The Divine Hunter Chapter 1: Execution Ground

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The wind blows from the vast plains,

A carriage full of "guests" was driving along a gravel path among dense shrubs and low stone walls, heading towards a peaceful and lively town.

It is said to be a carriage, but it is actually much simpler than that - a flatbed cart usually used to carry hay, firewood and other goods.

Moreover, it is quite old and mottled in color. Its body is covered with broken wooden thorns, and even the boards on both sides have cracks. The wheels run over the soil and stones and continuously make a harsh "squeaking" noise, as if it can be heard anytime and anywhere. About to disintegrate on the spot.

The man driving in front was wearing an old brown sleeveless leather jacket and a leather helmet, with a serious expression and a sword on his waist.

There were five prisoners sitting on the chairs in the back car - their wrists were tied tightly with rough and tough hemp ropes, and one of them had his mouth sealed with a white rag.

Frien is one of the prisoners.

He has a strong build, black hair, brown eyes, a very simple face, the same appearance and an honest and simple personality.

He didn't understand how he, an ordinary young man from the village, who was just strolling around in the wild, was inexplicably captured by a group of heavily armed imperial soldiers, tied into a carriage and headed west.

Where are they taking me and for what purpose?

"You **** Stormcloaks, everything in Skyrim would be peaceful without you. Isn't it nice that the sky is high and the emperor is far away?!"

The slovenly man sitting opposite, wearing yellow linen clothes full of holes and patches, angrily condemned, with a very unwilling expression on his thin face, "If they hadn't been searching for rebels everywhere, , I could have stolen a horse and gone to Hammerfell a long time ago, maybe it’s almost there now!”

"Hey, there's you, the sleeping kid on your left," he said to Frien, "the three of us shouldn't be here, those Stormcloak rebels are what the empire wants to catch!"

Freen nodded with deep sympathy. As a lonely wanderer, he had heard of the Stormcloak name but had never seen it.

Before this, he had always believed that those who resisted the empire were far away from him.

I didn’t expect to meet him like this, and I was arrested by the Imperial soldiers as an accomplice of the Stormcloaks!

This group of people looks no different from ordinary people. What gave them the courage to resist the empire?

Isn’t it good to farm the land down-to-earth?

Frien's eyes turned to the left, where a strange young man was leaning on his shoulder and falling asleep,

Exceptionally handsome, with smooth and delicate skin. He always felt that it felt smoother than the most beautiful woman in their town.

Frien also keenly noticed that the top of his ears covered by black hair were slightly pointed, and he seemed to have some blood other than Nords.

This beautiful boy was as unlucky as himself. Perhaps he was in a coma in the wilderness due to illness, so he was caught to make up for it.

"Thief, we are brothers in the same boat now! Instead of complaining to each other, we should seize the time to make more friends. I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future." Another man with messy and dry blond hair like straw and deep features said, The real Stormcloak retorted dissatisfiedly, and glanced at the people on the cart, "My name is Ralof, where are everyone?"

"Klor!" The yellow-haired gangster looked up at the side, "Hey, country boy, what's your name?"

"Freen."

"Where's the one next to you? Wake him up!"

"Pa bang..."

Frien gently patted the man's face, but he showed no reaction.

"It's a blessing to be able to sleep at this time, so let him be happy. What's going on with this guy? He's been 'taken care of' more grandly than us." The little thief looked across and his whole mouth was covered. He was wearing a silver chainmail armor and a black-haired cloak on his back. He was an extraordinary man.

"Speak with respect!" Ralof scolded, "You are talking to Ulfric Stormcloak now, he is the real High King!"

"Ulfric? The legendary lord of Windhelm City, the leader of those rebels? Even you were caught." Kroll's face turned pale, "We are sitting together with the most wanted criminal in the empire. Are you going somewhere, not to behead your head?"

Larov said calmly, "I feel like the Hall of Valor is waiting for me to die generously."

"Shor, Mara, Tibela, Kynaris, Akatosh...Gods, save me!"

