The Divine Hunter

The giant dragon Mirmenir was crawling in a pool of blood, no longer making a sound.

A hidden force guided Freen, and he rushed forward ahead of the crowd.

An indescribable longing surged within.

This dragon corpse seems to have turned into a delicacy of mountains and seas, tempting him to rush up and eat it!

He swallowed his saliva and looked at his companion who was standing in a pool of blood, bathed in dragon blood, all red with concern.

"Are you all right, Golden Eye?"

"It's okay." Roy explained in a lame imperial language, and then his expression froze - as the dragonborn approached, a blue-gray whirlwind swelled above the remains of Mirmenir. Ancient and mysterious runes are piled up in it, and they continue to fly into Freen's body!

The scene in front of the Longyu Stone Monument in the Desolate Waterfall Temple reappears!

Freen stayed on the spot quietly, closed his eyes lightly, stretched his hands back, and looked relaxed and enjoying.

It's like embracing power!

Roy's mind suddenly flashed Balgruuf's words - only the dragonborn can solve the core of the dragon and kill it for real.

"Does the so-called killing mean to devour the soul of the dead dragon?"

"It was me who ended it with my own hands, yet I was injured so badly because of this. In the end, I was making a wedding dress for Freen?" Roy wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, clenched his fists, and felt unwilling in his heart. " How can the template be invalid for Dragon Soul?"

With the unwilling emotions in his chest and chest erupted.

There was a crackling sound in the void, scarlet electric arcs circulated, a lion-sized, vivid blood-colored octopus drilled out, the round and round limbs shrank and swelled, and the dense arms and legs waved, slamming around the dragon's head.

The translucent dragon's soul was pulled out by the tentacles. It was much smaller than the corpse. It looked hazy and transparent in the sunlight. The cruelty and cruelty in its eyes were gone, but instead it looked dull and lifeless.

It seemed to accept its own destiny, giving up all struggle and resistance.

The two forces fought fiercely for the dragon soul.

A stream originated from the dragonborn, forcing the dragon soul to turn into a rune secret and suck it into the body.

The other one came from the phantom of the blood-colored octopus. The tentacles wrapped half of the dragon's soul. The suction cups and the big mouth full of serrated teeth "click, click" to eat the dragon soul, swallowing the fragments into the stomach.

Irileth led the soldiers over cautiously,

I bumped into the two of them standing quietly beside the dragon skeleton.

into some strange state.

"Is the dragon still alive? What are they doing?"

"Quiet!" There was a hint of surprise and doubt in Farenjia's eyes,

"Don't disturb them, there's a Dragonborn... absorbing power!"

...

Just ten seconds.

The dragon soul decreases at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Roy devoured one-third, and Dragonborn also absorbed one-third.

Roy wanted to continue, but suddenly, an extreme fear surged up in his heart for no reason.

The air around him seemed to be drained in an instant, and he couldn't breathe, almost suffocating.

Everything around him, everything, space and time is hostile to him!

It's as if he is devouring the dragon soul at this moment to go against the whole world!

Obviously he didn't turn his head, but he clearly felt a pair of huge golden eyes appearing in the void behind him.

Eyes stared at them through the clouds, and when the pupils turned to the dragonborn, there was a sense of approval.

And when it turned to the witcher.

warn!

threaten!

Sharp eyes, like a steel needle stabbing, wrapped him in severe pain.

At the same time, an invisible and cold palm penetrated his skin and flesh, penetrated deep into his chest cavity, and pinched his heart.

Every inch of his skin, every cell, shuddered and twitched in the process.

This sense of crisis.

He experienced it once, when he rashly observed the statue of the goddess Meritelli, and was watched by the gods.

And now - is the devil or the Holy Spirit warning me?

Which high-level existence deliberately arranged and arranged for the dragonborn to absorb the dragon soul?

A clear understanding rose in his heart, and he continued to compete with Freen for the dragon soul. This hand would end his fate and make him doomed forever!

That's enough.

After all, this is a world created by the Holy Spirit, and in other people's territory they have to abide by their rules.

But there is also a sense of unwillingness in his heart, and sooner or later he will get this breath back!

Let's start with Frien, who is the most important to him.

"call-"

With one breath, Roy closed his eyes and relaxed.

The blood-colored octopus received some kind of instruction, and decisively released the dragon soul and disappeared into the air.

The confusion in the template is finally over, and a description emerges clearly.

