The Divine Hunter Chapter 14: The Way of Dragon Roar

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Chiqi Mare Inn.

A guest room on the second floor.

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

It shrouded the demon hunter sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed.

The young face was calm and serene, and his beloved weapon Arondette lay beside his knees.

Xue Rui's matter was temporarily resolved, and he planned to find Farenjia to identify his soul weapon the next day.

Attention was refocused on the path of dragon roar recorded on the Dragon Language Stone Tablet. I have been so busy with other things these past two days that I have no time to sort it out carefully.

However, he knew that the benefits brought to him by the Dragon Roar were by no means inferior to soul weapons.

Because he is not a dragon or a dragon descendant, if he wants to learn dragon roar, he must go through a difficulty-meditation to sublimate his soul and make it closer to the dragon. In addition, he must understand the so-called earth in this world. What exactly is a bone and how to smoothly mobilize its power?

The dark world of meditation.

The hole in the sky is as huge as the sun, combined with the densely flashing light spots like stars, constantly exuding unique magic power.

Under the dark sky, the dark figure as small as a drop in the ocean is the projection of the demon hunter's soul.

According to the meditation method he had observed at the expense of experience points, he constructed a grand and majestic image in his mind - a mountain-shaped, tough scales and spikes covered in darkness as dark as night, with two long and narrow heads. The obtuse angle curves back, the thick jaw opens to reveal sharp interlocking teeth, and the pupils are as cold as ice, but sparkle with scarlet light.

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

It is the dragon Alduin whom the witcher met once in Holy Land Town.

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

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

Roy forced his mind to stop, imagining the changes starting from his fingertips, and a nail as sharp as a hook drilled out of the end of his index finger.

Then the middle finger, ring finger...

Roy suddenly crawled on the ground like a four-legged beast, his shoulders, waist, thighs, and his whole body trembling convulsively.

It is like a silkworm chrysalis emerging from a cocoon and turning into a butterfly, a young falcon pecking open an eggshell, or a snake shedding its skin.

A series of dark shadows covered his body, his feet twisted and transformed into dragon claws in the shadows, his mouth protruded outwards and turned into a snout, and his forehead sunken in and sprouted dragon horns, forming a cold and dark dragon head. The pupils, which were originally dark gold and silver gray, emitted a scarlet light.

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

An unspeakable pain enveloped his body.

This kind of pain does not come from the skin, muscles, bones, or 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 must stay awake at all times and let every inch of his soul transform towards Alduin, because he himself is the sculptor.

The bone stubble quickly swelled and grew, and two bone wings completely grew out instead of the arm, with traces of flesh and blood filling the periosteum.

Finally, a pair of majestic dragon wings were completely formed. Finally, the ancient blood surged with power to make up for and repair the flaws in the dragon soul, and a miniature version of Alduin appeared perfectly.

After this life-and-death torture, even with Roy's extraordinary will, he still felt extremely weak in his soul.

"It" was lying on the ground.

Panting and resting.

I don’t know how long it took.

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

It clearly felt that the yellow magical energy floating in the air was pouring into its body like a moth flying into a flame. It was the magnet for magical energy.

"Is this the dragon's soul?"

No, he just wears the skin of a giant dragon, but lacks its bones and essence.

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

Although he only resembles Alduin in appearance, he has already felt earth-shaking changes, and the magic energy in the meditation space has become like an arm.

He repeated the scene in front of the Dragon Language Monument again, shouting out the simplest Dragon Language——

"Vos——"

"Call—"

A power surged from the dark earth beneath my feet.

In the world of meditation, a breeze blew.

"Vos——"

Not enough!

Even though his soul has been sublimated into the dragon form, he still can't release the complete dragon roar, there is always something missing.

But he also noticed that the violent wind flow released by the force was not condensed by magic energy.

It comes from the ground beneath your feet.

So, in the world of meditation, this miniature version of Alduin controlled his soul and slowly sank into the boundless dark earth beneath him.

This is an experience that a witcher has never had before.

He has always looked towards the sky to pursue the origin of magic energy - the four elemental planes, and even the "holes" that emit light in this world, but he has never let his soul sink like today, exploring this place where he is. The earth, in dragon language, is called the existence of the earth's bones.

