The Divine Hunter

Imperial Flag Mare Inn.

A room on the second floor.

The twin moons hovering in the sky cast a misty silver glow.

Covered the witcher who was sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed.

The young face was calm and serene, and Arrondette, the beloved weapon, lay on his lap.

The matter of Xuerui was temporarily resolved, and he planned to find Farenjia to identify his soul weapon the next day.

Attention was refocused on the way of the dragon roar recorded on the dragon language stone tablet. The past two days have been haunted by his affairs, but he has no time to organize them carefully.

However, he knew that the benefits brought by the way of the Dragon Roar were in no way inferior to Soul Weapons.

Because he is not a dragon or a dragonborn, if he wants to learn dragon roar, he must go through a difficulty - meditation to sublimate his soul, making it closer to the dragon, in addition, he has to figure out what is the so-called earth bone in this world. thing, how to mobilize its power smoothly.

The dark world of meditation.

The huge hole in the sky, like the sun, combined with the densely flickering light spots like stars, constantly overflowing with unique magic power.

And under the dark sky, the black shape like a drop in the ocean is the projection of the witcher's soul.

According to the meditation method he had observed with the experience points, he constructed a grand and majestic image in his mind - tough scales and thorns shaped like a mountain, covered with pitch black as night, and two obtuse angles on the long and narrow head pointing back Curved, thick jaws grinned to reveal sharp interlaced teeth, pupils as cold as ice, but shimmering with scarlet light.

The dragon wings flapped, casting a shadow of destruction on the ground.

It was the dragon Alduin whom the witcher had met in Holy Land.

He had only seen this dragon, so he could only choose it as the object of meditation.

Fortunately, Alduin's terrifying image was etched in his mind, and he remembered every detail of the dragon's body.

Roy forcibly restrained his mind, imagining that it began to change from the fingertips, and a nail as sharp as a hook drilled out of the tip of the index finger.

Then the middle finger, the ring finger...

Roy suddenly crawled on the ground like a four-legged beast,

His shoulders, waist, thighs, and his entire body vibrated like convulsions.

It's like silkworm chrysalis breaking out of cocoons into butterflies, falcon chicks pecking open eggshells, and snakes shedding their skins.

Dark shadows covered his body, his feet were twisted and transformed into dragon claws in the shadows, his mouth bulged out into a kiss, and his forehead was sunken with dragon horns, forming a cold and dark dragon head, originally dark gold. The pupils intertwined with silver and gray emit a scarlet light.

Two sharp bone spurs tore the skin of his arm, "Crack..." squeezed out inch by inch.

An unspeakable pain enveloped his body.

This pain does not come from the skin, muscles, bones, nerves, it does not belong to the body.

from the soul.

It's like there are thousands of knives cutting and carving on the soul.

But he had to stay awake and turn every inch of his soul into Alduin, because he was the carver himself.

The bone stubble quickly rose and grew, and two bone wings instead of the arm grew out completely, and a trace of flesh and blood periosteum was full and abundant on it.

Finally, a pair of majestic dragon wings was completely formed. Finally, the blood of the ancients poured in a force to make up for the defects in the dragon soul, and a miniature version of Alduin came to life perfectly.

After this whole torment, even with Roy's otherworldly will, he still felt extremely weak in his soul.

"It" lay on the ground.

Breathing, resting.

I don't know how long it took.

The scarlet vertical pupils turned to the huge hole in the sky that radiated magic energy.

It clearly felt that the yellow Yingying magic energy floating in the air poured into its body like moths to flames, and it was the magnet of magic energy.

"This is the soul of the dragon?"

No, he was just covered in the skin of a giant dragon, and lacked its skeleton and essence.

He needed to get up close and personal to see the keel.

Although it only resembled Alduin, he had already felt the earth-shaking changes, and the magic energy in the meditation space became like an arm.

He repeated the scene in front of the dragon language stone tablet again, roaring the simplest dragon language——

"Fos-"

"call-"

A power surged from the pitch-black ground beneath his feet.

In the meditation world, a breeze was blowing.

"Fos-"

not enough!

Even if his soul has been sublimated into the shape of a dragon, he still can't release the complete dragon roar, and he is still missing something.

But he also noticed that the gust of wind released with unrelenting power was not condensed by magic energy.

but from the ground beneath your feet.

So, in the meditation world, this miniature version of Alduin controls the soul to sink slowly into the boundless black earth beneath him.

This was an experience the witcher had never had before.

He has always pursued the origin of magical energy toward the sky—the four elemental planes, and even the “holes” that emit light in this world, but he has never let his soul fall like today, exploring the land he is in, in the In the language of dragons, it is called the existence of earth bones.