"You killed the legendary creature - the giant dragon Mirmenir, you devoured a part of the fragments of time, the experience value +5000, the witcher lv12 (7300/12500), your understanding of time has improved, and you will not let go The cooldown of Force Strength has been reduced, now at 21 minutes... Your Blood of the Ancients is slightly affected, but not enough to change."

He sighed and opened his eyes, suddenly feeling that there seemed to be some kind of wonderful connection between himself and Frien, and he could determine the location of the Dragonborn anytime, anywhere.

what happened?

...

After only a few seconds, the remaining dragon souls were absorbed by the dragonborn to the point where there was nothing left!

The dragon corpse that lost its dragon soul suddenly changed dramatically, and it evolved into more than ten years in ten seconds. The scales, flesh and blood of the dragon were all weathered, collapsed into pieces, and scattered into the air.

In the pool of blood, only a huge and pale skeleton remained, entrenched on the ground like a winged lizard.

Roy sorted out his emotions, observed the keel attentively, and kept every detail of it in his heart for deeper meditation and sublimation.

At the same time, around the dragon skeleton, the palms lightly stopped to grope, and the jagged keel and the delicate slap-sized dragon scales scattered on the ground were concealed into the package.

Soon, he was pleasantly surprised to harvest a whole dragon tendon - more than five meters in length, the thickness of the forearm, the whole body is pale yellow, and it feels tough and elastic.

"The materials for the next hand crossbow upgrade are available!"

The witcher smiled decisively.

At this moment, Freen opened his eyes, and the brown pupils turned into golden vertical pupils like dragons in an instant, indifferent and majestic, full of indomitable arrogance!

But it returned to normal immediately, but it was frighteningly bright, like the sun in the sky.

And Frien's body has begun to digest and absorb the dragon soul.

Each attribute has a small increase of one or two points, and it will continue until it is digested.

"Guys... me, I have a little more stuff on my mind!"

"What's more, Freen? Why do you react to this big guy?" Wilkas, Farkas, Torva, and Avel stared at the slightly dazed man, "You are truly legendary Dragonborn?"

They couldn't imagine that the Maotou boy who was tortured by himself for more than ten days in a duel would have such a legendary and glorious identity?

"It must be so!" Farenjia nodded. Everyone present seemed to only notice the abnormality of Dragonborn absorbing the dragon's soul, but did not see the hidden blood-colored octopus. "Only a dragonborn can absorb the power of a giant dragon and turn a fleshy dragon corpse into a skeleton in just a few moments!"

really?

I'm just an ordinary person, how could I be a dragonborn?

Freen turned his eyes to the excited crowd, and then looked at the gray sky, his throat itch for no reason, the itch was suddenly and violent, unstoppable, and at the same time began to fever violently, he couldn't help opening his mouth, venting towards the sky. This power is like instinct!

"Fos!"

The surging and majestic sound exploded!

Everyone's heart froze.

I saw a ring of air flow out of the dragon's mouth and flew into the sky, with an amazing momentum that seemed to shatter the sky!

"God! Is this the dragon roar used by the dragon just now? The power Ulfric used to kill the High King Itog!" a soldier exclaimed, and the torch in his hand trembled!

The Farkas brothers surrounded the dragonborn, and the big hands covered with black hair touched the east and the west.

"Stop, what are you doing? I'm not a woman!"

"Look at the difference in the body structure of the legendary dragonborn? It doesn't seem to make any difference?" Farkas asked ostentatiously. "But this time even the dragon was killed. What will we kill next time?"

"A more powerful dragon!" Wilkes replied, "A dragonborn is at the head anyway!"

On the other side, Avel suddenly knelt in front of the keel, his cheek muscles twitched, tears welled up in his eyes, and he shouted like a vent!

"Meiwen, did you see, Dad did it, we killed the dragon! This is the dragon's roar, the power Olaf used to slay the dragon! The legend is true, burning Olaf's festival is bullshit! Woohoo!"

"Bless Talos, Kanares, Akai! The Dragonborn has been hiding in our team, and I fight side by side with the Dragonborn!" Another soldier said excitedly, "It is destiny that Xueman will defeat the dragon! "

"Come and kill one!"

The crowd flushed with excitement,

"From now on, we are Dragon Slayer Warriors!"

"It's not just the Dragonborn! It's also thanks to Golden Eyes!" Avel wiped the tears from his face and looked at the witcher standing in the dragon skeleton with admiration, who shook his hand and stopped collecting, "He We knocked down the dragon from the sky and inflicted heavy damage on it, so that we can finally slaughter the dragon!"

