"What's wrong?" the housekeeper asked hurriedly.

"It's... the murderous aura from the Black Swamp." The dragon-slaying demon sword Irelles seemed to feel the aura of a former companion.

"Everyone, be careful." Ashtaret, the dragon knight, jumped directly from the deck. The power of the void released by the fleeting magic ring protected her and landed safely.

Holding it empty in his right hand, the Divine Light Titan Warhammer appeared out of thin air along with the rapidly extending arcane lines: "Come out, you crawler on the mud."

"Stop, I don't mean any harm." Seeing that the Divine Light Titan's war hammer was about to hit hard, a dull voice sounded from the excavated mound. Then an Argonian wearing a Dark Brotherhood assassin suit quickly emerged from the earth.

heap.

"Good day, Lady. I am Veezara. From the day I hatched, I have been a member of the Dark Brotherhood and the last Shadowscale of Black Marsh. You see, I was born under the sign of Shadow. I am

Serving Astrid and the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary, life is so simple and beautiful." While patting the dirt on his body, he introduced himself nonstop.

Shadowscales is a subordinate organization of the Dark Brotherhood. Its members are all Argonians, and its training base is in Black Swamp. After completing all training, Shadowscale members who can survive to adulthood can join the Dark Brotherhood.

They also worship Sithis, the Dreadfather. According to some unproven sources, the decline of the ancient Argonians was due to their "scales darkening at the touch of Sithis". Shadow scales are also a species in the Black Marsh.

Law enforcement means "swamp laws" are implemented against unruly foreigners and locals alike.

Many times, Shadow Scales do not strictly abide by the Five Dark Laws traditionally followed by Brotherhood members. They have a different set of Black Swamp Laws. For example, Shadow Scales cannot kill companions, even if they are not members of the Brotherhood. However,

Violation of the Brotherhood's creed will bring about the wrath of Sithis, but if Shadowscale and his family survive the bloody punishment Sithis exacts, forgiveness is a possible outcome. But if Shadowscale breaks the creed of Black Marsh,

It will be regarded as treason and sentenced to death, and there will be no mercy. This is usually executed by the Argonian royal family of Black Marsh sending a Shadowscale assassin who has nothing to do with the traitor. Even during the assassination contract, Shadowscale will generally use the most powerful

Killing the target in a humane way, torture and killing that has nothing to do with the contract are usually not welcomed by Shadow Scale. Unless there is a special killing clause in the contract, Shadow Scale will reluctantly implement it.

Shadowscales are deeply respected among the common Argonian tribes, especially the Black-Tongues. Although all tribes in Blackmarsh participate in the cultivation of shadowscales, the Blacktongues value this tradition the most and spend most of their time on it.

A lot of energy was devoted to cultivating Shadowscales. Another well-known fact is that some Shadowscales opposed the "Ebonheart Pact" signed in the Second Age out of hatred for their former slave owners, and some even rebelled and fled the Black Heart.

Swamps are scattered throughout Tamriel.

Shadowscale is called "Ku-Vastei" by the inhabitants of Black Marsh, which means "the catalyst of needed change." The Argonians believe that death is not just the end of everything.

It is a form of change. It can be the beginning of "a cycle and turning again". It is also called "reincarnation".

As Assassins, they are called upon to spark social change by sowing death. Shadowscales who are lucky enough to live to an advanced age have learned to serve as Kuvastai in addition to killing, sharing their wisdom with the residents of Blackmarsh. The people of Blackmarsh are also willing to believe in Shadowscales.

Scales maintain the natural order of things.

As for the "Astrid" mentioned by Shadowscale Visala, she is the currently feared female leader of the Dark Brotherhood. Rumor has it that she is a ruthless, scheming, ungrateful, and jealous femme fatale who has also tried to

Assassination of Imperial Emperor Titus Mede II.

She joined the Dark Brotherhood when she was very young. It is said that she discovered that she was talented in this area when she killed the uncle who molested her. She was often molested by men because of her beauty, so she fought her way into the Dark Brotherhood.

Yes, and finally she became the female leader.

"You said you serve Astrid." Ashtaret, the dragon knight, discovered the hidden meaning in his words: "So, do you also serve the Night Mother?"

"Of course not, ma'am." The Argonian assassin Vesala shook her head quickly: "I only serve Astrid."

