Traveling through The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

My fall had a miraculous effect. The spear was like a python coming out of a cave. I covered the distance that was originally three or four steps away in one step. The man in black did not expect me to be so fast and screamed in surprise.

"Lockel! Don't!"

This voice is so familiar! But I couldn't stop myself anymore, so I could only try my best to deflect the tip of the gun. The short blade brushed past the black-clothed man's shoulder, slicing through his clothes with a sizzling sound, and a faint smell of blood filled the air. The other man wailed, sat on the ground, crying and cursing.

"Locke, you lunatic! You killed me as soon as I got home! I'm Cindy! I'm going to sue you to the boss!"

"Cindy? How did you get through the window..."

"The door is locked! Why don't you go find me some medicine!"

We made quite a noise, and Riya and Dad came over to check, and Rigel also poked his head out, rubbing his eyes. This time Cindy became even more dramatic and burst into tears.

"Boss, save me! This guy Locke is going to kill me!"

After coaxing the other two away, Rigel led Cindy and me into her room. While Cindy was applying medicine and bandaging, I could only stand facing the wall. The two sisters were mumbling something, and soon they started laughing evilly. After a long while, Rigel asked me to turn around. The evil smile on Cindy's face was about to flow down her chin to the ground. I had no doubt that the two were going to make fun of me, so I took the initiative and asked her where she had been for the past month.

Cindy's experience was similar to what I had imagined. Astrid, the leader of the Dark Brotherhood, had used some means to abduct her to a swamp far away in the border of Yar while she was sleeping. Because she had killed the target of the Dark Brotherhood, Helvard, Astrid invited her to join. Seeing that the other party was so powerful and so amiable, Cindy agreed without hesitation. However, the big sister left the Black Gate code and disappeared, leaving a silly girl in pajamas holding a dagger, shivering in the cold wooden house. Fortunately, the tiger man she chose to sacrifice the knife was about the same size as her, and his clothes were decent, which allowed Cindy to barely find the confidence to open the door, but the small round hole in the pants above the hips was a little embarrassing.

"Why did you choose to kill the tiger man?"

"Well... when someone points a knife at you, begging for mercy or cursing is a normal reaction. But if you still have the mood to act like a big shot at this time, you must not be a good person. Besides, the other two are Nords!"

Well, the last sentence is the key, right? In the game, everyone always likes to complain about the racial discrimination of the Stormcloaks, but only when you are in it will you understand that there are almost no people in this alien world who do not discriminate against other races. For example, the Broken Shield family in Windhelm City exploits the Dark Elves, but the Dark Elves are also harsh on their Argonians. For example, the Reachmen and Nords have historical grievances since the First Age, and have killed each other in recent years. It has long become a mess that cannot be settled. How can they meet and laugh off their grievances? As for the two races of Khajiit and Argonians, you can tell at a glance that they are not my kind, so you must be doubly wary. The Thalmor has successfully attracted hatred for all elves with his crazy anti-human behavior. If I didn't have the existence of Ilandur and the like around me, I would definitely want to make soap out of all the elves I met. These prejudices have long been infiltrated into the blood, and the actions of each race have more or less deepened the gap. One or two moderates are simply unable to change the overall situation. What's more, many moderates are actually just naive saints, and their style of behavior can be compared to performance art. For example, Brunwulf, who fiercely criticized Ulfric when he was in opposition, still kept out Argonians and Khajiit after he came to power, and the situation of the dark elves did not improve substantially. What's the difference between this and those unscrupulous politicians who lie for votes?

After changing her clothes, Cindy robbed the three of their money. She quickly identified the large muddy swamp where the Yar River and the Cass River meet, but she didn't know the exact location. In fact, the cabin was close to the mouth of the Yar River. If it was a clear day, she would definitely be able to see the blue palace of Solitude in the distance. In any case, Cindy knew that she was now in the northernmost part of Skyrim. If she wanted to return to Falkreath, the shortest route would be to go directly south, but that meant crossing the endless swamp alone in the cold winter, enduring the stench of corruption, surviving on sewage and weeds, and carefully avoiding the man-eating mud pits and the terrible beasts lurking in them.

So the girl chose to go around to dry and stable land first, and then find a way to the south. The river bank on the east side is relatively close, and in the west, except for a lone rocky mountain, it is all swamps hidden in the thick fog. It is self-evident which side to choose. The former owner of this cabin may be a fisherman. There is a small sampan parked outside the house. Although it is leaking a little, it can barely reach the other side. Dragging her wet trouser legs, Cindy walked into the vast snowfield in the west of Cangyuan Territory. It will take her less than a day to know how bad her choice is. This area is one of the most desolate and barren places in the entire Skyrim Province. Not to mention residents and robbers, even wild animals are rare.