Roy swallowed the sweetness in his throat, and explained in a little non-standard imperial language, "It's all... everyone's... credit!"

Without the sacrifice of these warriors, without them consuming the dragon.

I can't kill this terrifying giant beast with my three axes, but it may be killed by its final counterattack!

"Well said! Don't just focus on Dragonborn and Golden Eye. This victory is the credit of all those who participated in the battle, especially the fallen warriors - Colulin, Gillis, Roberto, rest in peace!" Si turned around and looked around at the bloody or scorched corpses on the ground, and said sadly, "The great achievements of slaughtering the dragon will let your souls enter Songgard, no, enter the Hall of Valor!"

In a dragon battle, forty-three people participated in the battle, and in the end only eighteen people remained, and many of them suffered minor or serious injuries.

The death rate was more than half, and the losses were catastrophic!

And the opponent is only the weakest dragon!

"I will show my merit to everyone when I go back, and every participant will be rewarded heavily by the lord!" Irileth looked at the hideous keel, "But now, bring the corpses of my comrades to life and bury them, they deserve one A decent funeral, and then the keel is transported back to Xueman as a proof of honor!"

The captain gave an order, and the surviving soldiers began to clean the battlefield sadly and excitedly!

And Roy couldn't help but admire that, the Nords are indeed born war mad.

He also seized the time to store as many keels and dragon scales as possible. The materials that can be chopped with blood and energy must be the highest quality materials!

The same is true for Farenja. A keel disappeared when his slender hand touched it. He stared at Roy and asked in a low voice with a complicated expression.

"Golden Eyes...Are you Dagon or a follower of Varmina?"

Roy heard Avel's translation, and it was obvious that the other party saw a shocking vision, so he shrugged pretending not to understand.

The latter could only sigh helplessly.

"In short, I see your performance in my eyes. You are the most important in killing the dragon. Without you, I don't know how many people will be sacrificed, and I may not be able to survive!"

"I promise, I can do you a favor for free when I go back!"

...

When the group returned to Snowman City, the twilight fell.

Darkness enveloped the entire city.

Most of the townspeople fell asleep.

The soldiers entered the hall of the dead with the horrific corpses of their companions, some went to inform the relatives of the deceased, and some returned to the sentry tower to transport the keel. No lord would foolishly throw the forged treasure in the wild and ignore it.

And Irileth led Farengar, members of the comrade-in-arms group, and Roy to enter Longlin Fort!

"You sure didn't disappoint me!"

"You killed a giant dragon and reproduced the feat of the ancestor Olaf! Created a miracle!" Balgruuf paced anxiously with the giant axe on his back, his tone trembling slightly with excitement, with that expression, I wish I could participate in person, "You guys I have saved the entire Xueman, and I will reward it heavily!"

"Golden Eyes, Avel, Frien, since you came to Xueman, you have worked tirelessly for the Dragon Calamity. Now, I, Lord of Xueman City, Balgruuf, hereby bestow upon you the titles of three military guards. , From now on, you can recruit loyal guards in Xueman, and you can come to me if you don't meet your heart, and I will assign them to you, but you have to pay for them yourself."

"There are exactly three houses vacant in the Zephyr area, and now they belong to you! In the house, I also prepared a thousand gold coins for each of you!"

The three of them looked at each other, Roy's expression was still calm, the house didn't seem to be of much use to him, while Avel and Frien's breathing became heavier and they were overjoyed.

The luxurious king-bed room in the Xueman collar center, the title of Wuwei that sounds very powerful.

These are things that ordinary people like them didn't even dare to think about before, and now they're all in their pockets!

But these rewards are nothing compared to the name of a dragon slayer!

The Nords respect warriors.

With this layer of amulet, Skyrim Province is so big, they can't go anywhere!

Balgruuf was quite satisfied when he saw the expressions of several people. Although he was bleeding heavily this time, if he could tie the three outstanding warriors to his chariot and leave them in Xueman City,

It will be of great use in the future!

What's more, the three of them and themselves are staunch neutrals, and they won't cause chaos all day long like the War Madness or the Graymane Family!

"Wilkas, Farkas, Torva, thank the comrades for their help, I will send someone to the mead hall for the reward."

The sturdy man bowed and smiled heartily at the three Frien beside him, "Don't forget to come to the mead hall for a drink tomorrow!"

"By the way, exchange and exchange dragon slaying techniques!"

The members of the comrade-in-arms left Longlinbao after speaking, and they didn't seem to want to stay longer.