"So, it was Astrid who asked you to excavate this ancient ruins." Ashtaret, the dragon knight, took the warhammer back into the void.

"Wow... he is indeed the last deep elf dragon knight in Skyrim." Ashtaret's casual use of the power of the void made the Argonian assassin Vaisala marvel: "As you can see, these days it is indeed...

I was digging a hole. Although the hard frozen soil polished my claws, it did not delay the construction period."

"Okay, Vaisala." As the last deep elf in Skyrim, Ashtaret is also full of goodwill towards this last Shadowscale in Skyrim: "The master will be here soon, what do you have to say?"

"My mistress is waiting for Baron Ximu in the underground hall." As expected, the Argonian assassin Vaisala, who only serves the female leader of the Dark Brotherhood, has another mission: "Please rest assured, madam. There are thieves nearby and corpses underground.

All have rested in peace.”

"Wait a moment, Vaisala." Ashtaret used necromancy to transmit the message back.

The Storm Outlook, flying over the ruins, dropped its anchor and plunged heavily into the frozen soil. Driven by steam gears, it slowly descended. The air bags also began to discharge excess steam outwards.

Soon, the airship landed steadily next to the ruins.

The ship's plank was put down, and Mrs. Gisei Siying walked to the ground with Lord Ximu surrounded by her. The airship squatting on the hard frozen soil was like a war bunker armed to the teeth. Whether it was the brass ballistae arrayed on the deck or the watchtower

The Brighton marksmen on the ship are all powerful in defending against attacks. It is not an exaggeration to describe them as strong ships and powerful cannons. Just imagine, it is difficult for a small group of enemies to conquer. Even if they are trapped in a tight siege, they only need to inflate their airbags.

Get up from the ground and escape.

What's more, the rings engraved on the ship's hull already provide powerful protection. Especially after the Collapse Day, when the sky was torn apart by annihilation, the Dwemer airship added great help to the lord's expeditions.

Wu Chen walked down the simple wooden ladder built by the Shadow Scale Assassin and walked down to the lowest level tomb chamber door. The black iron door had also been pried open by the Argonian Assassin Vesala first. The two major skills of lock picking and stealth are must-haves for assassins and thieves.

Specialized skills prepared by them. Many seemingly intact ancient tombs have long been robbed and are the work of these people.

When the lord walked into the warm and bright tomb hall, next to a bonfire piled with firewood in the middle, a stranger stood up with a smile.

"Long time no see, Lord."

Wu Chen's memory copy related to it then appeared: "Long time no see, Astrid."

"I'm honored that you haven't forgotten me, a little assassin." Astrid complimented the lord for not forgetting his former identity as a brave man.

"I remember you once said that Skyrim belongs to the Nords." Wu Chen's implication was that as the head of the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim Province, Astrid has never been willing to be inferior to others. Even in

Not even under the Night Mother.

"Ah, you remember. These are indeed my words. As you can see, the Night Mother, as a chapter in the history of the Dark Brotherhood, has long passed. Today we live according to our own wishes. Our Sanctuary is also the whole of Tyme

The last refuge of the Dark Brotherhood in the Riel continent. You see, 'Only by giving up the old ways can we survive for a long time.' The only thing I worry about is the 'guardians' around her who are stubborn about the past. I am especially not sure about the 'clown'

'What exactly do you want to achieve by bringing the Night Mother from Cyrodiil to Skyrim all the way, but no matter what, they will soon know that this is my sanctuary.' Astrid's words are very informative.

The Night Mother's coffin, which is far away in the imperial capital of Cyrodiil, is coming to the Skyrim province under the protection of the guardian nicknamed "The Clown".

Obviously, there is an irreconcilable and deep-seated conflict between Astrid, the actual leader of the Dark Brotherhood, and the Night Mother, the nominal leader of darkness. Therefore, it can be foreseen that in the near future, external forces led by the Night Mother and the Guardians will

There must be a life-and-death bloody battle between the forces and the local factions headed by Astrid. Just like the saying "The sky is the sky of the Nords". But in this overt and covert battle with the Night Mother, Astrid

There may not be a perfect chance of winning.

Thinking of this, the Lord sincerely extended an invitation: "Ximu will always open the door to you."
Chapter completed!