What exactly is the Earth Bone?

Skyrim Province? Tamriel?

……

The light is getting dimmer.

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

Roy's soul is falling endlessly in the bottomless abyss. There is no reference around him. Everything, including time, seems to stand still.

He suppressed his fear of the unknown and darkness and continued to sink.

The light disappeared completely.

And in this absolute darkness, a strange connection sprouts.

There seems to be something connected with this superficial dragon body.

A kind of inherited memory of blood and soul enters his dragon soul body through this connection.

Chaos, vastness, and the void of the universe.

The brilliant light clusters collided violently and split into three.

A mass tore through the void, creating a huge hole that continuously spewed out magic energy. Endless light bloomed there, like a world of light.

Part of it flies into the endless and ever-changing realm of annihilation.

The last part settled and stayed in place, forming a round planet, the eight brightest stars surrounding it, and the magnificent twin moons, which is the world where the continent of Tamriel is located.

Is this the scene of creation?

The eight stars are the same number as the eight Holy Spirits. The ninth Holy Spirit, Talos, was transformed by humans in later generations and is not counted among them.

So it was the Holy Spirit who created the world.

So what flies to the realm of annihilation is the demon **** living in it?

And what is flying towards that world of light?

The demon hunter's thoughts were spinning, and he was horrified beyond measure!

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

A huge white skeleton suddenly appeared in front of me. It could not be seen that it was a human being or other animal. It was so big that it could cover the sky and the sun. The whales and dragons were less than one ten thousandth of it. They melted with the earth's crust. As one body.

When the witcher looked at these skeletons, a tragic emotion arose spontaneously, and he suddenly understood.

Earth bone, earth bone.

It is the remains left behind after the Eight Holy Spirits sacrificed themselves to create the world.

But before his eyes appeared the demon **** Sangjian wearing crimson bone spike armor.

The initial sight of the three being integrated into one gave him great shock and inspiration.

The demon **** who lives in the realm of annihilation and the Holy Spirit of Creation seem to be the same thing?

And the dragon Alduin, the object of my meditation, is similar to them.

These three are like brothers from the same mother. Their relationship is broken due to ideological disputes, but the power flowing in their bodies is very similar, but Alduin is weaker.

So the dragon can use dragon language to communicate with the earth bones and call upon the power of the earth bones. This is equivalent to using its own power, and it is naturally at your fingertips!

Understanding this, "Alduin" couldn't help but open his mouth——

"Vos!",

This roar seemed to touch some kind of secret.

On the huge skeleton, an ant-like corner was awakened by the roar, resonated, and trembled, just like a cell in the human body, trembling slightly.

In an instant, a majestic and turbulent air flow was triggered, shattering the void!

"Vos!"

"Uh-"

With a muffled groan.

The witcher woke up from the bed with a start, and the faint morning light shining through the wooden window showed his face dripping with cold sweat.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes were widened, and the veins on his neck were protruding, as if the bizarre experience he had just experienced were all hallucinations.

"Breathe in..."

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

A brand new skill, shining——

You successfully sublimated your soul, allowing it to briefly approach the dragon Alduin, and realize the essence of the earth bones (the remains of the Holy Spirit, the earth beneath your feet), and successfully inspired a dragon roar.

Way of Dragon Roar lv1: You have learned the power of unyielding strength: the bones of the earth respond to your voice, spewing out raw power, pushing away, knocking down, and shattering anything or anyone who stands in your way. . This ability does not consume magic power, but after using it, you will fall into a state of soul fatigue, and it will take time (depending on the strength of the soul) to recover before you can use it again.

Currently your level is level 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 or experience, but uses one's own soul to release it?

Diamond's pupils turned, and Roy looked surprised,

And this skill description also reveals another important news for 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, the strength of his soul is far beyond that of ordinary people. Coupled with level 10 of meditation, the commonality of ancient blood and dragons can be successfully sublimated in one go. soul.

He also has a new concern.

The essence of dragon roar is to invoke the power of earth bones, which are the remains of the being who created this world. This world has so-called earth bones, but do other worlds, such as the world of demon hunters, have such things? ?

He is very doubtful whether he can still release the dragon roar after returning?

