The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"I saw a lot of people playing a very strange card game in Solitude. How much do you know about it? I think people are very happy to play." Sam filled his glass and asked Zelin.

"Um... you are lucky, you have found the right person." Zelin raised his eyebrows slightly. "I am very proficient in this card game. In fact, I am also very proficient in the production and rule-making of cards in Solitary City. Participated a lot."

They were drinking and talking about the issue and circulation of Gwent cards in Tamriel. Sam put forward some suggestions for improvement. In order to make the game go beyond the sky, they can divide the cards by province. Group. For this new-style game, Sam Guiven is full of enthusiasm, and put forward a lot of valuable opinions. Zelin doesn’t know how this kind of game is for the residents of other provinces, but for Skyrim, the card that anyone can participate in is definitely better than listening to the bard reciting stories and singing songs, or only strong fighters. Participating in boxing and fighting is more attractive.

There are almost no gates in this game. The only thing you need to do is to find a set of cards. Only twenty cards are enough.

The wine bottle on the table quickly fell down, and when the alcohol started to make people less sober, Zelin couldn't remember how long he had stayed with the snow squirrel. But he did have a very good chat with Sam Guiven, and it seems that Sam Guiven is the same. When Sam asked the tavernkeeper to bring up the stocked mead again, Zelin's remaining sanity made him wave his hand.

"I think...I might need to go to the room. I originally planned to leave Solitary City tomorrow." The surrounding scenery was a little shaky, and Zelin vaguely noticed that the tavern owner was relieved. Sam might have to vacate him one day today. "It's nice...I can have a good chat with you before leaving."

"I'm also very happy. Let me take you to the upper room." Sam Guiven doesn't seem to have anything at all. Zelin must admit that in terms of drinking, he may really be better than this. A young man with a cheerful look.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm still not drunk." Zelin took out a bottle of wife's tears and took a sip. Soon, the swaying tavern and the figure stabilized in front of him. "The best solution in the world Alcohol medicine, do you want a sip?"

"Thank you, this is a good thing." Sam took the potion and took a sip. "It tastes good."

"A gift for you." Zelin waved to Sam's hand that returned the potion bottle. "I hope we will see you next time."

"Of course, I hope we will have the opportunity to drink together like this one time in the future. You are the best drinker I have ever seen."

After bidding farewell to Sam, Zelin returned to his room where he was blinking snow squirrel, lying on a slightly hard bed, and soon fell asleep.

Chapter VIII Turning Upside Down

Demon hunters have always had a good sleep.

He knew how to control his spirit. Although Zelin would not be bored enough to do it while sleeping, he had been alive for so long, and some things had become subconscious instinct. For example, stay alert while sleeping. After all, in his world, even if you stay at the Crossroads Inn, you can't be sure if a vampire monster is hungry and crazy crawling in from the window at night.

But this time, the wife’s tears potion did not seem to be so effective. He felt his head dizzy, like he had drunk several barrels of the most mellow wine from Tousent the night before, and drank too much wine. Drunk is always the most difficult situation to deal with. But even if you take a little longer, it shouldn’t affect anything.

Feeling the side of the hard bed below, Zelin rolled over a little bit, but suddenly, the touch of the snow squirrel bed under him was completely different from that of the blinking snow squirrel bed board, which made him wake up quite a bit. The demon hunter sat up abruptly, subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the long sword placed by the pillow before going to bed, and prepared to produce the rune of the Kunen's seal with his other hand. But at this moment, the scenery in front of him was a little taken aback.

These are in a building made of neatly carved marble blocks. At this time, a rectangular building seemed to be a temple, with beautiful wall carvings on the surrounding walls, especially in the four most conspicuous corners of the hall, where four statues of women of equal size, which seemed to be made of gold, were placed. In the temple candlelight, it emits a bright golden light. The sculptor of these statues must be a person who knows art. These statues perfectly reflect the elegance and beauty of women in appearance and lines.

It is a pity that Zelin is not a visitor to the art museum, nor a visitor to appreciate the statue. He found that his sword did not know where it went, as did the dagger and short sword on his body. This is not a good thing. The best situation is that he encounters a thief, and the most troublesome situation is that he encounters a mage who is conspiring against it.

"...Where is this?"

Zelin rubbed his forehead and stood up slowly. There is a refreshing fragrance in the temple. The architectural style of this temple is very strange. Demon hunters have walked many places in the sky, but he does not remember that there is a temple of this style in that city. Under the nearby altar of idols, fruits and flowers are placed, and a brazier is placed on the middle platform. There are many lavender around the brazier, and the fragrance is emitted from here.

"You woke up, as a drunk, you were quiet last night. That's right, it's time to get up, this is not a place to shelter drunks."

