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Jonas clutched his head, and the Nord man opposite asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"It's a headache. By the way, my name is Jonas?? Baishan, what is your name?"

"Larov, Larov from Ximu Town. My home is not far from here, oh, death in my hometown is a good place. Hey, where are you from? You crossed the border when it was time to be arrested, could it be From Cyrodir?"

"Maybe." Jonas lowered his head and looked at himself, his sturdy body, a tattered black mage robe no longer looked like, the wolf leather shoes on his feet were broken and his dirty toes were exposed. He felt that there was something in his chest. I was so flustered that I touched it with my tied hand, which looked like a square pendant.

He has forgotten a lot, but he clearly knows the power he possesses, regardless of whether he is a prisoner now, but if he wants to escape, no one can stop him.

Jonas quietly broke the hemp rope that bound his wrist, and the eyes of the three people in the same car were almost staring. Larov smacking his lips, winking his eyebrows and beckoning the boy to do him a favor.

Jonas didn't respond, just leaned back in his chair for a while and relaxed.

The other Brighton was anxious. He was originally ugly. His skin was dark brown, his beard was red, and his cheeks were purple. Once he was emotional, he would be like being possessed by an evil spirit. Help me, or I'll report you!"

The imperial soldier turned his head again, and found that Jonas's strap was loose. He was about to yell, but he was hit in the face with a calming technique by Jonas, and silently turned his head to continue driving.

Larov let out a contradictory cry between disgust and joy, "A illusionist, great."

Jonas glanced at him sideways, and Larov smiled nervously, "Don't get me wrong, I can see you are a good person, but you also know that the illusionist's name is always bad."

"I am from the Destruction System, not from the Illusion System."

"Hey, why were you caught?" The Brighton man sneered.

"If you don't shut up, I'll give you a happy one." Jonas didn't even plan to look at him with his straight eyes.

"Oh, the Holy Spirit is above, tell me, I have to die if I resist, and I must die if I don't resist..." The Brighton man grinned, ugly.

They quarreled all the way, and Jonas had never really done anything to the Brighton horse thief. Except for the dumbfounded Uffric, the remaining three lads had a hot chat and began to remember their lives together, laughing.

"Jonas, where did you spend your childhood?"

"It should be at Cyro Dier, I still remember the appearance of the Platinum Tower, it is very majestic."

"The capital of the imperial bastards, oh, no matter how majestic it is, it is not a good thing! Don't sit in that position if you don't have that backbone!" Larov is always ridiculing, very acrimonious, but in fact this is a bold man, right I am extremely optimistic about the decapitation he will face, "Songgarde is waiting for me."

"Tell me, are you sure?" The horse thief murmured, "When you ran, let us also go."

Jonas turned his head to look at him, hehe smiled, "If I save you, what should I do to save other Stormcloak soldiers? If you want me to say, I'll just watch you die."

Larov said solemnly: "Don't care about us, please be sure to take His Highness Ulfric out."

"Will that do me any good? Mr. Horse Thief didn't say that, your stronghold Windhelm has been captured by the iron torrent of the Baron Dillo. In the final analysis, you are now a group of guerrillas. Worthless."

"The people of Skyrim will never surrender."

"Hahaha, come on." Jonas didn't believe it at all.

After this sentence, everyone fell silent, Larov looked sad, the horse thief still looked ugly, and Ulfric was still looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle of melancholy.

The long convoy of prisoners drove slowly and one after another into the wide gate of Helgen. This town is a barrier to the south of Skyrim Province. It stands on the main road leading to the center of the sky. It is a key town and is guarded by thousands of imperial soldiers. It is not difficult to attack and defend, but it is also tight enough that unless a dragon suddenly flies over to wreak havoc, the prisoners will never escape.

Larov said with emotion, "It's ridiculous. When I was a kid, I felt safe when I saw these high walls, but now I only feel ironic."

The horse thief began to tremble, his eyes were on the verge of collapse.

Jonas still looked lazy, "When the army no longer guards the people, when power overwhelms conscience, we should understand that the time has come to dedicate our blood and sweat to the innocent."

"Who told you this?"

Jonas blurted out, "Sir." Then he felt a huge blankness exploding from the bottom of his heart, as if a whole bag of flour was stuffed in an ink bottle, his thinking became stagnant and confused, "No, no, it's me. I thought about it myself."

"Oh, here we are."

The convoy stopped by the open-air execution ground, and the executioner holding a **** giant axe stood beside the stone platform. This is the guillotine. The prisoner was then held on the ground and kneeled, with his head on the stone. Then the executioner dropped his axe and called his head. Flying out and falling into a wooden frame in front of the stone, the blood sprayed from his neck can stain a large piece of sand in front of him.

There were many archers standing on the fence and on the observation platform. Their eyes were cold and insidious. There were several priests in the corner of the execution ground. Some were muttering to themselves, some were looking around boredly. They were responsible for praying to the prisoners. The Nord female warlord brought a tall Nord clerk to the convoy and ordered the prisoners to get out of the car.

Every prisoner is registered. They come from all over the sky, all of them are Nords. They come from all over the sky. There are men and women. The proportion of female soldiers in the storm cloak is relatively higher than that of the imperial army, because of the successive wars. Taking away the lives of many adult men~www.ltnovel.com~ The storm cloak headed by Ulfric had to ask the Nord sisters to put on armor and take up their weapons.

When Jonas got out of the car, he shook his hands. This frightened the people around him. They all drew out their swords and drew their longbows. As long as the captain gave an order, they would smash the Brighton boy.

The female officer frowned and ordered a soldier beside him: "Go and catch him."

Jonas was about to say something when he suddenly felt his heart miss a beat. He stared at the skyrocket peak in the distance with a little flustered. In the depths of the clouds, a dark shadow was floating.

There was a long howl of a dragon from afar. This sound hadn't sounded in the sky for thousands of years, so that everyone was at a loss.

"What's that sound?"

Female officer: "Don't worry, get that kid up first."

Next, in the shocked expressions of everyone, Jonas floated gently and flew into the air.

The female officer yelled, "It's a mage! The archer shoots!"

Larov suddenly yelled, "Brothers in the storm cloak, fight it!" He took the lead and rushed towards the female officer, planning to use his tied hands to fight steel and blades.

The execution ground suddenly fell into chaos, and the horse thief turned and ran away.

Above the sky, the dragon howl came again. A huge, solemn, and handsome black dragon flew down in the clouds and hit the largest fortress in Helgen. The earth trembled. He looked at Jonas in mid-air, Qian Wan Feiya couldn't hurt him at all, his brilliant eyes were as majestic as torches.

"!"

The black dragon roared, the sky was covered with dim clouds, the huge meteorite was like a flying rain, smashed frantically, and Helgen turned into scorched earth in an instant.

Eater of the World, Alduin!

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