What exactly is an earth bone?

Skyrim? Tamriel continent?

...

The light is getting dim.

The mantle blocks the holes in the sky that cast the magical light.

Roy's soul fell in the bottomless abyss without stopping. There was no reference around him. Everything, including time, seemed to stand still.

He suppressed the fear of the unknown and the dark and continued to sink.

The light disappeared completely.

And in this absolute darkness, a strange connection sprouted.

It seems that something has a connection with its superficial dragon body.

An inherited memory of blood and soul entered his dragon's soul through this connection.

Chaos, vastness, the universe is empty.

The splendid light group collided violently in it, and it was divided into three parts.

A mass tore through the void, creating a huge hole that kept spitting out magical energy, where endless rays of light bloomed, like a world of light.

Some fly into the endless, ever-changing realm of annihilation.

The last part settled and stayed in place, forming a round planet, the eight brightest stars around it, and the magnificent double moon, the world where Tamriel was located.

Is this the vision of creation?

The number of eight stars is the same as the number of the eight holy spirits, and the ninth holy spirit Talos is transformed by the human beings of the later generations, and is not included in it.

So the Holy Spirit created the world.

So, is it the Demon God who lives in the realm of annihilation?

And what is flying to the world of light?

The witcher's thoughts were spinning, and the horror couldn't be added!

In the blink of an eye, the illusion disappeared again.

Suddenly, a huge white skeleton appeared in front of him. It could not be seen that it was a human being or any other animal.

When the witcher looked at the skeletons, a tragic emotion came over him, and he suddenly understood.

Earth bone, earth bone.

It is the remains of the Eight Holy Spirits who sacrificed themselves to create the world.

But in front of him again appeared the demon god Sanjien in crimson bone spur armor.

The sight of the three being united at first gave him a great shock and inspiration.

The Demon God and the Holy Spirit of Creation who live in the Oblivion Realm seem to be the same thing?

And the dragon Alduin, the object of his meditation, has similarities with them.

These three are like brothers of the same mother. The relationship broke down because of the dispute over ideas, but the power flowing in their bodies is extremely similar, but Alduin is weaker.

Therefore, the dragon can use the dragon language to communicate with the earth bone, and use the power of the earth bone, which is equivalent to using its own power, and it is natural to have it at your fingertips!

Knowing this, "Alduin" couldn't help opening his mouth—

"Fos!\

,"This roar seems to have touched some kind of trick.

On top of the huge skeleton, the tiny ant-like corner was awakened by the roar, resonating, and shaking, like a cell in a human body, trembling slightly.

In an instant, a majestic and turbulent airflow was driven, shattering the void!

"Fos!"

"Well-"

In a muffled sound.

The witcher woke up from the bed, the morning light shining through the wooden window on his cold, sweaty face.

He was panting rapidly, his eyes were rounded, and the veins on his neck were abrupt, as if the bizarre experiences just now were hallucinations.

"breathe…"

After half an hour, the extreme sense of weakness that was on the verge of death disappeared, and his eyes turned to the template, suddenly condensed, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, the pain of life is worse than death, and finally it was not in vain.

A brand new skill that shines brightly—

You have successfully sublimated your soul, made it briefly approach the dragon Alduin, and realized the nature of the earth bone (the remains of the Holy Spirit, the earth under your feet), and successfully inspired a dragon roar.

The Way of the Dragon Roar lv1: You have learned unrelenting power and strength: The earth bone responds to your voice, spewing primordial power, pushing, knocking down, and shattering anything or anyone standing in your way. This ability does not consume mana, but after using it, you will be in a state of soul fatigue, which requires time (depending on the strength of your soul) to recover before you can use it again.

Your current level is 12, your soul has been strengthened 12 times, and the recovery time is 24 minutes.

...

The way of dragon roar, does not consume magic power and experience, but uses one's own soul to release?

Dark Jin's pupils turned, and Roy looked surprised,

And this skill description also revealed another important news to him. It turns out that every time he upgrades, he not only gains skill points and attribute points, but also improves his physical fitness.

His soul is also strengthening at the same time. After 12 times of strengthening, his soul strength is not far beyond that of ordinary people. With the addition of level 10 meditation, the commonality of ancient blood and dragon can successfully sublimate his soul at one time.

He has a new concern.

The essence of the dragon's roar is to invoke the power of the earth's bones, that is, the remains of the existence that created this world. There are so-called earth-bones in this world, but do other worlds, such as the world of the witcher, have such things?

He was very skeptical, would he still be able to release the dragon's roar after returning?