Suddenly, Zelin heard a voice coming from the side. A woman in a dark orange priest's robe stood aside. Her expression was a little stiff, and her eyes did not hide her dissatisfaction with Zelin. Zelin understood that he would not like a drunkard who ran to other people's places after getting drunk.

"I'm sorry... I don't remember what happened last night, but..." Zelin sighed, clutching his forehead. He moved a little bit because he slept on a hard stone slab all night, causing some stiffness in his shoulders and neck. "What is this place? How come I came here?"

"Of course you don't remember coming here." Seeing Zelin's apologizing attitude, the priest's tone improved a bit. "Thank your friend, it was she who allowed you to live here. You suddenly appeared at the gate of the temple last night. , And you were drunk. Fortunately, you have a friend here. She assured the temple that you will not cause harm to the temple. But for safety reasons, we will take all your weapons away and put them in the gods. Below the temple. If you are sober, I will go get your weapon back."

"This is really good news..." Zelin sighed again. His body kept protesting to him. He now feels sore all over his body, just like running 10,000 steps before going to bed. The hardest earth element had a fight "Oh, by the way, what is this place?"

"Did you wake up?" The priestess interlaced her hands on her chest. "Here is the holy spirit of art and beauty, the temple of Goddess Dibera, and this is the city of Markas. I will take your things, Don’t walk around, this is the Temple of Dibela, a place for women. You can stay here, but you can’t go to other places."

"I will stay here, don't worry." Zelin waved his hand, indicating that he would follow the priest's request.

Markas City, this can explain why he came to a building he didn't know at all. The Demon Hunter has never been to Markas City in the future, and has never been to the Reaching. He didn't understand why, from the tavern in the capital of Hafingal to the north, in the tavern in Solitary City, he arrived in the south of Ritchell in the blink of an eye, in the Temple of Dibera in Markas City.

He has never been to Marcus City, and naturally does not know the people led by Reach. The priestess said that he had a friend in this city, but he couldn't remember who it was. And there is one more important thing. Now that Marcus City is controlled by the storm cloak, he and the storm cloak basically have no intersection. The friends the priest said are definitely not from the storm cloak.

When the priestess brought back the weapons of the demon hunter, Ze Lin checked it out, and there was nothing missing, including the ebony blade. No matter who threw him to the Temple of Dibera, the purpose of that person should not be malicious, and he did not even steal anything from him.

Maybe it's a boring prank? Judging by the spellcasters that Zelin knew, many of them would do this.

Zelin reconfirmed the time with Di Bella's priestess. He was sure that the snow squirrel was asleep in the blink of an eye from him now, but it was just a night later. In just one night, he appeared at the door of the Temple of Dibera. If you drive normally, from Solitary City to Markas City, it will take almost three days. In the morning of the fourth day, you can see the walls of Markas City.

"I am sorry for the damage and influence I have caused, and I will try my best to make up for it if necessary. However, can I be allowed to ask one more thing at the end?"

"Goddess Dibella teaches us kindness and forgiveness." The priestess nodded. "Go ahead, what else do you want to ask?"

"That friend of mine... did she say anything before she left last night?" If he could know more about it, maybe he could figure out who helped him last night.

"Yes, I am going to convey it to you. Your friend said that she is in the Silver Blood Hotel in the city now. If you wake up, go to the Silver Blood Hotel to find her."

Chapter 894: Unexpected joy

Pushing open the bright yellow metal gate of the Temple of Dibela, the city of Markas, known as the city of megaliths, appeared in front of the demon hunters.

In the early morning, the sun was blocked by the surrounding cliffs. Looking around, the morning mist in Markas has not yet dissipated. The city is located in a horseshoe-shaped canyon, layered on top of the cliffs. Stone bridges and steps form almost all of the streets of Macas. Only near the city gate, there is a flat open space. Because it was still early, the city seemed a little quiet, and the ears of the demon hunters were only the sound of water flowing from the cliffs of the city not far away. The water from the waterfall forms a stream in the city, flowing along the uneven rocks all the way to the outside of the city.

This is the first time Zelin has come to the city on the southwestern corner of Skyrim. The architectural style of Marcus is very different from other Skyrim cities, because this city was not originally created by the Nords. Markus was built on a city of Dwemer, that is to say, the houses and corridors of Markus City today lived with dwarves that have long since disappeared in this world. The city has attracted a large number of archaeologists, collectors and artists with the unearthed Dummer cultural relics and its Dummer architectural style.

But here, Zelin did not see artists and archaeologists at first sight. On the road in the early morning, he saw many ragged miners heading to the mines on the other side of the city in groups. The strategic position of Markus City is very important, otherwise Ulfric would not be able to name Rift City in exchange for Markus City at the Peace Conference. Ulfric is naturally not an archaeologist or artist, nor does he value the unearthed cultural relics of the city of Markas.