……

"Hiss..." Frien gasped, his mind buzzing.

"Are we going to the guillotine?" He couldn't believe it. "No, I'm innocent! I have nothing to do with the Stormcloaks! I have been working hard to survive in compliance with the law, so where can I do it?" Wrong?!"

"Imperial soldiers don't care so much!" Kroll sighed with sympathy,

"I'm not even married, I don't have a son or a daughter, I'm even worse off!"

Frien could no longer listen to a word of the discussion between the sloppy man and the blond man.

Looking blankly at a place not far away.

The carriage drove into a narrow passage surrounded by two stone walls and yellow wooden sheds, and entered a simple but quiet town. It was surrounded by a circle of green vegetable fields and mottled stone walls, and was made of thatch and wood everywhere. house.

The carriage drove slowly along the **** among the houses to the center of the town, in front of the tallest cylindrical tower.

Playful children chasing dogs stood in front of their houses, pointing at the carriage. If there were leaves, stones, etc. around them, they would undoubtedly throw them at them.

As for the blond-haired Stormcloak Ralof, he looked around as carelessly as if he were traveling, and still had the time to reminisce about the past.

"This is Holy Land Town. I still have an old friend here. I wonder if Verrod is still brewing mead mixed with juniper berries."

"You have no chance to drink anyway!" the gangster in yellow cursed.

"Kaz..." The wheels stopped turning.

"Wait, why did the carriage stop?" His tone was filled with fear.

"You still don't understand? Let's go," Ralof stood up with a smile, "We can't let the heroic spirits wait for us for too long."

Ulfric, who was sitting at the outermost position, got off the carriage first, and soldiers from all directions looked at him.

They wore leather armor that exposed their arms, and their lower bodies were leather battle skirts above the knees. Their calves were blown by the cold wind, and they had swords on their waists and long bows on their backs.

The two soldiers closest to the carriage, the woman on the left who is obviously the captain, are wearing a more gorgeous and powerful silver plate armor and steel boots.

The man on the right used a quill to draw a "X" on the brown-covered book. As the lord of Windhelm City approached, he read aloud, "Ulfric Stormcloak!"

When the man heard his name, he strode past the female captain and the clerk, and walked towards the guillotine in front of the rough tower on the side.

The eyes are as firm as ever.

"It's my honor, Lord Ulfric!" Ralof, who had been chattering endlessly before, shouted at his back like a salute and sent him off respectfully.

"Larov from Ximu Town!" After the secretary finished reading, he looked deeply at the blond man.

The latter turned a blind eye and followed in Ulfric's footsteps with his head held high, as if he was about to accept the supreme honor.

The secretary shook his head imperceptibly and took a deep breath,

"Loker of Lolic Town!"

The gangster in yellow looked around nervously,

"You know? You are totally wrong. I am not a rebel, you can't kill me!"

He roared hysterically, ran straight past the silver-armored female captain, and rushed into the distance.

"Whoosh—"

After a slight sound of breaking through the air, Locke ran less than ten meters and fell to the ground face to face. There was an arrow stuck in his back and his breathing was weak.

"Now, who else wants to taste the arrows?" the female captain asked with a sneer, her eyes so cold that it was terrifying.

Frien's newly raised thoughts were instantly extinguished, and he swallowed in silence, with a tangled look on his face.

Compared to being penetrated by an arrow in the internal organs, maybe it would be more pleasant to cut him off in two?

He glanced at the handsome man leaning on his shoulder, his breathing began to increase, his eyelashes trembled, and there was a hint of awakening.

Use him as a shield?

"You, and that strange guy next to you... let him raise his face, tsk tsk..." Clerk Hadawa interrupted his fantasy, glanced at the page, and his eyes passed over the two people's faces in surprise. Repeatedly, "Captain, they are not on the arrest list, why don't you go back?"

"Don't worry about the list," the female captain said decisively, "Pull it down and chop them all!"