Or go through the barriers of space and continue to call Tamriel's bones?

I don't have a clue about this now.

The witcher slammed a carp, flexibly jumped off the wooden bed, stretched his muscles and bones, and couldn't wait to try it out.

But he was worried that the wall of the inn would collapse directly and wake up the guests.

Arrondette wrapped around his back.

"crunch-"

Go down the stairs on the second floor of the Imperial Mare.

At three or four in the morning, the entire Xueman City was silent.

The charcoal in the center of the inn hall was extinguished, the maids and guests disappeared, and the proprietress Hurda was probably still in a sweet dream.

Roy pushed the door directly and left the inn, stepped over a few bushes of blooming mountain flowers by the house, took a few breaths of the fresh morning air, and came to the open space behind the house.

"Ho, ha!"

"Shh-"

The extremely clear sound of the blade breaking through the air continued to explode.

A familiar face came into view, and Roy couldn't help but smile,

"Fren?"

The simple-looking dragonborn was in the open space behind the yard, wielding the iron sword and shield with a straight face, hiding his shoulders behind the shield, and rushing forward in a hurry, as if he had hit the imaginary target, taking advantage of the opponent's figure. In the staggering gap, the right hand decisively swung a sword.

Then shrink your shoulders again to hide behind the shield, prick up your ears and listen carefully, then step sideways, swing your sword, raise your shield and turn around, charge forward, swing your shield around your body, turn around again, step sideways, swing your sword!

His moves are still green, and his basic skills are not as good as Roy's.

However, his eyes were firm, his movements were powerful, and his shots were decisive. With his outstanding physical fitness, Roy felt that he would have no problem dealing with the two White Run soldiers.

This guy usually seems to be honest, but while Avel and I are sleeping soundly, he secretly works hard by himself.

Such a person should-

"Hey!"

"Ah? Golden Eyes, why did you get up so early?"

The witcher didn't speak, just stared at him.

"Um... I'm not..." Freen lowered his head a little bewildered, "Don't I think I'm too bad? Swordsmanship is far inferior to you and Avel, so you can't keep holding you back, or else How can we all take risks together in the future, so I want to spend more time catching up with the lack!"

Roy could see his sincere attitude, and patted his shoulder with relief, raised his chin to signal him to continue.

Then there was a signal in my heart.

After two minutes.

Avel, who was wearing a brown fur armor and a leather helmet, yawned, and also came to the open space, and began to discuss with Frien.

Until the two of them were sweating,

"Golden Eye, what are you going to do with that sword?"

"Come and sit here."

The three sat side by side on the lawn behind the inn.

Roy showed Arrondette to the two of them, and explained Xue Rui's destination.

Of course, he did not give the sword to the two companions to use.

Soul weapons are like their own women, and no other men can touch them.

"What on earth is that Novigrad? The enchanting skills are so different that they don't need a soul stone." Avel played with his iron sword.

Roy smiled.

"Why didn't Sanjien choose me at that time?" Freen shook off the sweat on his head and said enviously, "To tell you the truth, I had a strange dream, in which I accepted that person. The devil's test, and finally got a scarlet staff."

"Daydreaming! Lun's looks, skills, and brains, what are you compared to golden eyes?" Avel shook his head, "Why does a dignified devil choose a 'defective'?"

"You're right."

"Let's go to see Farenga next..." Roy felt a little guilty for no reason, as if he had stolen something from Freen, he asked through Avel's mouth, "Then what arrangements do you have to stay in? Xueman is guarding the Dragon Stone?"

"In the past two days, I have almost understood the knowledge learned from the stone tablet. It is a dragon's roar called unshakable power... It is engraved into my body like an instinct." Then there was a hint of confusion, "But I need to release my unrelenting power and I lack something key. My intuition tells me that I must get close to the dragon again. And the Xueman collar is the most likely to be attacked by them. The place."

Unconsciously, the attitude of the dragonborn has undergone a huge change, from avoiding giant dragons at the beginning, to actively chasing them.

"Once you have that power," his brown eyes flashed with a desire, "then Lord Balgruuf will surely reward me well? Why can't I find a wife?"

"Uh..." Roy wiped his cold sweat. At present, only he knows the identity of the other party. Dignified Dragonborn is so easy to satisfy?

Avel nodded in agreement, "I have been chasing everything related to dragons for most of my life, although I have no relationship with Dragon Roar."

"Man..." Freen said, "When I understand it thoroughly, I may be able to guide you!"

