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In Windhelm City, the gray-white king's palace was dyed red with blood. There are only cruel enemies in front of Ulfric, and only the cold throne behind him. Anger burned in his chest. "Fosse~lo~da" "Firth" The clear one-character dragon roar dispersed the three-character roar full of anger. The girl stood out from the crowd, complex emotions intertwined on her face. "People of Skyrim, I lost." Ulfric straightened his back and said solemnly, "Please let the Dragonborn grant me a glorious death." The girl stabbed the dagger into Ulfric's heart, and Ulfric said piously: "Songard, here I come." "Rock~Wa~bitter" "Remember this dragon language, Ulfric," the girl said. "In Songard, you will use it to save your people. When we meet again there, you will understand why I am your enemy." Ulfric's face was full of shock, and he died.

A completely imaginary, long-form western fantasy epic with an independent world view - Soul Contract·Soul Cry is written in a classical western fantasy style. It's not time-traveling, it's not systematic, it's not brainless, and it doesn't have any routines. From the perspectives of three narrators, it presents a grand and self-consistent fantasy world, as well as the complex conflicts and conflicts among various classes and races in the world. There are no absolutely good or bad people here. Everyone has their own unique experiences and pursuits. In the same world, different experiences and pursuits will inevitably intertwine into various contradictions. And this love vow starts from the northern border of this continent. Three treasures, three contracts, and three heirs formed the Portis family that terrified the entire continent. The Portis family has controlled the North for hundreds of years, and only the Laval Academy of Magic, one of the three major magic holy places in the mainland, could barely compete until the battle between the Magic Academy and the Portis family twenty-four years ago. Since then, the North and the Academy of Magic have fallen under the control of the great lord Hadris. And this piece of history has been sealed in dust, waiting to be re-opened by the heirs of the academy who have been hiding their hatred for all these years. The unknown soul secret technique, the coveted soul technique inheritance, the soul contract that cannot be broken in a lifetime; the ruler's plan, the inheritor's tragedy, the joy, struggle and sorrow deep in the soul of the narrator. . . The powerful lord in the north, Reese, the lord's youngest daughter who is naive and loves the art of souls, Lindsay, the descendant of the mysterious hero who was born in the south, Riley, the eldest daughter of the lord who lacks fatherly love and is full of scheming, Loridi, who shoulders the mission of the race, is the successor of the academy who hides behind the scenes. . . Slowly open the prologue of this epic.