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Aravos flew high again, and flew to the northeast in the alert and panic eyes of the soldiers in the storm cloak.

"Give this letter to Ulfric. I believe he will have the right judgment. Even if he doesn't believe it, he will soon make the right choice!"

Lydia quickly turned his attention back to the battle before him, but not every soldier understood her approach.

"Why, they are invading our homeland, isn't it?" The soldier who sent the letter asked puzzledly. Not far away, the ruins of his farm were still floating in the sky with wisps of smoke.

"We have a common enemy, and the future will be terrible!" Lydia explained, and you will see it soon.

"Ok."

The messenger sent the letter to the edge of the storm cloak army, was quickly intercepted, and then sent it all the way to Wilsk.

Wilsk got up from Ulfric's hospital bed. He did not show anger, but walked out of the camp silently and walked to the messenger.

"what is this."

Unfolding the letter, Wilsk's face changed abruptly, and the guardians wanted peace talks and told him that there are more terrifying powers that are sweeping the entire Skyrim Province!

This is completely different from what he expected, the arrogant attitude after gaining the upper hand. Isn't it true that the guardians really have no selfishness, and they don't care about power, land, and power?

Also, Wilsk felt ridiculous.

"The power of horror, in the entire Skyrim province, the dragonborn who was once alive is the most terrifying one. He defeated almost all his opponents and slaughtered the once strongest dragon here; of course, even after his death, Wilsk Faced with many enemies, the Empire and the Free Army, he never felt horrible."

However, the abnormal performance of the Dragonborn Guardians still made him alert.

The powerful forces created by the Dragonborn have not shown a trace of ambition and greed. They are dedicated to protecting Xueman, the tomb of the Dragonborn and those secrets.

"Does your master have anything to explain?" Wilsk asked.

"She tells you to beware of threats from the northwest. The disaster of Nord's undead has arrived. Survive or die, all within a single thought!"

"Huh!" Wilske snorted, and he thought: "It's ridiculous, the undead of Nord will only appear in the tombs of the ancestors, how can they leave the tombs and even attack the army!

Is it to draw my attention and then try to make a surprise attack? "

He immediately denied this idea, "No, although the two castles are easy to defend and difficult to attack, the assembly and movement of troops is obvious. As long as there is an abnormal movement, I can detect it."

"It's just..." Thinking of Aravos, who flew through the air just now, it seems to be heading towards Windhelm (Windhelm and Winterhold are in the same position), "Could it be that the Guardian is dragging time, Let that dragon attack Windhelm City?"

"Moreover, the Free Army, they..." Wilsk hesitated for a while.

The messenger was angry and disdainful, and Lydia was so generous, but the guys in the storm cloak didn't trust her at all.

But thinking about his mission and the horror scenes Lydia described to him, the messenger said with anger: "Believe and unbelief are all in your mind, but my advice is to send your knight sentry so as not to wait for Nord. When the undead comes, I can't react in time!"

"Alright, I just listen to you, but you better not play tricks!"

......

In just a quarter of an hour, the knights brought the bad news to Wilsk.

"Lead...lord, to the north...all resurrected souls! They have already crossed the Jingyue camp and are pouring over here!"

"This!"

Wilsk took a deep breath. He was still a little unbelief at this time, but he did not understand that his subordinates, Hunting Wind Xunqi, could make the elite them so lost and panic, I am afraid that the scene described in the letter will happen!

Looking at the messenger, Wilsk did not hesitate for too long, "Let the heavy infantry withdraw from the siege and line up to the west of the camp, and the other troops will move in turn."

He still did not fully trust the Guardian, but he also made the most correct decision at this time!

The soldiers in the storm cloak didn't know what had happened, and the commanders at all levels were baffled by such orders, but their respective lords also got news of Nord's undead through the hunt for wind and rapid riding.

When the heavy infantry group slowly regrouped in the northwest, they finally saw a scene of horror.

At this time, overcast clouds completely shielded the morning sun, and the black-pressed cloud layer almost stuck to the mountain's belly, connecting with the snow in the mountains.

In the snow sea, there are countless unmanageable bodies, blue eyes, and solid progress. Turning over from the other side of the mountain, they have simple weapons in their hands, with rust and cracks; but everyone knows that these Nords The undead has the fighting awareness and skills during his lifetime, but they are not easy to deal with at all!

"Array! Array!"

After a brief period of panic, the Stormcloak soldiers did not disperse; unlike Lordaeron, who suffered undead natural disasters in another world, the warriors of Skyrim have more or less fought against the undead of Nord.

You must know that at least 50% of the wealth, knowledge, and treasures of Skyrim Province are buried in their graves, and if you want to obtain them, you must face ghouls.

Wilsk's face was stern, he just counted the number of undead in a rough way, and the only place where he could see was no less than the soldiers under him.

"Have you returned to the messenger of the east and west troops? In addition, sent a messenger to ask the Dragonborn Guardians for help!

"What, please!" The adjutant couldn't understand, but he gritted his teeth while looking at the ghouls all over the mountains, "Okay, I'm going!"

Before the adjutant set off, the door of Xueman Castle was opened, and the cavalry squadron that emerged from it was nothing but the sharpest son of the dragonborn in the guardian's hands.

On the other hand, near the Grey Swamp Fortress, the messenger seemed to be a step late. The West Legion from Lonely City had already fought against the Undead of Nord at this time.

The battlefield was in chaos. This army was on the way to attack the city. The defenders of the camp noticed the appearance of ghouls. They quickly withdrew, but it was not easy to re-arrange the formation.

The ghouls quickly broke through the few defenders in the camp, and then entered the unprepared queue.

"Stay steady! Don't retreat!"

The soldiers had consumed a lot of energy during the siege of the city. Faced with the unconsciously tired undead, they only persisted until the messenger arrived, and they were torn open in the center line.

The ghouls swarmed in and immediately divided the entire battlefield into two, making the panicked soldiers even more chaotic.

These ghouls are good and bad. There are punishers and ghoul lords who are not weaker than top heavy soldiers, but there are also ordinary ghouls that can be solved by a single hack.

They were mixed together, and the resulting wave seemed terrible, but after breaking into the soldiers' defense, there were only a few top ghouls left, and without cooperation, they were quickly cleaned up.

It's just ~www.readwn.com~ the tide of ghouls are still slapping the soldiers' defense line with swords and shields. The legion retreats again and again, leaving behind a lot of bones and not much blood.

In the face of such an enemy, the soldiers did not flee because of fear. At this time, they had become mourning soldiers. The ghouls had no idea what to do. They surrounded the West Legion from three sides and attacked frantically with tide-like power.

On the back is the Gray Swamp Fortress, it is really irreversible, the commander is also very smart, and all the troops on the three walls are slowly gathered here.

"They need our help! Without these soldiers, we would face the threat of ghouls!" The Guardian's commander also ordered.

Although only not long ago, these soldiers repelled another attack by the Stormcloak soldiers, and splashed those deadly bows, arrows, stones and golden water on their heads, but at this moment, they stood on the wall facing the tide of ghouls. , Their choices are very consistent.

A rain of arrows shoots out from behind the soldiers in the storm cloak, and falls in an arc in front of them. Ordinary ghouls without high-quality armor and shields cannot survive such an arrow rain attack.

A large number of ghouls fell, which greatly reduced the pressure on the soldiers and boosted their morale.