"Haha, I'll be waiting for your words!" Avil's face showed a wretched smile, "If you have time, I'll invite you to the Mare of the Imperial Flag for a drink. Without San Jien, there may be some other demon god, Faren. Didn't Jia say that there are sixteen demon gods? In short, I will stay with you in Xueman."

"At that time," he waved his hand in a rare and bold manner, "I can also claim the title of a dragon slayer! That way, I can fulfill my promise to my child."

His tone dropped again, sadness and longing were frozen in his eyebrows, and his eyes became hazy.

Then he glanced at Golden Eye in awe.

Even without this wish, and his "leader" is here, he can't go anywhere else,

He was very fortunate that the other party was at least reasonable.

"I take the liberty to ask, Avil, what happened to your child? I didn't make it clear last time I drank. If you don't want to say it, forget it."

"I had a daughter when I lived in Solitude, but she has been sick and died for many years, but she still has an unfulfilled wish."

The High King, the supreme leader of the nine realms of Skyrim, lived in Solitude when he was alive.

"What wish?"

"Everything stems from..." Avel said, "a traditional festival in Solitude called Burning Olaf."

"Olav?" Freen's heart froze.

"That's right, it is Olaf One-Eyed, the first owner of Longlin Castle in Snowman City, the Nord who killed the dragon, and the ancestor of the current Lord Balgruuf." There was also a sarcastic smile on the corner of Avel's mouth. "A long time ago, the Academy of Bards in Solitude thought that Olaf's killing of the dragon was just a fabricated lie, and that he was a shameless liar, so they created an annual festival to burn Olaf's scarecrow to express A disdain for a liar."

Roy and Frinn looked at each other.

The ruler of Skyrim Province actually allows such a festival to exist, isn't it just to slap Balgruuf in the face?

Balgruuf remains neutral and does not take sides between the Empire and the Stormcloak, perhaps for a reason.

"Not everyone in Solitude thinks this way. My daughter Flynn firmly regards Olaf as the hero who defeated the dragon." Avil's eyes shot the tenderness of memory, "but she can't prove it, after all, the giant Dragons have disappeared for thousands of years, and the Nord Olaf's victory over the dragon is just a legend. Until she fell ill and died, my incompetent father couldn't find evidence for her!"

"I can only search the ancient ruins after her death, looking for the Nords' power to defeat the dragon." Avel took a deep breath, "Now that the dragon has returned to the sky, I will stay in Snowman City to find that opportunity. Witness the feat of humans slaughtering dragons!"

"Fulfill Flynn's last wish."

Freen took his shoulder and said in admiration,

"Okay man, you're more daring than me! But I want to go crazy with you once!"

"Slaying a dragon is not that simple, without the assistance of Xueman soldiers (as cannon fodder), and soldiers alone are definitely not enough," Roy recalled the experience of Holy Land Town, when a group of soldiers shot arrows at the behemoth in vain, and they were instantly burned into flames. coke.

"After seeing the court mage, let's chat with Lord Balgruuf again to figure out Xueman's coping strategy. We can't be passive all the time! Maybe we can get some other benefits during the period, such as Xueman's house or something."

Talking about this, Roy asked the two to rush to Longlin Fort first.

And he took out his crossbow, pulled the trigger, and jumped out of the wall along with the arrow.

After several ups and downs, he left the huge rock where the city of Xueman was located, and came to the underside of a big banyan tree that had grown for more than a hundred years on the plain, with an emerald canopy, and the two of them hugged each other.

Hold your breath, relax your mind and body.

Put your hands on your waist, make a fist, bend your knees, inhale...

An image of a dragon head full of desire for destruction instantly condensed in his mind.

At the same time, a faint glow overflowed from his brown fur armor, and the dark gold and silver-grey pupils suddenly turned strangely into Alduin-like scarlet vertical pupils.

A hazy and twisted black light lingered around his body, revealing a black scaled dragon crawling on the ground and roaring from the neck——

"Fos—"

Roy yelled at the banyan tree.

At the same time, the phantom dragon grew its bloody mouth.

The huge skeleton sleeping in the center of the earth is shaken by a tiny corner by the unique rhythm!

It's got a bit of strength!

On the ground, the air is turbulent!

"boom!"

The witcher took a deep breath, his awe-inspiring face returned to calm and relaxation,

"Dragon Roar plus 2 enhanced blood slashes, I also have a little bit of capital to compete with the dragon."

He turned away.

The verdant and lush huge banyan tree behind it was cut off from the middle, revealing a rough section and a circle of annual rings.

The bottom half is uprooted.

The top half was knocked seven or eight meters away, and the branches and green leaves slapped heavily on the ground, as if a war song was played against the far-away back!