C3 The past Uphric Storm Cloak

Ever since the Dragonborn with black hair and black eyes legendary ended the world-devouring Alduin's world-destroying scheme in Sonje, the entire horizon seemed to have welcomed a temporary peace because of the departure of the dragon, but this so-called peace was always a false illusion. As long as the Storm Cloak rebels and the Imperial Army still existed, peace would never return to the horizon!

"Why should we fight to the death? For us, brothers and sisters who fought side by side and buried our bones in other villages. It was to save our wives and children from being exploited by weak empires, to get the sky out of those damned Suo Mo's ears and back into the hands of the Node people, and to live up to the hopes of the heroes of the Great War.

We did not wish to betray the empire, as we did in the province of Smash, but merely hoped to gain autonomy, and we were marked by the impotence of the empire as traitors! Therefore, we have to fight again, and we have to fight until the end. This way, our hard work won't go to waste, so we have to continue fighting! "

In front of the palace of the monarch of the city of Helmet, the "Really Supreme King" Ulfric was giving another exciting speech, mobilizing the veterans who had retreated from the front lines and the new recruits who were about to go to the front lines and the people who were physically and mentally exhausted by the war.

More than once, Ulfric had been wondering whether dragons were more terrifying or humans were more terrifying, because whether it was the Node of the Sky Province, the Selotier Empire, or the sharp ears of the Isle of Summer, although the dragons undoubtedly had the absolute advantage in terms of strength and deterrence, what gave the humans injuries, casualties, and grief was undoubtedly the killing of humans!

How many had died in the dragonfest in Horizon Province? From the moment Alduin reappeared to the moment he was killed by the Dragonborn, although the dragon in the sky had indeed destroyed some of the fortresses, the number of casualties did not exceed five digits. On the other hand, the number of lives in the hands of his Storm Cloak and the Imperial Army under his command was uncountable. The battle between the Storm Cloak and the Imperial Army had left no place in the entire Sky Province to be at peace, and the entire Sky Province had been turned into a meat grinder.

Blood and tears were spilling everywhere, men were dying day and night of war or rioting, and the damn sharp ears would always deliver a shipment of war supplies in secret when they were at a disadvantage - no more, no less, only a way to turn the tide, never to gain a strategic advantage, or to turn the tide of the battle, but what could they do?

He needed the support of those pointy ears. If he failed, then the blood of countless warriors, the tears of the people, would go to waste, and so the Sky Province had to be the Nordic Sky Province.

It didn't matter if he had to continue to pretend to be friendly with the Sharp Ears, or if he had to fight with the Sharp Ears, as long as he could achieve his goal, he would accept it, no matter what the cost! And when he achieved his goal, he would let the damn Sharp Ears know that it was better to die than to live!

There were countless thoughts going through his mind, but in reality, they were only for an instant. Ulfric cleared his throat and continued his speech.

"'I know that some of you may have heard that the emperor himself has arrived at the Sky Province and thinks we are at our wits' end, but you are wrong, and this only reflects the weakness of the empire, because even the emperor himself has to come to the Sky to oversee the war, which means that our victory is in sight! As long as we continue to fight..."

"What a disgusting lie, Ulfric!" A man clad in heavy ebony armor pushed his way through the crowd and stepped forward.

"You said you were fighting for the brothers of the Node, but you watched as they killed one another; and you said you were fighting for the rights of their wives and their children, and then you sent them to war.

You say that you are fighting for the Nordic Sky Province, and yet you are privately with the Nordic enemy, Summer, and accept supplies from him! You still dare to claim that you're a pure Node person? I'm afraid that your disgusting actions have made even Taros feel ashamed, because you are the one who has brought him the greatest shame! You are not worthy of being a Northerner!"

What a wonderful speech - - Ulfric felt a surge of satisfaction in his heart. Although it was a curse, he felt as if his body and mind had been liberated, and he immediately called the guard: "Guard! Capture this bastard who is trying to mislead the public. Slice his head off and hang it on the city gate!"

When I defeat the Imperial Army, liberate the Tianling Province, and attack the Summer Night Island, you will definitely understand me, Ulfric thought to himself. Then, a thunderous roar sounded in his ears: Fus! Ro! Dah!

The guards who had surrounded the man were all blown away, and the surrounding crowd began to riot. The man took off the thick, black wooden helmet that covered his face, revealing a face that was still fresh in Ulfric's mind. His black hair and black eyes had delicate features - he was the "Save" who had ended Alduin three years ago.

After disappearing for such a long time, why did he suddenly jump out and disagree with me? Ulfric had a bad feeling about this.

