Traveling through The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

I was awakened by a sudden jolt and was about to rub my eyes, but I found my hands were tied tightly.

"This! Kidnapping?! What kind of deity is so blind that he would kidnap even a loser like me?"

My name is Luo Ke, I am a cook, or to be more precise, a former cook. Due to well-known reasons, the small restaurant I worked for was closed down. With only three jobs and no other skills, I had to stay at home, refreshing the recruitment page over and over again, and living a desperate life. Now, I have been kidnapped, and I haven't even finished the instant noodles I stockpiled.

A deep male voice came from the right: "Hey, you finally woke up!" I looked in the direction of the voice. It was a blond hunk with his hands tied like me. This guy looks familiar? Oh my god! Isn't this Ralof? The Stormcloak! Then I, have I traveled through time?

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, a masterpiece by Bethesda, has a very large game content and a high degree of freedom. It is my favorite game. However, I have been immersed in the side quests, killing the bosses of the four major guilds, holding Serana's hand, and listening to Cicero's endless chatter... Aoki destroyed the world? Don't be ridiculous, I didn't even get the Horn of the Windcaller!

"You are planning to cross the border and then dive into the encirclement of the Empire, just like us and this little thief beside you." Larov used a gibberish language, which was definitely not the English dubbed in the game, but I was miraculously able to understand it. After he finished speaking, he turned his head and stuck out his lips at me.

Wait! This little thief, is he talking about me?!

I looked up and saw a brown-haired old man in his sixties. Although his mouth was blocked, he could not hide his domineering aura. Who else could it be but Ulfric? Then, isn't my position the same as that of the horse thief Rocker?

This is not right! People who traveled to Skyrim all became Dragonborn! With all the skills and the aura of the protagonist, surrounded by women, Voslota. How come I traveled here and became a horse thief! And I was the first one to die in the plot!

This isn't fair! Just because my name is Luo Ke, they found me a person with a similar name, Rocker? Just because I was a loser in my previous life, I am still a loser after traveling through time? !

"You damn Stormcloaks, Skyrim is not peaceful without you..." The dialogue in the plot came out of my mouth naturally, also in that kind of gibberish language. But I was in no mood to care about it. I had to find a way, I couldn't just die after crossing over.

How to do?How to do?

Ah! Got it! Since I'm Rocker, then the person opposite Larov is naturally the Dragonborn, the protagonist who will run rampant in the future, possessed by Conan, and kill countless people wherever he goes. I just need to hold back and not run, and then follow the Dragonborn, and naturally turn danger into safety. Maybe I can even become a character like Watson and publish a memoir in the future. Septim has it.

After making up my mind, I looked up and found that the dragonborn was also looking at me in confusion. That was a - a tiger man? That's right, a tiger woman, a little female cat, brown and yellow, with satin-like fur, and furry paws tied tightly. This is my future goddess! I wonder if a tiger man's tail will be pulled, will it have diarrhea... Uh... Anyway, let's say hello first.

"Hey! You! You and I, we shouldn't be here..." I wanted to talk properly, but I kept reciting lines. This Rocker has less than one thousandth of the role in the game, but his character is very vivid: timid and foul-mouthed. First he scolded Ralof and Stormcloak, then he complained about Ulfric, and he was even more unreasonable when talking to the Dragonborn. Fortunately, he died at the beginning, otherwise he might not have died.

The little cat blinked and said nothing, probably because she didn't want to pay attention to me. But the imperial soldier driving the car shouted at us to shut up. The convoy slowly drove into Helgen. Larov "enthusiastically" introduced General Tullius and Thalmor, as well as Helgen's gin to us. Of course, I also "devoutly" prayed to the holy spirits.

The real Helgen is much bigger than the one in the game. Think about it, a city in the game is just a big courtyard with a dozen or twenty households. A village like Helgen only has three or five small houses. However, the Helgen in front of us has a five-meter-high wall, a wooden gate, and the main road in the city can accommodate three carriages. Although the houses are not big, they are crowded together, and it looks like a large settlement.

The carriage stopped and we lined up. Hadawa and the female captain were ready to call out our names. I took a deep breath and decided that I would just follow Old Ulrich obediently and wait for Mr. Ao to come over and spit out a "Tu~su~" sound. Then I would follow the little cat girl into the tower and live together forever!

"Ulfric Stormcloak."

"It would be my pleasure, Lord Ulfric."

"Larov of Riverwood."

Here it comes! Hold on!

"Loristed's Locker."

Turn left! I took a firm step and shouted!

"I'm not a rebel! You can't do this to me!"

What the hell! This shout stunned me, and then I rushed forward with the speed of Jingle Bells...