"First build the Roaring Peak into a sanctuary for the Nords to teach the dragon roar." The Lord already had a preliminary idea: "Then, carve the 'Circle of Life and Time' into the new Songgard

, filling the empty rough stone of the Snow Tower. The Wound of the World will become the true Throat of the World, passing on the ‘Ring of Life and Time’.”

Although the Lord is just a preliminary idea, "The Exorcist" Isgramor still understood: "Ah, through the connection of the "Ring of Life and Time", you need to connect the bones of the earth with the divine realm of Jinei.

(Songard) and the Snow Tower carved into a new law.”

"Yes, at that time, 'Songard' was Gene's 'brain', Inofi's bones were Gene's 'body', 'Throat of the World' was Gene's mouthpiece, and the 'Ring of Life and Time' was

The binding and bonding of divinity (material and spiritual). When necessary, I can..."

"Through the 'Bracelet' of the 'Ring of Life and Time', the goddess Gene is summoned to pull out the spike from the tomb (Roaring Peak) and break through the earth to come to the world." Yorgen Windcaller also thought of it. In fact, instead of

Gaohou Peak has been compared to "the spikes of a grave", rather than "the umbilical cord of this world".

"Yes, that's it." The lord nodded slightly and signaled the two Valkyries to take care of the five-star dragon lady Alduin: "To be honest, I am more worried about the invisible crisis than the visible crisis at the moment.

.”

"We have all heard about the plane traveler." As a Nord hero who can stand side by side with the "Herald" Ysgramor, Yorgen Windcaller's wisdom is commendable: "He chose to be with the first-generation Dragonborn.

Milak's soul merged into a new 'change' just to match your 'change'."

"That's right." The Lord also thought the same: "So, in order to forge the last link of the 'Circle of Life and Time', I want to go to the Throat of the World as soon as possible and rescue Paarthurnax, the maker of the Jagged Crown."

"You know there is no time in Songard, only cause and effect." Yorgen Windcaller's expression said it all: "Since you are the 'Living Shu'er', the new owner of the Hall of Courage, you should join us in Mead and Iron Fist.

orgies. And forgive those of your (Shul) bedwomen who were kicked out of the Hall of Courage by the Mistress (Ginet)."

"You are absolutely right, Jorgen." Time is not passing by, and there is really no need for the lord to be in a hurry.

What are you waiting for? "Shur in this world" is one of the first steps of the Lord's "Third Qim Path".

Although "the dead cannot be resurrected" is also applicable to the Nord heroic spirits buried in the belly of the dragon. But just like the law of cause and effect followed by Songard, this is not a relief. Or to use the words of Ik of the River: "If this

It’s our destined ending, so that’s not bad.” To explain the true thoughts of the Nords who died holding the sword, we can also understand the carnival that followed.

Live without fear and die without regrets.

This ending is indeed not bad.

In the mead cup held high by everyone in the Hall of Courage, the Lord sat firmly on Shor's Throne and became the master of the Hall of Courage.

As the "Shur in this world", he no longer has to worry about whether to compete for the High King of Skyrim.

The Lord's first "Shul Order" from the Hall of Courage is to pardon all the bedwomen he desecrated. Let them return to the Hall of Courage and enjoy a never-ending feast. Of course, referring to the Lord's practice,

The Hall of Courage will also be completely transformed into a multi-story palace and an internal and external castle. It can be foreseen that those Nord heroines who died with swords will inevitably join the ranks of bedwomen sooner or later (Excuse me, my lord, is it a profession, love

Is the 'line' of a line'?)'.

"Perhaps in a few hours, I will no longer be alive.

My comrades and I, as well as the Nords in Skyrim, will join the Imperial Legion in the battle to regain the Imperial City (Cyrodiil). Since the (Third) Ancestral Divine State's troops are huddled in the city, our

The casualties will be heavy. This is a desperate battle, and if we cannot retake this city, we will lose the entire war.

Last night I prayed to Talos, hoping that he would give us courage and strength in the coming battle. In the cold hours before sunrise, I sat and wrote down a dream I had not long ago.

I believe this dream is Talos' answer to my prayer, and I should convey the revelation contained in this dream to all my friends, who will continue to fight to the end even after I fall.

In my dream, I walked through the fog following the loud laughter, which was the joyful carol coming from the north. Soon, the fog dispersed. In front of me was a huge rift valley, with water flowing from it.

The edge of the rift valley merges into the bottom, the sound is like thunder, and the depth is bottomless.

A long bridge made of whale bones appeared in front of me. It was the only way to reach the other side. And I walked on it without hesitation.

Not long after walking on the bridge, I met a strong and mighty warrior. "I am Sun, the Lord of Judgment." He introduced himself. His voice was sonorous and powerful, and the loud echo echoed in the mountains surrounding us.

He waved me through, and I knew in my heart that the reason why I was allowed to pass was because I was a pilgrim (of firm Nordic faith). As my life goes by, I will not come here until the end. Otherwise, according to

Legend has it that I must defeat that powerful warrior in a duel to pass.

After crossing the bridge, a bronze castle rising from the ground appeared in front of me. It was so majestic and tall that it could almost touch the clouds. It took almost all my strength to approach the castle. I pushed open the oak door of the castle and

I saw a feast going on in the brightly lit hall.

All the famous Nord heroes gathered here. They drank large barrels of mead and sang loud war songs. They ate suckling pigs (whole cows) roasted by the blazing fire on the grill. My mouth was full of food.

The smell of mead made me feel extremely proud of hearing this ancient war song.

'Go forward bravely!' roared an ancient hero sitting on a high wooden chair. He was the legendary Ysgramor, the ancestor of all Nords in Skyrim. I approached him and prostrated myself before him.

‘The place you are in is called Sognard, the burial place of heroes; now, tell me why you are here, people of Nord?’ he asked loudly.

'I have come here to ask for advice,' I answered. 'Tomorrow we face a hopeless battle, and I am filled with fear.'

Isgramor raised his mead cup, drank the mead in one gulp, and then spoke again.

'Remember, how to judge a child of Skyrim - a Nord, "not by the way he lives, but by the way he dies".'

("Pioneer") After saying this, he threw the flag aside, raised his fists and cheered loudly. The other heroes responded with equally loud cheers.

This loud cheering haunted me until I woke up. I summoned my warriors and told them what I had dreamed. This seemed to greatly encourage them.

The battle horn is sounding and the battle flag has been raised. The moment of decisive battle will surely come. May Talos bless us with today's victory. If I die in the battle, I hope I can return to that sacred burial again.
Chapter completed!