Chapter 337 Awang Chenzel, the knowledge of Dwemer
Out of curiosity, Lu Zhengkang went to look at the so-called ever-burning candle. When he went upstairs, he saw many ram's horn lanterns hanging from the ceiling. This almost made him misunderstand, thinking that these were candles that had been burning for more than a hundred years.
Candleforge's famous stove is shaped like an indoor chimney, an inverted flashlight, and is made of stone bricks. A strong fire is burning in the wide hearth. The ancient round wine tables are lined up around the stove, and everyone is drinking.
, chatting, although harmonious
, but if you look closely, there is still a clear distinction between them. Nords and Nords are at one table, Argonians and Argonians are at another table, dark elves and high elves are all separated, and there is only one table where they sit together.
, and they seem to be members of an adventure group.
The candle was on the side of the stove and placed on the wall. It was half burned and the whole thing was a little blurry. Lu Zhengkang tried to listen to it, but it seemed that he failed. The people around him were making noisy noises, but these sounds would not affect the magic energy.
Lu Zhengkang didn't hear the sound of the candle. It was simply because he wasn't sensitive enough.
Serana: "What did you hear?"
"No, I failed."
"It doesn't matter, it's just a candle. Maybe it has become a spirit. Just like those old guys in the tomb."
Lu Zhengkang smiled and said, "This is quite possible."
They were chatting here, and a strong Nord man wearing leather armor turned around and greeted them, "Hey, where are you from?"
Lu Zhengkang: "Winter Castle."
As soon as he finished speaking, a drunken Nord sitting in the corner stood up and let out a long "Hey!" The people on the second floor of the tavern were distracted by his voice, as were Lu Zhengkang and Serana.
, all of them stared at the guy who broke the noisy silence.
"Gourmet! Mr. Baishan, it's you who are here! Haha, haha!" He pushed his way through the tables, chairs and benches. The crowd yelled and cursed him. He walked over with a surprising and alienating eagerness. The man spread his arms far away.
, motioning for a hug, but accidentally hit a tall Yaron woman on the back of the head. He turned around and muttered "Sorry, man!"
Serana crossed her arms and asked in a low voice: "Do you know this rude man?"
Lu Zhengkang tried his best to identify this guy, and then responded in an uncertain tone: "It seems that he is a customer who has stayed at the Frozen Stove Tavern for three days."
The man smiled and hugged the troll man. He turned around and announced to everyone, "I have told you before that there is a gourmet in Winterhold who can cook thousands of delicacies. Ha, he is here now!"
People made a fuss and asked Lu Zhengkang to show his skills. Of course, Lu Zhengkang did show his skills. He made some simple meals using the ingredients bought from the boss. Everyone in the tavern of all races could share some.
The hot fragrant steam filled the tavern, blurring people's features, and then spread to the streets, just like lighting a dim candle in this cold city in winter.
…
The First Era began in the chronicles of the Nords and lasted a total of two thousand nine hundred and twenty years, exceeding the total number of years in the following eras combined.
1e 143, the first human empire on Tamriel, the First Nord Empire was born.
The four territories of Winterhold, Eastmarch, Whitelands, and Rift Valley are located in the north and east of Skyrim and are known as the "Four Ancient Territories". They are geographically and politically distanced from other areas of Tamriel, compared to other western territories.
It seems more open, and various ethnic groups have established their homes here.
Windhelm was built since the time of Ysgramor as a monument to human glory and to warn the elves. During the construction of the city, a large number of elven captives were enslaved, suppressed, and massacred. It served as the capital for a long time and became the political center of Skyrim.
The names of the five hundred heroes who went south with Isgramor were engraved on a stone wall and became a major attraction in the sky, showing the glory of the Son of the Sky to every observer.
In the Fourth Age, Red Mountain erupted, and a large number of Dark Elf refugees poured into Skyrim from the Dunmer Trail. Some of them stayed and settled nearby in Windhelm. After Ulfric became the lord, he expelled these refugees to Windhelm's shantytown "Snow District".
”, and this slum was renamed the “Grey Village”, and these refugees were always faced with questioning and suspicion from the xenophobic Nords.
People would say that Ulfric is a good man who can convince people, but he is not a benevolent king. Whenever the Nords encounter robbery, attack and other security problems, or any livelihood difficulties, he will always intervene immediately.
To help, he turned a blind eye to all the tragedies of other races.
…
Lu Zhengkang asked an adventurer about the location of a Dwemer ruins in the west of the Rift Territory, and was going to take Serana to see it. Before that, he also went to see the heroic inscription wall.
Years of wind and frost have made the stone bricks blurred, and many handwritings cannot be read at all.
The will of these heroes has now been inherited by Xueman's comrades. Their reputation has spread throughout the sky, and they are even famous in other places in Tamriel. They are equivalent to the warrior union in Skyrim. Lu Zhengkang knows that their inner ring members are actually all
They are lycanthropes, a group of werewolves. On the surface, they appear to be fair and aboveboard, but behind the scenes, their bloodline is feared by the general public. It is really ironic.
…
The Dwemer ruins in the west of the Rift Valley are called Awangchenzell. It is an underground city. Mechanical spiders, mechanical ball guards and even steam boilers and other things along the way have fallen into a dormant state, and there is a dead silence.
As the two of them went deeper, they also found several mechanical factories. This was an area where the Dwemer assembled mechanical bodies in large quantities, including two dwarf Centurions, which was very rare.
Of course, Lu Zhengkang was happy with these things. He only needed to go back and assemble them to get a large number of suitable machines. Although they were not of much help to him, they were also good to use as toys.
The most surprising thing about this trip was that he found a rune dictionary deep in the ruins. This was really good luck. However, when he couldn't wait to remove the rune dictionary from the base, the entire ruins were activated, and both ends were activated.
The originally silent dwarf centurion launched a sudden attack on them. These things were so powerful that even Lu Zhengkang couldn't resist them. In the end, he had to wear Big Ivan and have a steel collision to defeat them.
Got to be pulpy.
Serana was paddling beside her all the way, and she had time to applaud Lu Zhengkang.
"Wow, you are so brave, Mr. Baishan."
Lu Zhengkang looked helpless, "Don't be so sinister."
When we left Ngawang Chenzer, the stars and moon were dimming, and purple aurora streamers hung in the sky. It was very beautiful. Serana patted Lu Zhengkang's arm.
"What's wrong?" He bent down and looked at his lover.
"It's nothing." She gently smacked the man's lips.