Chapter 382: Fuck Off (2/2)
”Tomorroill rush Neo Saarthal and Winterhold, the battle plan will be decided at tonight'sonce the last of the scouts return And as promised, the Clans can share all the Gold and Silver inside those walls Our ai your loot I hope everyone here is pleased with our deal”
The Nords smiled and looked at each other in a cheerful air, the word 'Loot' was indeed h Elf woa the Young kept glaring at her then clicked her tongue
”I don't like that bitch” She said
Back at her tent, the High Elf woed her stiff face that was already hurt fro
She sat on her table preparing her reports to the High Ups ere interested in the ood about the whole thing from the start as every time the Thalmor went after Jon, they were always bested by hi they don't know of and they can't tell what is that Many evidence was there, the mysterious fleet, the cleanly cut mountain, the spies that disappear thewas normal
In her opinion, they shouldn't have pursued Jon Dare fro fate like that should be avoided but it was all too late now, the best course of action is to eli the reports but a voice interrupted her
”My Lady, it is Calion”
”Coh elf in leather armor to walk in
It was one of her subordinates A confident man but somehow he seemed flustered
”What is it?” She asked
”Eh… hted in Winterhold”
”What?” She jumped up from her chair with her eyes wide open
He is here? The vah Elf wo
”Wait! How can that be? Haven't all our spies get caught?”
”Yes It was not the spies' report It was the scouts'”
”The scouts?!”
What was strange about it was that the scouts were mostly stationed a mile away fro their spyglasses to monitor the enemy
”Yes… he was very notable as he made a flashy entrance”
”A flashy entrance!” The woman was taken aback, ”The fool! He should have kept hiht us seriously”
”Well… here is the thing The scout said that Jonhild Fireht in the eye fron?”
”Yes… a n”
”Ah! You mean he flipped the bird?”
” My lady… I…”
”I was once a soldier, Calion Don't worry about it So, is there anything else?”
””
”Calion!”
”Excuse e for you”
”Who? Jonhild Fireain ”Where is it?”
Calion felt aard before replying
”In the sky, ic”
The woman narrowed her eyes and stood up, she walked out of her tent to see Orga the Young waiting for her
”So… if it is not her ladyshi+p Ahahaha! I knew sohed hard as she pointed to the sky
Indeed, there was a red cloud foron Hunt Alliance' camp
The words were clear as day
[fuck Off, Elenwen!]
Elenwen's face froze She, the Thal her identity a secret from those Nords to keep no physical evidence about the Thals went rather open
Her stiffened expressions became indifferent as she looked away
”Jon Dare indeed I'll fucking kill you”