Cindy regretted it for a while, and hesitated whether to return to the cabin in the Yar River and try the road to the west, which led to her long-lost hometown, Rich Territory, where it might be easier to get supplies. But in the evening, she saw smoke rising from the east, so she gritted her teeth and continued to move forward. This girl had once escaped alone in the wilderness when she was young, so she had some survival experience. She survived the first day by relying on the snow and a few tomatoes that had not yet spoiled in the cabin. However, what she thought was the smoke was actually a column of smoke from a burned house. The bed was the starting point of the fire, the door was locked, and the owner was burned to death by the door. Cindy, who was starving and cold, had no time to investigate the truth of the fire. She was finally able to keep warm and replenish the calories she urgently needed.

Cindy found a path that was almost covered by snow near the burned house. After traveling day and night, she arrived in Morningstar City three days later. At the same time, we had escorted Dad back to Falkreath City. At this time, the capital of Cangyuan Territory was still celebrating that the nightmare that had plagued people for a long time had finally dissipated. The Wind Mountain Inn gave guests a bottle of malt liquor for free every day. Cindy finally had the opportunity to change her pants. While wandering around the city to buy things, she was attracted by a fierce quarrel.

"Sirrus, your ancestors would not want you to do this!"

"But this is my family's destiny, why should I run away from it?"

The man in the purple robe was like a bulldog, baring his teeth and guarding the simple house behind him, while the woman in the navy blue robe obviously had no real intention of stopping him, but just showed her foresight and was ready to leave. As if to deliberately anger the woman, the bulldog grabbed Cindy and enthusiastically pushed her into the shabby house he called a museum, shouting that he would provide special services for the first customer.

The so-called special service was naturally to let Cindy collect the three fragments of Dagon's Razor. Sirus offered a price of one thousand Septim for each fragment and promised that once the legendary ominous blade was reforged, he would pay Cindy an additional one-time payment of 20,000 Septim.

"I'm not after the money. That Sirius said that his ancestor once used this blade to assassinate the emperor and overthrow the Septim Dynasty. I suspect that if this guy gets the artifact, he will definitely make some big moves. We are now attacked from all sides, and I want to mess up the situation a little and give Tullius something to do."

Cindy took out a small booklet from her bosom, saying it was the notes of Sirus, which recorded the information of the three guardians of the razor fragment in detail. The three all lived in the western part of Skyrim Province, namely Jorgon of the Axe-Bearing Tribe in Morthal City, Drascula, the female chief of the Dead Ruin Tribe in Reach, and Ganzel, the orc chieftain of the Broken Tooth Tribe in Falkreath. Just by hearing the names, we can tell that they are not good people. And Sirus took great pains to investigate the clues of these three people. The service records of the Imperial Legion and the tax records of Markarth City are definitely not information that ordinary people can easily check. If this guy wants to get them for research, he must have spent a considerable amount of money and time to establish channels. Such a well-connected person actually picked up a little girl on the side of the road to carry out the last and most critical step of his plan?

"Who knows? Maybe he says these things to everyone, casting a wide net to catch small fish. Or maybe he thinks Cindy is the first one to visit his museum, and she is a chosen one? Those religious people are always superstitious."

Although the nearest razor fragment to Morningstar City is in Mosal City, Cindy can't muster up the courage to cross the snowfield and swamp again, so she decides to head south along the official road. When she is about to enter Whiterun Territory, she meets Cicero next to Lorius Farm. The clown is distressed that the farmer refuses to help repair the wheel, so he asks Cindy to help repair the farmer.

"I don't know what I was thinking, I just meddle in this kind of business, guess what happened?"

Cindy kept the secret smugly.

"I guess this clown is an assassin of the Dark Brotherhood, and his rank is not low."

Cindy was stunned. But I suddenly discovered a problem that I had not noticed before.

"Cindy, you said the Dark Brotherhood kidnapped you because you killed Halward?"

"That's what Astrid said. She said the Dark Brotherhood had already taken the money, but I killed the person, so she invited me to join." Cindy nodded in response.

"But when Helward was killed, there were only three of us and Sidger..."

The room suddenly fell silent, and I didn't need to say anything more. Sidgeir! This guy's madness is just an act! This also explains why Tullius could react so quickly and send out a suitable number of troops. He could get rid of Cindy with the help of the Dark Brotherhood, and then deal with Danger with the help of the Imperial Legion. Then he could "recover" in time and regain power. What kind of trouble could the lord's wife, who had lost the support of the lord, make? But he didn't expect that Astrid, who killed so many people, would develop a love for talent, and although the Imperial Legion made a lot of noise, it couldn't control the situation in Falkreath.

The traitor is actually the lord himself?