Jonas covered his head, and the Nord man opposite asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
"It's just a headache. By the way, my name is Jonas Baishan, what's your name?"
"Larov, Larov from Ximu Town. My home is not far from here. Hey, dying in my hometown is a worthy death. Hey, where are you from? You were caught when you crossed the border. Could it be?
From Cyrodiil?"
"Maybe." Jonas lowered his head and looked at himself. He had a strong body and a tattered black mage robe that could no longer be seen. The wolfskin shoes on his feet had a few holes, exposing his dirty toes. He felt like there was something on his chest.
What made me panic, I touched it with my bound hands, and it seemed to be a square pendant.
He has forgotten a lot, but he clearly knows the power he has. Even though he is a prisoner now, if he wants to escape, no one can stop him.
Jonas quietly broke the hemp rope that bound his wrists. The eyes of the three people in the car almost popped out of his head. Raloff smacked his lips and winked, signaling the boy to do him a favor.
Jonas didn't react, he just leaned back in his chair and relaxed peacefully.
Another Brighton man was worried. He was not good-looking to begin with. His skin was brown, his beard and hair were red, and his cheeks were purple. Once he got emotional, he looked as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. It gave people a headache. "
Help me, or I will report you!"
The imperial soldier turned his head again, and immediately noticed that Jonas's binding rope was loose. Just as he was about to scream, Jonas hit him in the face with a calming spell, and he turned his head silently and continued driving.
Ralof let out a contradictory cry between disgust and joy, "An illusionist, great."
Jonas glanced at him sideways, and Larov smiled nervously, "Don't get me wrong, I can see that you are a good person, but you also know that illusionists always have a bad reputation."
"I am from the destruction system, not the illusion system."
"Hey, then why were you caught?" the Brightonian sneered.
"If you don't shut up, I'll give you a hard time." Jonas didn't even intend to look at him seriously.
"Oh, Holy Spirit, please tell me, if I resist now, I will die, if I don't resist, I will die..." The Brighton man bared his teeth and was so ugly that he forgot about himself.
They bickered all the way, and Jonas never actually made a move against the Brighton horse thief. Except for Ulfric, who was in a daze, the other three young men all had a lively chat, and began to reminisce about their lives together, laughing.
"Jonas, where did you spend your childhood?"
"It should be in Cyrodiil. I still remember the appearance of the White Gold Tower. It's very majestic."
"The capital of the imperial bastards, no matter how majestic it is, it's not a good thing! If you don't have the backbone, don't sit in that position!" Larov never forgets to ridicule and looks very sarcastic, but in fact, he is a forthright man, and he is right
He was extremely optimistic about the beheading he was about to face, "Songjiade is waiting for me."
"Tell me, are you sure?" the horse thief muttered, "when you run away, you can let us go."
Jonas turned to look at him and chuckled, "If I save you, what if you ask me to save other Stormcloak soldiers? If you ask me, I'd rather see you die."
Ralof said seriously: "Don't worry about us, please be sure to take His Highness Ulfric out."
"What good will that do to me? Didn't Mr. Horse Thief say that your base camp, Windhelm City, has been captured by the steel torrent of Baron Derro. After all, you are just a group of stragglers now.
Worthless."
"The people of Skyrim will never surrender."
"Hahaha, come on." Jonas didn't believe it at all.
After saying this, everyone fell silent. Ralof looked mournful, Horse Thief still looked ugly, and Ulfric was still in a melancholy state, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and slightly lost in thought.
The long convoy of prisoners drove slowly and one after another into the wide gate of Helgen. This town is the southern barrier of Skyrim Province. Standing on the main road leading to the center of Skyrim, it can be said that it is the key to the important town. It is guarded by thousands of imperial soldiers. Although
It is not difficult to attack or defend, but it is tight enough that unless a dragon suddenly flies over to wreak havoc, the prisoners will never be able to escape.
Larov said with emotion, "It's funny to say that when I was a child, I felt safe when I saw these high walls, but now I just feel ironic."
The horse thief began to tremble, and his eyes were on the verge of collapse.
Jonas still looked that lazy, "When the army no longer protects the people, when power overwhelms conscience, we should understand that the time has come to dedicate our blood and sweat to innocent people."
"Who told you this?"
Jonas blurted out, "Sir." Then he felt a huge confusion explode from the bottom of his heart, as if a whole bag of flour was stuffed in the ink bottle, and his thinking became stagnant and confused, "No, no, no, it's me,
I thought of it myself."
"Oh, we're here."
The motorcade stopped at the open-air execution ground, and the executioner holding a bloody giant ax stood beside the stone platform. This was the guillotine. When the time came, the prisoner was kneeling on the ground with his head pressed on the stone. Then the executioner brought down the ax and his head screamed.
It flew out and fell into a wooden frame in front of the stone. The blood spurted from its neck could dye a large piece of sand in front of it red.
There are many archers standing on the wall and on the lookout, with cold and sinister eyes. There are several priests in the corner of the execution ground, some are muttering to themselves, and some are looking around boredly. They are responsible for praying to the prisoners. One
The Nord female overseer came to the convoy with a tall Nord clerk and ordered the prisoners to get out of the car.
Every prisoner is registered. They come from all over Skyrim. They are all Nords. They come from all over Skyrim. There are men and women. The proportion of female warriors among the Stormcloaks is relatively much higher than that of the Imperial Army. Because of the continuous wars
Taking away the lives of many adult men, the Stormcloak executives headed by Ulfric had to ask the Nord sisters to put on armor and pick up weapons.
When Jonas got out of the car, he waved his hands, which frightened the people around him. They all drew their swords and drew their long bows, and they would chop the Breton boy into pulp as long as the captain gave the order.
The female officer frowned and ordered a soldier beside her: "Go and catch him."
Just as Jonas was about to say something, he suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. He stared at the Soaring Horn Peak in the distance with a slight panic. Deep in the clouds, there was a dark shadow floating.
A long howl of a dragon came from afar. This sound had not sounded in the sky for thousands of years, so that everyone was at a loss.
"What's that sound?"
Female officer: "Don't worry about it, arrest that kid first."
Next, with everyone's shocked expressions, Jonas floated gently and flew into the air.
The female officer yelled, "It's the mage! The archers are shooting!"
Ralof suddenly shouted, "Brothers of the Stormcloaks, fight!" He took the lead and rushed towards the female officer, intending to use his bound hands to fight against the steel and sword blades.
The execution ground suddenly fell into chaos, and the horse thief turned around and ran away.
Above the sky, dragon roars were heard again. A huge, majestic, and handsome black dragon flew down from the clouds and hit the largest fortress in Helgen. The earth trembled. Looking at Jonas in the air, thousands of people
Flying arrows cannot hurt him at all, and his colorful eyes are as majestic as torches.
"dovahkiin!"
The black dragon roared, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the huge meteorites were like a flying rain, smashing wildly on the ground, and Helgen was turned into scorched earth in an instant.
Chapter completed!