"It's Dragonborn?" "Why is he here?" The rioting crowd at the side gradually calmed down. Countless gazes were fixed on the Dragonborn, and there was a flurry of whispers in the crowd.

The Dragonborn threw his helmet to the side, pulled out the ebony sword from his waist, and slowly walked towards the Ulfric.

"If you think that what I said is not the truth, but a slander against you, that's good. Then prove this to everyone! I - - the last Dragonborn, the terminator of Alduin, the son of the sky, the savior of the Nairn. Today, under the witness of all the citizens of the Sky Province, I declare a duel with the lord of the Wind Helm City, Ulfric Storm Cloak!"

The black ebony sword droned on the ground. This sound made Ulfric's body and mind go numb. He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but in the end, he was forced to stop - countless pairs of eyes were focused on him, numb, expectant, gloating... If he retreated, then his reputation would be finished!

"You stupid, low bastard! What right and confidence did he have to challenge the great lord of the Helmet City, the future supreme king of the horizon - Ulfric? I would like to see whether or not the legendary Dragonborn can withstand my axe!"

Kalma Stonehand, the head of the Ulfric's guards, had a fiery temper. Feeling that his comrade-in-arms and monarch was being threatened and humiliated, he pulled out his two-handed axe from his back and roared as he rushed towards the Dragonborn.

"Garma! Don't be impulsive..." But it was clear that Ulfric was a little too late.

"Liz!" With a whisper from the Dragonborn, an aura of ice burst out of his mouth, and Kalma, who was about to collide with him, instantly turned into an ice sculpture.

The surrounding crowd started to panic again, and the whispers of countless people converged into a buzzing noise.

The Dragonborn casually waved his sword and shattered the ice sculpture in front of him, then slowly walked in front of Ulfric.

The rest of the guards and guards sensibly made way for them, creating a circular arena for the two of them.

"It is said that you, too, have been blessed with the ability to break the impregnable walls like Taros, and that the grey-bearded man has mentioned that you have indeed learned the ways of the roar at the peak of Holocaust. Now, let me see how well you have learned it from the grey-bearded men!"

Ulfric slowly pulled out his sword. Facing the unparalleled Dragonborn, he thought about a lot and even more that he might have to face his final fate today.

Then bring it on! Defeat me with your most powerful roar! Let me broaden my horizons, and see just how powerful the Dragonborn that is praised by the world is! "Fus Ro!"

Ulfric let out a final roar and charged at the Dragonborn with his sword in his hand like a real Nordic.

It was just like how he had charged towards Tuig under the throne in the Solitary City six years ago... But it was obvious that he would not be able to achieve his former glory today.

The unabated force of the Ulfric hit the Dragonborn's body, but the Dragonborn did not waver at all. After that, the Dragonborn slowly let out a death roar at the Ulfric, "Kri Lun Aus," and the Mark of Death hit the body of the Dragonborn, causing the Ulfric to feel as if his soul had been shocked.

Then there was a "puchi" sound, and Ulfric felt a chill in his chest. Then, he silently lowered his head to look at the long ebony sword that had pierced through his chest, and then he looked at the Dragonborn's incomparably cold eyes and silently said his last words: "I hope you can let the sky truly be free! Let those sharp ears learn a lesson! Dragonborn! "

With another "puchi" sound, the Dragonborn pulled out the ebony sword from Ulfric's chest and said indifferently: "I will do it, I will definitely do it, and right now, I will allow you to die as a hero! "Yol!" "A flame condensed in the mouth of the Dragonborn, and sprayed onto the body of the Ulfric. In a short while, the ashes of the Ulfric scattered into the sky along with the cold wind of Helmet City.

The crowd watched in silence as Ulfric fell to the Dragonborn's sword and the Dragonborn burned Ulfric's body to ashes and scattered in the wind. This silence lasted for a long time, until the ashes of the Ulfric were completely scattered. Then, the Dragonborn raised his sword to announce his victory, and then it became a huge shock!

Some of them bowed their heads and silently lamented the death of the Ulfric, some of them cursed the Dragonborn's atrocities in low voices, some of them silently dropped their weapons and left after seeing this scene, but more of them cheered the Dragonborn, celebrated the Dragonborn becoming their monarch, and led them to a glorious victory that seemed to be already visible!

But - whether it was the Storm Cloak or the Imperial Legion, whoever won would be the one to be wounded, and Summer would be the one to be happy.

In war, there was no justice or glory to speak of, only blood and tears, which allowed the victor to gain benefits!