"Irileth, the pensions of the sacrificed brothers, according to the original plan, plus 50%, must be handed over to their families!"

"Lord Lord, be kind!"

"That's what they deserve. They sacrificed their lives for Xueman, and Xueman will not treat them badly!" Balgruuf said sternly, "They are true warriors, and they will surely return their souls to Valhalla."

Balgruuf said and stood still with his head bowed, and everyone followed him in a two-minute silence for the dead.

"Okay, I still have a question. I heard that a dragonborn appeared in the team."

"My lord," Farenja glanced at Freen, "he absorbed the dragon soul at the last minute and showed the power of the dragon's roar!"

"Okay, young boy... The first time I saw you, I knew you were not easy." Balgruuf turned his eyes to Freen with a hint of admiration, "Then did you hear when you killed the dragon? Some kind of call?"

"Summoning?" Longyi rubbed the back of his head to recall. When he returned to Xueman just now, just like the previous two times, he heard a thunderous roar again, which seemed to say - "Duwaqin?"

"Yes, Du Waqin!"

"Looks right," Balgruuf said, sitting back on the throne. "Greybeard is calling the Dragonborn."

Roy's heart moved, and his intuition made him prick up his ears to listen, and he told Avil to translate at any time, not to miss a word.

"Who is Greybeard?" Frinn asked.

"I once told you that there is a group of hermits in the world who are proficient in the way of dragon roar and spread their power in a very small area. And these hermits are Greybeard!" Balgruuf explained patiently, "they live in At the highest point in the throat of the isolated world, High Roar Peak, I'll give you a map later."

"Why did they call me?"

"Don't you want to understand?" Balgruuf said sternly, "Dragonborn has a special talent, can inject essence into Tum, and release an infinitely powerful dragon roar, so you can master the dragon's roar a hundred times faster than ordinary people. "

"They asked you to go, just to teach you to use your talents." He emphasized, "Now that the giant dragon has returned, and attacked the people in my territory for no reason, the dragonborn who quickly mastered the dragon's roar is to completely end this war. The hope of the dragon plague."

"Greybeard has a mission since time immemorial, and you, Freen, as far as I know, the only Dragonborn in hundreds of years since Tiber Septim, also have your mission!"

After hearing this, Freen was surprised and frightened, "Lord Balgruuf, are you exaggerating, and it seems that I am a savior!"

He glanced at Roy in shame,

"But my combat power is less than one-tenth of Golden Eye!"

"Don't underestimate yourself, you are still young and haven't fully discovered your talents," Balgruuf comforted, "After you have rested, I suggest you set off for High Roar Peak, no one can refuse Greybeard's Summoning, this is a rare honor."

A flash of memory flashed in his eyes, "But you still have to be mentally prepared, you have to climb the seven thousand steps, I visited when I was young, and I was exhausted, and after a few years of wasted effort, nothing worked. return."

"Then..." Freen hesitated for a while, then turned to look at Roy and Avil, "Can I bring a few people to training?"

Roy couldn't help but looked at Freen with a moved look, this silly boy is interesting!

In vain, I gave you one third of the dragon soul!

Unfortunately, I can only appreciate your kindness!

"Love friendship, I didn't see you wrong!" Balgruuf showed a kind smile with admiration in his eyes, "As a dragonborn, you are naturally qualified to bring one or two people to watch. But you have to be aware of it, ordinary people. It's not necessarily a good thing to go to High Roar. That's all I can say."

"You must have been tired from fighting the dragon today..." Balgruuf gave the manager beside him a look, who immediately took out three keys from his arms and handed them to the three of them, "You can see when you open the door. To the deed and bounty. The basic furniture is all there. Let me know if you need anything in the future.”

"Three military guards, go back and enjoy the soft big bed." Proventus smiled, with a hint of approval in his eyes, "By the way, the three houses are next to each other, you are neighbors!"

Both Avel and Freen looked at Roy,

He nodded.

Focus on the loot package, a dragon battle, and harvest countless treasures—keel bones, dragon scales, dragon tendons, dragon souls, and most importantly, dragon blood essence that fills half of the space.

Mage blood essence (coral), high-level vampire blood essence (Grufid), and the rest of the supplementary materials have already been processed, lying there quietly waiting to be activated.

The tempering elixir formula given to him by Master Mirror clearly appeared in his mind, and he passed one step at a time.

It's time to start refining elixir and raising the blood of the ancients!

"Coral, Leto, Ciri, Geralt, Triss... Everyone wait,"

"I'm coming back soon!"