Or is it that the barriers across space continue to call upon the bones of Tamriel?

I don’t have much idea to think about this now.

The demon hunter stood up like a carp, jumped off the wooden bed nimbly, stretched his muscles, and couldn't wait to give it a try.

But he was worried that the walls of the inn would collapse and wake the residents.

Arondette wrapped his arms around his back.

"Crunch—"

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

At three or four o'clock in the morning, the entire Xueman City was completely quiet.

The charcoal in the center of the inn hall was extinguished, and the maids and guests were nowhere to be seen. The proprietress Hulda was probably still in her dream.

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

"Huh, ha!"

"Shua—"

The extremely clear sound of the sword blade piercing the air continued to explode.

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

"Frien?"

The simple-looking dragonborn was in the open space behind the yard, brandishing an iron sword and a shield in a precise manner, hiding his shoulders behind the shield, and rushing forward with rapid steps. He seemed to have hit the imaginary target. As the opponent staggered, he decisively swung a sword with his right hand.

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

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

However, with his firm eyes, powerful movements, and decisive strikes, coupled with his outstanding physical fitness, Roy felt that there was no big problem in dealing with the two Whiterun soldiers.

This guy usually looks honest and kind, but while Avel and I were sleeping soundly, he secretly worked **** his own.

This kind of person should——

"Hey!"

"Ah? Jinyan, why did you get up so early?"

The witcher said nothing and looked directly at him.

"Well...I'm not..." Frien suddenly lowered his head at a loss, "Don't I think my ability is too poor? I'm far inferior to you and Avel in swordsmanship and skill. I can't always hold you back. Legs, otherwise how can we all take risks together in the future, so I want to spend more time catching up on what is lacking!"

Roy could see his sincere attitude, and couldn't help but patted his shoulder with relief, and raised his chin to signal him to continue.

Then a signal came through in my heart.

Two minutes later.

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

Until the two of them were covered in sweat,

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

"Come and sit here."

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

Roy showed Arondette to the two of them and explained Xuerui's fate.

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

The soul weapon is like your own woman, no other man can touch it.

"What the **** is that Novigrad? The enchanting skills are so unique that they don't need soul stones." Avel played with his iron sword.

Roy smiled.

"Why didn't Sanjian choose me at that time?" Frien shook off the beads of sweat on his head and said enviously, "To tell you the truth, I had a strange dream, in which I accepted He passed the test of the demon **** and finally got a scarlet staff."

"Daydreaming! In terms of appearance, skills, and brains, how can you compare to Golden Eyes?" Avel shook his head, "Why would a majestic demon choose a 'defective' product?"

"You are right."

"Let's go see Farenga next..." Roy felt a little guilty for no reason, as if he had robbed Frien of something. He asked through Avel's mouth, "What are your plans next? Will you continue to stay in Xueman and guard the Dragon Stone?"

"In the past two days, I have almost fully understood the knowledge I learned from the stone tablet. It is a kind of dragon roar called the unshakeable power... It is engraved into my body like instinct." Frien's face He was excited at first, and then showed a trace of confusion, "But there is still something key missing in order to unleash my unyielding power. My intuition tells me that I must get close to the dragon again. And the Xueman leader is the one most likely to suffer. Go where they attack."

Unknowingly, the Dragonborn's attitude has undergone a huge change, from avoiding the dragons at the beginning to actively pursuing them.

"Once I master that kind of power," his brown eyes flashed, revealing a desire, "then Lord Balgruuf will definitely reward me well? Why worry about not being able to find a wife?"

"Uh..." Roy wiped his cold sweat. He was the only one who knew the other party's identity so far. How could a dignified dragonborn be so easily satisfied?

Avel nodded in agreement, "I have been chasing everything related to dragons for most of my life, although I have no chance of dragon roar."

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

"Haha, I'm just waiting for your words!" Avel showed a sly smile on his face, "I'll invite you to the Imperial Banner Mare for a drink when you have time. Without Sangjian, maybe some other demon gods will come. , Didn’t Farenjia say there are sixteen demon gods? In short, I will stay with you in Xueman."

"When the time comes," he waved his hand with rare boldness, "I can also claim the title of dragon-slaying warrior! In that way, I have fulfilled my promise to my child."