"Well...I understand," Hadawa turned to the two of them with apologetic eyes, "I'm sorry, you two, but at least you can die in your hometown! Help the brother next to you, but don't wake him up, Let him rest unconsciously and painlessly."

No, he is not my brother, I want to run away!

Frien roared in his heart.

However, the piercing gazes of the dozen or so soldiers around him were like needles pricking his hands and feet.

He was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he followed the captain to the execution ground honestly.

A dozen prisoners waiting for death formed a circle, and Frien helped the still sleeping man to the end.

And Ulfric stood at the front, an old man with sparse hair and weather-beaten cheeks. He judged him in a victor's tone, "Ulfric Stormcloak, there are still some in Holy Land Town." People call you a hero, but heroes will not use their 'dragon roar' to seek to usurp the throne and kill our Supreme King!"

The tall lord of Windhelm City looked like a dog with his neck pinched and his mouth clamped, and he let out a low growl of dissatisfaction in his throat.

"You started this civil war, plunged Skyrim into rebellion, implicated countless innocent people, and your crimes are countless. And now, I declare that the Empire will destroy you and restore peace to Skyrim! ”

Suddenly, several people present raised their heads and stared at the empty top of their heads.

They seemed to hear some strange noise coming from there.

"What is that?" Clerk Hadawa muttered, staring at the sky.

"Nothing can save him! Continue with the execution!" The old man waved his hand and quickly walked to the edge of the execution ground.

Beside the muscular executioner holding a long-handled axe, a hooded priestess in a dark golden silk robe began to recite prayers loudly,

"Transfer your souls to the divine realm, pray to the noble Eight Holy Spirits, you are the salt and soil of Nirn, our beloved..."

"It's the Nine Holy Spirits! Where did you put the great Talos?! Stop reading and give me a good one!"

Frien was surprised to see a Stormcloak soldier wearing a blue cloak striding away from the line of condemned prisoners, passing his lord Ulfric, and walking straight to the guillotine to receive his death!

In other words, rush to die.

That green face looks like he is just twenty years old. Is he really looking forward to death? Or does he have some purpose?

"My ancestors are welcoming me with open arms. Do you have any Imperial soldiers who have abandoned Talos?" Stormcloak placed his neck on the rough and cold guillotine, still making an impassioned speech.

"Click..."

The executioner carrying a long-handled ax raised and lowered his knife.

The soldier moved his head directly, and the blood gushing from his glaring head and neck rolled down into the rectangular groove in front of the guillotine.

"No, God!"

The **** scene made Frien and several prisoners around him pray desperately.

Whose turn is next?

Suddenly Frien's shoulders trembled, and the unconscious man was pushed out by an unknown prisoner. The soldiers immediately put him on the guillotine.

Frien's face looked painful, "Sorry, man, I can't protect myself, I can't save you!"

The executioner raised the long-handled axe, making a clear movement of inhaling and accumulating strength.

The ax blade was raised in the air and aimed at the man's neck, about to fall.

Shocking changes in apprenticeship!

"Roar..."

"Loda!"

A heart-stopping loud sound suddenly came from the sky, as if a thousand knives were being drilled into people's ears.

The executioner couldn't help but slow down his movements, put down his ax and turned around to look around.

Everyone in the execution ground also raised their heads, with confused expressions on their faces.

"What the **** is that?"

Shouts spread everywhere, and a huge creature emerged from the clouds in the blue sky. It stretched out a pair of wings as black as night, and while fluttering its wings across the sky, it cast a terrifying shadow on the ground.

Its huge wings flapped once, twice, and suddenly shot straight into the sky. Each time it flapped, it flew several miles away, and then swooped down again!

The shadow enveloped everyone, the temperature seemed to drop a few degrees suddenly, and people's teeth began to chatter.

"Sentinel, what did you see?!" the young general shouted.

"Boom!"

