doitstory Chapter 696 1695 The new owner of the Hall of Courage should join us in the carnival of mead and iro
Chapter 696 1695 The new owner of the Hall of Courage should join us in the carnival of mead and iro
Chapter 696 1.695 The new owner of the Hall of Courage should join us in the carnival of mead and iron fist
"First build Gaohou Peak into a sanctuary for the Nords to teach the Dragon Roar." The lord already has a preliminary idea: "Then, engrave the "Ring of Life and Time" into the new Songgard , to fill the hollow stones of the Snow Tower. The Wound of the World will become the Throat of the World in the true sense, passing on the "ring of life and time."
Although the lord is only a preliminary idea, "The Driver" Ysgramer still understood: "Ah, through the connection of the "Circle of Life and Time", you need to combine the bones of the earth and the gods of the gods." (Sungard) and snow towers carved into new laws."
"Yes, at that time, 'Sungard' was Gine's 'brain', Inofy's bone was Gine's 'body', 'The Throat of the World' was Gine's mouthpiece, and the 'Circle of Life and Time' was Gine The binding and bonding of divinity (physical and spiritual). When necessary, I can..."
"Through the "Bracelet" of the "Ring of Life and Time", the goddess Gine is summoned to pull out the spike from the grave (Gao Houfeng) and break into the world. Jorgen Windcaller also thought of it. In fact, it is better to compare Gaohou Peak to "the spike of the grave" than to "the umbilical cord of this world".
"Yes, that's it." The lord nodded lightly, signaling the two Valkyries to take care of the five-star dragon girl Alduin: "To be honest, I am more worried about the invisible crisis than the one I can see right now. .”
"We've all heard about that plane traveler." As a Nord hero who can stand side by side with "Pioneer" Ysgramor, Jorgen Windcaller's wisdom is commendable: "He chose to fight with the first generation of dragonborn Mirak merged his soul into a new 'change', just to match your 'change'."
"That's right." The lord also thought so: "So, in order to forge the last link of the "Ring of Life and Time", I must go to the Throat of the World as soon as possible to rescue Patunax, the maker of the Jagged Crown."
"You know that Sungard has no time, only cause and effect." Jorgen Windcaller's expression said it all: "Since you are the 'Shul of the World', the new owner of the Hall of Courage, you should join us for Mead and Iron Fist and pardon your (Shur) bedwives who were driven out of the Hall of Courage by the Mistress (Gine)."
"You're right, Jorgen." There was no time, and the lord really didn't need to worry.
What are you waiting for. "The current Shure" is one of the first steps of the Lord Lord's "Third Chim Path".
Although "death cannot be resurrected" is also applicable to the Nord spirits buried in the belly of the dragon.But as Songard follows the law of cause and effect, it was a relief.Or use the words of Ick of the River: "If this is our destined ending, then it's not bad." To interpret the true thoughts of the Nords who died with their swords.You can also understand the next carnival.
Live without fear, die without regret.
This ending is indeed not bad.
In the mead cups held high by everyone in the Hall of Courage, the lord sat firmly on Shor's Throne.Become the master of the halls of courage.
As the "Shure of the present world", he no longer needs to worry about whether he wants to fight for the Supreme King of Skyrim.
The Lord Lord's first "Order of Shure" from the Hall of Courage was to pardon all the bedwives he desecrated.Let them return to the Hall of Courage for a never-ending feast.Of course, referring to the practice of the lord, the Hall of Courage will also be completely transformed into a multi-layered palace and inner and outer castles.It can be foreseen that those Nord heroines who died with swords will inevitably join the ranks of bedwives sooner or later (excuse me, my lord, is it the one who "does one line, loves one line"?)'.
"Maybe in a few hours, I'll be dead.
My comrades and I, as well as the Nords of Skyrim, will join the Imperial Legion in the battle to retake the Imperial City (Cyrodiil).Since the troops of the (third) ancestor Shenzhou are huddled in the city, our casualties must be heavy.This is a desperate battle, and if we fail to take back the city, we will lose the entire war.
Last night I prayed to Talos for his courage and strength in this battle ahead.During the icy hours before sunrise, I sat and wrote a dream I had not too long ago.
I believe this dream is Talos' answer to my prayers, and I should pass on the message of this dream to all my friends, who will fight on after I fall.
In my dream I walked through the mist to the sound of loud laughter, an anthem of joy from the north.Soon, the fog lifted.In front of me was a huge rift valley, flowing water from the edge of the rift to the bottom, the sound was like thunder, and it was bottomless.
A long bridge made of whalebone appeared before me, the only way to reach the other shore.And I went up without hesitation.
After a short walk on the bridge I encountered a strong and mighty warrior. 'I am the grandson of the Lord of Judgment. ' he introduced himself.His voice was powerful, echoing loudly in the mountains that surround us.
He waved me through, knowing in my heart that I was allowed to pass because I was a (firm Nord) pilgrim.I'm here as my life goes by till the end.Otherwise, according to the legend, I have to beat that powerful warrior in a heads-up to pass.
After crossing the bridge, a bronze castle rising from the ground appeared in front of my eyes, its majesty and height could almost touch the clouds.And this made me approach the castle with almost all my strength.I pushed open the castle's oaken doors and saw a feast going on in the brightly lit halls inside.
Here all the famous Nord heroes gathered, drinking vats of mead and singing war songs loudly.Eating suckling pig (whole cow) cooked on the grill over a blazing fire.My mouth is filled with the taste of mead, and my heart is filled with pride at hearing this ancient war song.
'Go ahead! ' roared an ancient hero sitting on a high wooden chair.He is the fabled Ysgramor, ancestor of all Skyrim Nords.I approached him and fell down before him.
'The place where you are is called Songarde, the burial place of heroes; now, tell me why you came, son of the Nords? ' he asked aloud.
'I have come here for advice. ’ I replied, ‘Tomorrow we will face a hopeless battle, and I am filled with dread. '
Ysgramor raised his mead goblet, raised his head and drank the mead inside, before speaking again.
'Remember, a Nord, a child of Skyrim, is judged "not by the way he lives, but by the way he dies." '
("The Pioneer") said so, throwing aside the flag in his hand, raised his fist and roared with joy.The rest of the heroes responded with equally loud cheers.
The loud cheers haunted me until I woke up.I gathered my warriors and told them what I had dreamed.And all this seems to have greatly encouraged them.
The horn of battle is sounding, and the battle flag has been raised.The moment of decisive battle must come.May Talos bless us in this day's victory, and may I return to that sacred place of burial if I die in battle. "—"A Dream Of Sovngarde (by Skardan Free-Winter)".
(End of this chapter)