Markas owns the largest mine in Skyrim. Gold mines, silver mines, iron ore, people can find all kinds of ore veins in Markas City. And becoming a miner seems to have become a means of making a living for many people in this city. Although this way of making a living makes them look like their waists are about to be crushed by the miner's shovel on their shoulders.

Passing through the up and down streets and steps of Markas City, there are many storm cloak guards on the road. Many guards patrolled the mines, supervising the transport of ore from the mines, into the workshops, and forging iron ingots to provide weapons and armor for the expanding Stormcloak army. Ulfric would never let his soldiers fight against the well-equipped Imperial Legion with sticks and stones.

After asking the pedestrians nearby, Zelin found the Silver Blood Inn, probably in the middle of Markas. The demon hunter has never been to the dwarf ruins in the sky, and the city of Markas can just give him a glimpse of the dwarf ruins. Some people say that the city is a group of Nords who are mining, occupying the part of the dwarf ruins on the ground, without even undergoing any transformation. Including the hotel where Zelin is currently going. Maybe just how many years ago, this inn was still the house of a dwarf nobleman.

"You finally woke up."

In the Silver Blood Hotel, Zelin saw what the Priestess Dibela mentioned, his friend "I am going to visit you at the Temple of Dibela, why did you drink so much wine?"

"Virginia, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Unlike in Winterhold, the chief mage now wears a light robe that is convenient for movement, instead of a heavy archmage robe. She was sitting by the fireplace in the Silver Blood Hotel, holding a bowl of vegetable soup in her hand. Seeing the demon hunter, she put down the wooden bowl in her hand, stood up, and stretched out the hair that was pressing on her forehead due to her sleep.

"I didn't expect that you would come to Markas City and fall drunk in front of the Temple of Dibera." The chief mage slightly pursed his lips. "Drunk like that, have you encountered any sadness? Do you need to talk to me?"

"I can't talk about sad things, but there are a lot of strange things." It's nothing more than that Virginia would think like this. A person who was almost never drunk suddenly became unconscious. Most of them are difficult to let go of. Sad things or major blows. However, Zelin is not only not sad now, but he has solved two enemies hidden in the dark by the way, and naturally there is no sadness at all. "But we can just have a chat. We haven't seen each other for a while. "

Zelin sat down on the chair beside Virginia, and the chief mage sat down as well. The demon hunter beckoned to the maid who was cleaning the ground with a broom.

"Give me the same breakfast as this guest."

During the chat with Virginia, Zelin knew that the Chief Mage was commissioned by the local lord of Markas City to come here to solve the subsequent disaster caused by the Eye of Magnus. This disaster was the same as that of the Winter Fortress. The situation is similar, but the scale is much smaller. There are some small magical cracks in the sky, and magical creatures keep pouring out of the cracks. Only the Staff of Magnus can solve the problem. When the demon hunter first came to Helgan, Professor Toldiv spoke about it casually, but Zelin did not expect that Virginia hadn't left Markas City yet.

"I can actually leave, but there have been a lot of attacks by swearers recently in Reach. Reach’s stables are temporarily closed. It’s not like letting my soft leather boots grind in the mountains near Markas early. Bad, so I stayed temporarily in the city."

"Abandoner?" Zelin has not heard the name of abandoner in other places. "What is this?"

"A group..." Virginia lowered her voice, but they were sitting in a corner beside the hotel. No one would notice here. Not to mention that in the morning, people are busy with work and there are not many guests in the Silver Blood Hotel." You can treat them as insurgents. No matter what kind of hatred or power they have, they are now just a group of thugs hiding in the mountains outside the city, attacking passing pedestrians and attacking innocent people in the city."

After Virginia's introduction, Zelin almost understood what was going on with this group of swearers. Virginia knew that the demon hunter came from another world, so her explanation was very detailed. This group of abandoners used to be the aboriginals of Reach, a group of Brighton people. They had a lot of grievances with the Nords of Skyrim in the past. The last blood feud was 20 years ago. Before Ulfric had set off a rebellion, he defeated and occupied Marca by taking advantage of the chaos brought about by the great war. The swearers in the city of Sicheng drove these swearers back to the wilderness.

Therefore, after the Peace Conference, the Empire handed over the city of Markas to the Cloak of Storms, which made those who were hiding in the mountains even more angry. One after another, the attack occurred to the extent that people outside the city of Markas became more angry. Roads are now extremely pedestrian.

Since nothing happened lately, plus Virginia was watching the Dwarf Ruins Museum in Markas City these days, she stayed in the city for a while.