There was a sudden muffled sound, and a circle of yellow-brown dust shook off the side of the stone tower. A terrifying creature with black body and scales instantly fell to the top of the tower and entrenched itself there. Its huge body directly crushed the sentry into pieces. Meatloaf, two wings with bone spurs wrapped around half of the building below him.

The snake-like slender neck poked forward, revealing a terrifying head with thick black scales, long horns, **** skin, and beastly vertical pupils!

"Dragon!"

Some of the soldiers shouted in fear.

"Roar!" The terrifying beast responded with a war cry, which was chilling!

Its roar is full of great power, as if it can command all things in the world. The situation changes in an instant, and the clear sky suddenly turns orange-red, and brilliant clouds of fire emerge.

They spin like a whirlpool.

Rotate.

Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming shower of meteors flew out of the clouds, drawing bright arcs in the sky.

Falling!

"Boom!"

Sparks were flying and smoke was billowing.

The small and exquisite thatched houses in Holy Land Town suddenly burst into flames, and the prisoners, soldiers, and ordinary townspeople beside the execution site were all trapped in them.

Many unlucky people were directly smashed into charred corpses by falling flaming meteorites!

"Loda!"

The giant dragon on the stone tower opened its **** mouth and roared at the crowd.

A burst of invisible air fluctuations swept across, knocking all the soldiers beside the execution ground to the ground. The originally solemn and solemn execution ground was instantly thrown into chaos.

"What are you waiting for, guys! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, run away with me!" Ulfric led the shouting Ralof and several storm cloaks into the tower under the dragon.

Frien was just about to follow, but he noticed that the strange man was still leaning on the guillotine with his neck stretched out. If he ignored it, he would have no chance of surviving!

"Damn it!"

Frien gritted his teeth and made a decision that he would brag about countless times in the future. He wrapped his hands tied together by the rope around the man's neck and dragged him into the tower together like a dog.

"Breathe in..."

Frien bent over, panting violently, and his eyes rolled back from exhaustion.

Holy hell, his life of more than ten years combined was not as exciting as what he saw today.

It’s the teleporting dragon again, the meteor shower, and the storm cloak.

He also risked his life to save a strange man.

He could almost imagine that decades later, he would be sitting on the sofa by the campfire, telling these legendary experiences to his grandchildren on his knees.

But that's enough.

No matter how dangerous he is, he will not be a legend, but he will not be able to breathe.

……

When he looked around the entire hall, his expression changed.

Ralof of Brookwood Town, Lord Ulfric of Windhelm City, and a few of the shouting Stormcloak soldiers under his command did not have any Imperial people present. He had entered a den of thieves.

"Lord Ulfric? Based on your knowledge, do you know what that is? Is the legend true?" Ralof asked in shock, picked up a sword on the ground, and cut off the tied Fu with one sword. Rope around Lean's wrist.

"Legends will not raze the town to the ground!" the lord's calm and magnetic voice sounded, his face still calm. "Sooner or later, that thing will destroy the tower. It's not advisable to stay here for a long time. Go, find a way out of the town!"

After saying that, he rushed up to the tower.

"Boy, your name is Frien, right?" Ralof turned around and smiled at the dumbfounded young man.

"What is your brother's name?"

"..."

"I saw it just now, you are so interesting to him! You can't even protect yourself~IndoMTL.com~ and you still stick to him, you are a real man!" Larov praised and patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go, Go upstairs and we’ll take you away together!”

Ralof said as he walked along the spiral escalator at the edge of the tower to the second floor.

And Frien thought about it, and in the current situation, he seemed to have no choice, and there was no reason for the Stormcloak to harm such a little guy like him.

He helped the man climb up again with difficulty.

This violent turbulence, coupled with the chaotic noise outside the tower, the sound of meteorites hitting the ground and roof, the whirring sound of airflow... under various conditions.

The man finally groaned and opened his eyes.

Frien glanced at his side and suddenly noticed a pair of vertical pupils of dark gold and silver gray slowly rotating.

He said something he didn't understand at all.

Then a suffocating shadow appeared outside the hole, covering the two of them.