Traveling through The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

"Archer!"

A deep female voice sounded, and a second later, a huge force pushed me out. "This bastard, did he max out his divine arm? I'm going to die..." I could feel Locke's soul slowly dissipating, and strangely, my soul began to take over this body. A sharp pain came, and I almost fainted, and then came Locke's memory.

Roker of Loristed, a Nord, male, 21 years old. His father died when Roker was young, and he still had a mother at home. When he was 15, he followed his uncle to start a horse trading business. There are not many horses in Skyrim, and they are mainly bought from other provinces, such as Hammerfell. Roker's main customers are caravans, who will buy one or two camels and horses. Lords and nobles will also buy some horses, but they have special channels, and people like Roker can't get in. Horses are mainly for personal use. Even the High King can't afford a complete cavalry team. Riding a horse in Skyrim is simply a symbol of wealth and status, which is basically equivalent to having a private jet.

Originally, Uncle Locker's business was pretty good, but accidents happened one after another. First, the Aldmeri launched a war against the Empire, and Hammerfell, High Rock, and Cyrodiil were all caught in the flames of war. The road became more and more unsafe, and the army killed people everywhere. Where there was no army, bandits killed people everywhere. In the west of Skyrim, on the road to Hammerfell, the Reachmen started a riot and took over Markarth. Most of the Nords passing by wanted to leave their heads. Then, Ulfric opened the city gate with a voss, and the Reachmen were killed in pieces. Then, the Empire broke its promise, arrested Ulfric, and banned the worship of Talos. Seven years later, Ulfric was released from prison, and Skyrim fell into civil war. The Empire sent General Tullius to quell the rebellion. Solitude and Windhelm were the first to issue a horse collection order. Without the authorization of the lord, private individuals were not allowed to own horses. All existing horses were confiscated. Whiterun, Markarth, and Rift Valley followed suit immediately. The five horses in Locke's hands became the property of the Lord of Windhelm, and each horse was compensated with one Septim gold coin, which was basically robbery. Locke's uncle was so angry that he collapsed on the bed. Locke had to steal horses and sell them himself. As a result, he only made two sales before he was caught and killed by the Imperials.

In this case, it is understandable that Rocker is foul-mouthed. No one can tolerate the loss of both money and life. But what can we do? Rocker has already lost his life. I will accompany the dragon kitten to the rest of the journey. I endured the pain and opened my eyes. There were already two bodies lying on the guillotine. Why didn't Mr. Ao come yet? Doesn't Helgen need to check the nucleic acid test report?

Wait! Two! I shook my head vigorously and looked carefully. Yes, there were two bodies, and one of them was the little cat girl I had high hopes for!

Dragonborn...dead?

What should I do? You know, the plot of this game revolves around the story of the last Dragonborn defeating Alduin, the World Devourer. Now that the Dragonborn has been beheaded, doesn't that mean Alduin will inevitably destroy the world? This is not the way it works, right? I traveled through time and space, and it's okay to be killed by the plot, but now the whole world is doomed to be destroyed? What should I do? After Alduin destroys the world, should I travel back and continue to look for a job, or is the game over? I don't have a place to ask this! Or, if the Dragonborn and Alduin don't come, and Ulfric will be chopped off by the Empire, and the whole game will end?

Just when I was at a loss, the energetic female captain called Larov's name. This woman must be a pervert. After killing three people in a row, she was so excited that she danced with joy. She was so flexible in heavy armor. Her attainments must be not inferior to Halga. Larov was about to step forward when the huge body of Ao appeared in the sky. Alas! What was coming finally came! The blood flowed like a river without the king. The Devourer of the World woke up, but the last Dragonborn was chopped off by the unfortunate empire!

"Guards! Get the townsfolk to safety! Soldiers, townsfolk, and you Stormcloak scum, get into the castle! Quick!"

"Someone! Bring the battle mage here! Now!"

Lao Tu shouted and commanded the imperial troops, while Lao Wu and his brothers entered the castle. Watching the small wooden door slam shut, a question suddenly popped up in my mind: Shouldn't I go in with Larov?

Ao didn't give me time to think about life. He sent away the executioner and the priestess with his breath. Suddenly, stones and wood flew everywhere, and a whole row of wooden houses were on fire. This guy was lying on the tower like a gecko, knocking a big hole with his head, and then he breathed in again. This plot, well, Ao still followed the script, but the problem is, what should I do? There was originally a dragonborn in my script!

My hands were still tied tightly, and there was fire and smoke everywhere. Soldiers were cursing, children were crying, and Tullius was trying to organize a defense. No one noticed that I had quietly resurrected. But from the moment I came through, I realized that my luck was not good. Before I could stand firmly, I was hit by the strong wind blown by General Ao and fell into a room. The wound on my waist hurt, and I fainted again.