ari raised the flag of rebellion, but it took a lot of effort."
"Stop talking, now that I've met you, I don't have to think about how to develop. Let your people let me go." Watson shook his shoulders.
"What binds you is not my people, but the rules of this world," Sherlock shrugged, and then said: "[What do you think of Martin Septim?]"
"All ambition and no strength?" Watson blinked: "Obviously he is surrounded by two empires, but he always provokes them, causing the vassals to share the large amount of tribute paid to the two empires."
"His surname is Septim, which is the biggest trump card. No one dares to really do anything to this descendant of the former king. Moreover, Cyrodiil also serves as a buffer zone between the two empires. As expected, both empires are
He is happy to see this rebellion come to fruition, and the people who gave you and Irene the advice can be said to be quite shrewd." Sherlock raised his hand to stop Watson from saying anything else, and pointed to the void in front of him: "But we have to discuss it.
This is not the case, there should be corresponding answers on your panel."
"Ah? Oh." Watson tilted his head to look at the air in front of him, and then read out according to the script: "[Sometimes, I do feel that King Martin's actions are unfair.]"
"[Then, I have a proposal,]" Sherlock said, "[I hope you can swear allegiance to my family and the 'Empire of Smaug'."
"...What is that?" Watson was stunned.
"I created a country automatically after my wandering family occupied the city," Sherlock spread his hands: "The name is random. I haven't decided what to call it yet so I haven't changed it yet."
"I don't think I need to change it. It's quite impressive." Watson looked at the panel in front of him again: "[Betrayal is a big deal. I will be hostile and attacked by the lords of the Cyrodiil Empire. Why should I do this?]
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"This is why the players are not allowed to choose. If they can choose freely, in theory, using 1 Bailey can make the lords of big cities rebel. In any case, it is a bit outrageous, and it is easy for them to cooperate with each other to take advantage of the loopholes," Sherlock
He raised his hand and made two gestures on his own panel: "Huh? Ten thousand Baileys has a 40% success rate? What level are you? What is your family level?"
"Level fourteen...Family level three..." Watson looked at the sky and replied in a small voice.
"That's right, Cyrodiil's territory is too small, there are almost no bandits, and the villages and towns are always plundered by the two empires and cannot provide tasks. Although I have a way to solve it, you," Sherlock glanced at him: "In
Were you in abject poverty before you met Irene?”
"Ah haha..." Watson laughed dryly.
Sherlock shook his head and waved his hand to pull back the amount of money on the negotiation terms: "[I will give you a fortune that is enough to make up for all this.]"
"[In this case, there is only one answer,]" Watson, who was staring at his panel, said in a tone that seemed to be suppressing a smile: "[I will be loyal to you, Your Majesty.]"
