Traveling through The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

It took us four days to arrive in front of Solitude. We showed our envoys and the guards opened the gate. Even though I was prepared, I couldn't help but sigh that this was a real city. Crossing a small arch bridge, a wide street led directly to the market. Houses on both sides were lined up and pedestrians were bustling. Solitude is located in the center of Skyrim and has always been a trading capital. Most of the merchants passing through Helgen and Falkreath are destined for here. The prosperous business also brings a relatively tolerant atmosphere. Even though the two camps are on the verge of a war, Solitude welcomes guests from all directions with a smile - as long as you are not a tiger man. I have seen modern metropolises, and I am not very interested in Solitude, a city that is not as good as a third-tier city. Rhodes and Riya are full of praise. Eric simply lost his mind and hated that he was born with only a pair of eyes. He looked around and almost bumped into people several times.

According to the original plan, Eric and Riya went to the inn to get a room first, and then looked for the Red Guard traitor. Rod and I crossed the city and headed straight for Dragon's Palace. The Whiterun City in the other world is much more lively than in the game. There are probably hundreds of houses in the plains area. I saw seven or eight Red Guards along the way, both men and women. I don't know which one is Amulun, and I don't know if Riya can find Satya successfully. I specifically asked Riya to go to Mare Banner to get a room. I can only help you up to this point.

The area around the golden tree was turned into a street park, with small bridges and flowing water, and children playing. Unfortunately, it was winter, the wild flowers had all withered, and the golden tree had died, a scene of withering. Passing through the withered golden tree, I heard Heimsko preaching with a loud voice. The statue of Talos must be a hundred meters away from here. This guy yells like this every day, and he has a talent for tenor. The preaching of charlatans is the same in any era. It is a typical "listen to your words as if you listen to your words", with no skills or logic, and it all relies on emotions. However, as long as you immerse yourself in it day after day, and the believers influence each other, and let emotions replace reason, it is only a matter of time before you are brainwashed. As a new person who grew up under the red flag, I have an instinctive aversion to such people and things. Even if I am in a different world where gods are definitely present, this feeling is still very strong.

What are gods? Are gods good or evil? The answer is actually very simple. Gods and humans are like humans and ants. When I was a child, I often observed ants and often played tricks on these interesting little animals. The most outrageous thing I did was to pour a bubble of boy's urine into their nests. If you look at it from the perspective of ants, am I not the god who sent down the flood to destroy the world? Then did I send down the disaster because the ants did something blasphemous? No, people just have three urgent needs. Ants can certainly build complex and huge ant nests, and even bite people very painfully, but so what? Urine is not as good as mine, I still have feces! And can ants understand my likes and dislikes? Can they understand that I was scolded for my poor test scores? Can they understand that I cut my hand while practicing knife skills? Can they understand the pain of my unemployment? No! They can't even understand what my bubble of urine is about. The saying "When humans think, God laughs" is not because gods are omniscient and omnipotent, but because the strength of the two is too far apart, and the weaker one cannot understand the world of the other.

The most annoying thing about the other world is that the Holy Spirit and the Demon God are very keen to interfere in the mortal world. It's like dozens of people surrounding an ant nest. What if one of them can't hold back...

As soon as I entered Dragonsreach, I was attracted by the huge dragon head hanging above the throne. It was a real dragon head, not a skeleton. Except for the two eyes replaced by two wooden balls, it had all the scales, horns and teeth, so Whiterun should have killed Mirmaniel without the Dragonborn. As the direct descendant of Olaf One-Eye, Balgruuf must be very proud to imitate his ancestor to slay the dragon.

The hall was bustling with activity. The lord was presiding over a meeting. The speaker was a bald uncle, a senior general of Whiterun: Commander Caius.

"The Whiterun Tower repelled another wave of attacks yesterday. Three people were injured. This is the third time this month. They need support. Quiet Moon Camp and Gray Marsh Fortress have been lost. If the Western Tower does not send people, the road to Loristide will be very dangerous. And Waltham Tower, there have been no caravans from the Rift Valley in the past two months. We have to send someone to check the situation."

"We don't have that many people. We lost five men in the battle at the western sentry tower, and four are seriously injured. If another dragon comes, we don't know if we can hold on!"

"Why not just withdraw the soldiers from Ximu Town?"

"We can't retreat from Riverwood now. Falkreath has already sent troops to Helgen. I disagreed with the lord sending troops there in the first place, but now..."

"Then Loristed..."

"You're crazy! If the Forsworn comes down the mountain, they'll be no more honest than a dragon!"

A group of people were talking to each other, but Balgruuf just held his forehead and didn't say anything. Whiterun looked very bright, but in fact it had already lost control of its territory. A city that survived on trade could not protect the safety of the trade routes. The thieves who cut the road had already stretched their claws to the edge of the city wall. Everyone was talking lively, but it was Irileth who noticed Rhodes and me. The dark elf drew his sword and walked over cautiously. This woman has a very unpleasant personality. How can she not talk to an unarmed person and show her weapon right away?

"We are commanded by Lord Sidgeir of Falkreath to see Lord Balgruuf the Great."

Irileth took the letter and led us to the lord. I glanced at the people present. In addition to Caius, Proventus, and Holungar, there were also Vignar of the Greymane family, Offred of the Battlecracker family, and three men and one woman I didn't know. Judging from their clothes, they should be well-known figures in Whiterun. I told them about the Imperial envoy Skuna who turned into a werewolf and killed people in Falkreath, and proposed that the two sides form an alliance to jointly resist the Empire and the Stormcloaks. After reading the letter, Balgruuf asked everyone, "What do you think?"

"If we form an alliance with Lord Falkreath, we can withdraw the garrison in the south and increase the defense force in other directions."

"But the garrison in Riverwood was not originally intended to defend Falkreath, but to guard against dragons."

"The dragon is dead. You can see this obvious fact if you look up."

"It's not like there's only this one dragon."

"Great, we don't have to worry about the dragons, we just have to deal with the Imperials and Stormcloaks at the same time, as well as the werewolves and bandits."

Balgruuf interrupted the frank conversation and said, "I am curious about how Lord Sidgeir plans to fight against both the Empire and the Stormcloaks at the same time."

"I'm afraid Lord Sidgeir will have to ask you about this issue. After all, there is no other lord in Skyrim who dares to publicly worship Talos while rejecting Windhelm."

"I only stand on Xueman's side."

"Your ancestor was a high king who defeated the dragon. How can you be content with mediocrity and servility? Skyrim needs a true Nord to stand up and save her."

"Skyrim remains part of the Empire. For centuries, we have benefited from the Empire's protection and flourishing trade with the south. In exchange, Cyrodiil can sleep soundly, knowing their northern borders are guarded by the fiercest warriors."

"Then you will have no choice but to tear down the altar of Talos in the Windy District, accept the laws set by the Thalmor, and invite the elves into the city to capture your people, just as Solitude and Markarth did. Cyrodiil betrayed Hammerfell and Skyrim, and the emperor is just a puppet of the Aldmeri. If you value the trade of the south, you should not ignore the friendship of Falkreath."

"This is a serious matter. I need time to think about it. Please stay in the hotel for one night and come back tomorrow morning." Balgruuf waved his hand and asked us to leave.

Ruiya was like an ant on a hot pot, pacing around outside Longxiao Palace. When she saw us coming out, she quickly came over and lowered her voice, "Something happened."