Marvel's Magic Master

Chapter 644: You Have to Die Sooner or Later (Part )
"This is Holy Land Town. I have an old lover here. I wonder if Velod is still brewing mead mixed with juniper berries."

When a castle-like fortress appeared in front of the carriage, Larov's face suddenly showed emotion.

"It's funny to think about it. When I was a kid, I always felt that the walls and towers of the empire gave me a sense of security."

"Shut up, you damned rebels!"

Hearing Larov's voice in the carriage behind, the coachman in imperial armor in front immediately rebuked with disgust.

But at this time George did not focus on the carriage, but used his super hearing to collect intelligence on the entire army.

Although he had temporarily sealed all the energy in his body, including his mental power, in order to prevent being discovered by the Creator, not a single bit of it leaked out.

But his body is still terrifyingly strong, and his five senses are super sensitive.

As long as he wanted, his eyes could see a hair on the ground thousands of miles away, his ears could hear all the sounds within a thousand miles, and his sense of smell was tens of thousands times stronger than that of a dog.

But under normal circumstances, one would definitely not indulge one's five senses so much, otherwise it would not be a very comfortable thing.

For example, if you completely let go of your sense of smell, the stench of shit a thousand miles away will feel like it's right in front of your nose, how disgusting that would be.

Therefore, the body's instincts are usually limited to the normal level of the five senses, and they will be automatically activated when needed, and the extent to which they are used is also determined by one's will.

Just like now, he just needs to amplify his hearing within the range of the escort troops.

"General Tullius, the executioner is already in place in town!"

When the escort troops were approaching the military fortress of Holy Land Town, an imperial soldier who had been waiting in front of the fortress loudly reported to Tullius, who was riding in the front.

Tullius nodded with satisfaction:

"Very good, then we will get started quickly and execute the sentence immediately after we enter."

Just as he finished speaking, a high elf wearing a Thalmor robe and two wood elves wearing gorgeous elven armor caught up on horseback.

"General Tullius, stop. I want to hold these prisoners by Thalmor authority!"

The leading high elf gave the order in an arrogant tone.

General Tullius showed a look of disgust in his eyes and replied without giving in:
"Ambassador Allenwen, you don't want to miss a perfect execution."

Handing Ulfric over to the Thalmor, are you kidding me?
If the Thalmor got hold of Ulfric, the leader of the Stormcloaks, there's no telling how many schemes and plots he would plot to bring down the Empire.

Although the Empire signed the humiliating "Platinum Agreement", it did not mean that it truly surrendered to this group of high elves.

It's just a delaying tactic.

Once the empire recovers, it will certainly drive these invading high elves back to their homeland, or even send a large army to conquer the ancestral land.

It is this idiot Ulfric who has disregarded the overall situation and is now starting a rebellion, weakening the empire's military power for nothing.

As an imperial general, he should take advantage of this moment to kill Ulfric in one fell swoop and quell the rebellion to avoid any further complications. This is what he should do most.

"According to the Platinum Agreement signed by your emperor, you must obey the supervision of the Thalmor. I now order you again to hand over these prisoners to me for disposal."

When the Thalmor ambassador Ellenwen saw that Tullius was unwilling to hand over Ulfric, she immediately brought out the Platinum Accord, trying to use it to force Tullius to compromise.

However, since Tullius dared to disobey orders and act first and report later, how could he compromise at this time?

"You should know that my guest, Ulfric Stormcloak, was once a candidate for the throne of Skyrim and a traitor to the Empire.

I feel that as an imperial general, I have the absolute right to deal with him!"

Pulling out the top-level enchanted longsword from his waist, Tullius spoke in a very firm tone:
"If you insist on taking him away, we can only use force to solve the problem." "You made a wrong decision. I will ask your queen for an explanation when I return!"

When Allenwen saw this, her face turned green with anger, even though her face was already green.

How could she and her two elven guards possibly be a match for the empire's most elite warriors led by Tullius? She could only make harsh words and turn around to leave the Holy Town.

"There was also this incident. I didn't really notice it when I was playing the game."

George muttered to himself as he heard the conversation between Tullius and Thalmor Ambassador Ellenwen.

The real world is the real world, and games are games. They are definitely the same in general, but there must be big differences in details.

Because in the game, many things are designed to give players a better gaming experience and are not completely in line with reality.

The games from previous lives can only be used as a reference, you still have to compare them yourself.

The troops entered the fortress town and after being watched by the townspeople for a while, they finally arrived at the innermost square, which was also the place for executions.

"Everyone who is named, stand by the guillotine!"

After the carriage stopped, George, Larov and three others were escorted off the carriage, and a female officer wearing heavy imperial armor walked up with a grim face.

"The Empire loves to make those damn lists. Hum, formalism."

Larov snorted coldly, then looked at George in surprise:
"I didn't expect a little horse thief like you to be so brave."

He was about to be beheaded, but he found that there was no fear on George's face.

As a veteran of the battlefield, he was used to seeing life and death and was mentally prepared, but he was still a little scared in his heart. The civilian who was mistakenly captured in front of him was so calm.

"Everyone has to die, whether early or late. There is nothing to be afraid of."

George shrugged and replied.

Of course he wasn't afraid, because he wouldn't die.

After hearing George's words, not only did Larov show admiration on his face, even Ulfric, who had his mouth blocked, looked at him again.

The same was true for the confused dragonborn.

“I didn’t expect you to have such courage. If you were not about to return to Talos’ arms, I would really like to recruit you into our army.

The Stormcloaks need courageous people like you, even if you're a Breton."

"the same as you."

George smiled and nodded, thinking to himself that if this were in the game, he would have probably received a side quest to join the Stormcloaks.

To be honest, neither the Empire nor the Stormcloaks is just; both have their own problems.

The Empire has many problems, such as corruption, bribery, and disregard for human life. The Stormcloaks are also racist and chaotic, so it's not a good thing either.

In the war between the Empire and the Stormcloaks, it is the ordinary civilians who suffer in the end.

So George didn't feel very much for either side when he played the game.

The only lord he felt was a good one was his eighth uncle in Whiterun, with the exception of a few naughty children in his family.

(End of this chapter)