His tone dropped again, sadness and longing solidified between his brows, and his eyes became hazy.

Then he glanced at Golden Eyes in awe.

Even if he doesn't have this wish, his "leader" is here, and he can't go anywhere else,

He was quite lucky that the other party was at least reasonable.

"I would like to ask, Aweil, what happened to your child? I didn't explain it clearly last time when I was drinking. If you don't want to say it, forget it."

"When I still lived in Dugu City, I had a daughter, but she has been ill and passed away for many years, but she still has one wish that has not been fulfilled."

When the Supreme King, the supreme leader of the nine territories in Skyrim Province, was still alive, he lived in Dugu City.

"What wish?"

"Everything stems from..." Avel said, "A traditional festival in Dugu City called Burning Olaf."

"Olav?" Frien's heart trembled.

"Yes, it is Olaf the One-Eyed, the first master of Dragon's Landing Castle in Snowrun City, the Nord who killed the dragon, and the ancestor of the current lord Balgruuf." Avel also showed a trace of sarcasm on his lips. Smile, "A long time ago, the Bard Academy in Dugu City thought that Olaf's killing of the dragon was just a lie, and considered him a shameless liar, so he created an annual festival to burn Olaf's scarecrow. , to express contempt for liars."

Roy and Frien looked at each other.

For the ruler of Skyrim to allow such a festival to exist, isn't it just a slap in the face to Balgruuf?

There may be some reason why Balgruuf remains neutral and does not choose sides between the Empire and the Stormcloaks.

"Not everyone in Dugu City thinks so. My daughter Fulian firmly regards Olaf as the hero who defeated the dragon." Avel's eyes showed the tenderness of memories, "But she can't prove it. , after all, the dragon has disappeared for thousands of years, and the Nordic Olaf's victory over the dragon is just a legend. Until she fell ill and died, my incompetent father could not find evidence for her!"

"I can only search ancient ruins after her death to find the power of the Nords to defeat the dragon." Avel took a deep breath, "Now that the dragon has returned to the sky, I want to stay in Snowrun City Look for that opportunity to witness the feat of humans slaying dragons!"

"Follow Fulian's last wish."

Frien put his arm around his shoulders and said with admiration,

"Okay, man, you are more courageous than me! But I want to go crazy with you once!"

"Slaying a dragon is not that simple. It requires the assistance of Xueman soldiers (who serve as cannon fodder), and soldiers alone are definitely not enough." Roy recalled the experience in Holy Land Town, where a group of soldiers shot arrows in vain at the behemoth, and in a blink of an eye, Burnt to coke.

"After meeting the court mage, let's talk to Lord Balgruuf again to figure out Xueman's response strategy. We can't always be passive! Maybe we can get some other benefits during the period, such as Xueman's house or something. ."

When talking about this, Roy asked the two of them to rush to Longlin Castle first.

And he took out his hand crossbow, pulled the trigger, followed the arrow through the air, and jumped out of the wall.

After several ups and downs, I left the huge rock where the Snow Man City was located, and came to the plain under a large banyan tree that had been growing for more than a hundred years, with a green canopy, and two people hugging each other.

Hold your breath and concentrate, relax your body and mind.

Put your hands on your waist, make fists, bend your knees, inhale...

The image of a dragon head filled with the desire for destruction instantly formed in his mind.

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

A hazy and twisted black light lingered around his body, revealing a prostrate black scale dragon with its neck roaring——

"Vos—"

Roy yelled at the banyan tree.

The illusory dragon simultaneously grew a **** mouth. ~IndoMTL.com~ The huge skeleton sleeping in the center of the earth is moved by a unique rhythm!

It brings a little strength!

On the ground, the air current is turbulent!

"Bang!"

The witcher took a deep breath, and his solemn face returned to calmness and relaxation,

"With the dragon's roar and the two enhanced Blood Slashes, I have a little bit of capital to compete with the dragon."

He turned and left.

The huge and lush banyan tree behind him was cut off in the middle, revealing its rough section and rings of growth rings.

The lower half was uprooted.

The upper half was blown away seven to eight meters, and the branches and green leaves were slapped to the ground heavily, as if a war song was playing towards the retreating figure!