The Divine Hunter Chapter 23: Dragon Blood Dragon Soul

The giant dragon Mirmenir crouched in a pool of blood, making no sound anymore.

A mysterious force guided Frien, and he jumped over the crowd and rushed forward first.

An indescribable longing welled up in my heart.

This dragon corpse seemed to have turned into a delicacy, tempting him to pounce on it and feast on it!

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

"Are you okay, Golden Eyes?"

"It's nothing serious." Roy explained in broken Imperial dialect, and then looked stern - as the Dragonborn approached, streams of blue-grey gushed out from the remains of Mirmenir visible to the naked eye. The whirlwind, with a large number of ancient and mysterious runes piled into it, continued to fly into Frien's body!

The scene in front of the Dragon Language Stone Tablet in the Wild Waterfall Temple reappears again!

Frien stayed in place quietly, closed his eyes lightly, stretched his hands back, looking relaxed and enjoying himself.

It’s like embracing the power!

Balgruuf's words suddenly flashed through Roy's mind - only the Dragonborn can solve the dragon's core and truly kill it.

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

"I clearly ended it with my own hands, yet I was so seriously injured for it, and in the end I was making a wedding dress for Frien?" Roy wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, clenched his fists, and his heart surged. Unwilling to give up, "How can the template be ineffective against the dragon soul?"

As the unwilling emotion burst out in his chest.

The void crackled, scarlet arcs circulated, and a vivid **** octopus the size of a lion emerged. Its round, ball-like limbs shrank and expanded, and its dense arms and legs waved, and it suddenly wrapped around the dragon's head.

The translucent dragon soul was pulled out by the tentacles. It was much smaller than the corpse. It looked hazy and transparent in the sunlight. Instead of the arrogant cruelty and hostility in its eyes, it looked dull and lifeless.

It seems to have accepted its fate, giving up all struggle and resistance.

Two forces started a fierce battle for the dragon soul.

A force originated from the dragonborn, forcing the dragon soul to turn into runes and secret words, and inhaled it into the body.

The other came from the illusion of a **** octopus. Its tentacles wrapped around half of the dragon soul, and its suckers and large serrated mouths gnawed at the dragon soul, swallowing the fragments into its belly.

Irelles led the soldiers to move over cautiously, and saw two people standing quietly next to the dragon carcass.

Trapped in some strange state.

"Is the dragon not dead yet? What are they doing?"

"Quiet!" A trace of surprise and confusion flashed in Farenjia's eyes,

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

……

No more than ten seconds.

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

Roy swallowed one third, and the Dragonborn also absorbed one third.

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

The air around him seemed to be sucked out instantly. He couldn't breathe and was almost suffocated.

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

It is as if his behavior of devouring the dragon soul at this moment is against the entire world!

Even though he didn't look back, he clearly felt a pair of huge golden eyes appearing in the void behind him.

The eyes stared at them through the clouds. When the pupils turned to the Dragonborn, there was a recognition.

And when it turned to the witcher.

Warning!

Threat!

The sharp eyes were like steel needles piercing him, and severe pain enveloped him.

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

Every inch of his skin, every cell, trembled and twitched under this manipulation.

This sense of crisis.

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

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

Dragonborn absorbing the dragon soul was a deliberate arrangement by some superior being?

A clear understanding arose in his heart, and he continued to fight for the dragon soul with Frien. This hand would end his fate and make him irrecoverable!

That's enough.

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

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

Let’s start with Frien, whom He values ​​the most.

"Call—"

After taking a breath, Roy closed his eyes and relaxed his body.

After receiving some kind of instruction, the **** octopus decisively let go of the dragon soul and disappeared into the air.

The chaos in the template finally ended, and a description emerged clearly.

"You killed the legendary creature-the dragon Myrmenir. You swallowed part of the fragments of time. Your experience value is +5000. Demon Hunter lv12 (7300/12500). Your understanding of time has improved. Your The cooldown time of Unyielding Power·Strength has been reduced and is now 21 minutes...Your ancient blood is slightly affected, but it is not enough to produce a qualitative change."

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

What's going on?

……

In just a few seconds, the remaining dragon soul was absorbed by the Dragonborn, and every last bit of it was left!

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

In the pool of blood, only a huge and pale skeleton was left, entrenched on the ground like a lizard with wings.

Roy collected his emotions and observed the dragon bone attentively, keeping every detail of it in mind for deeper meditation and sublimation.

At the same time, he surrounded the dragon skeleton, groping lightly with his palms, and secretly wrapped up the rugged dragon bones and the delicate palm-sized dragon scales scattered on the ground.

Soon, he was pleasantly surprised to harvest a whole dragon tendon - more than five meters long, as thick as his forearm, with a light yellow body, tough and elastic to the touch.

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

The witcher accepted it decisively.

At this time, Frien opened his eyes, and his brown eyes turned into dragon-like golden vertical pupils for an instant, cold and majestic, full of 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 been slightly improved by one to two points, and will continue until digestion is complete.

"Guys...I, I have a little more in my head!"

"What's more, Frien? Why do you react to this big guy?" Wilkas, Farkas, Torva, and Avel kept looking at the slightly dazed man, "You Is he really the legendary Dragonborn?"

They couldn't imagine that the young boy who had been brutally tortured by them for more than ten days in a single duel actually had such a legendary and glorious identity?

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

Fake, right?

I am just an ordinary person, how could I be a Dragonborn?

Frien turned his eyes to the excited crowd and looked at the gray sky. His throat felt itchy for no reason. The itching was sudden and rapid and uncontrollable. At the same time, he began to get violently hot. He couldn't help but open his mouth and directed at The sky vents this power, like instinct!

"Vos!"

The majestic sound exploded!

Everyone was shocked.

I saw a circle of annular air flow pouring out of the Dragonborn's mouth and flying into the sky with an astonishing momentum as if it was going to shatter the sky!

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

The Farkas brothers gathered around the Dragonborn, touching here and there with their **** furry hands,

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

"Look at the difference in the body structure of the legendary dragonborn? Do you think there is no difference?" Farkas asked ostentatiously, "But this time we killed even the dragon, what should we kill next time?"

"A more powerful dragon!" Wilkes replied, "The Dragonborn is the leader anyway!"

On the other side, Avel suddenly knelt in front of the keel, his cheek muscles twitched, tears burst into his eyes, and he shouted as if to vent his anger!

"Meiwen, did you see that, 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, the Burning Olaf Festival is bullshit! Wow Woo!"

"Bless Talos, Kynaris, and Akai! The Dragonborn has been hiding in our team. The Dragonborn and I are fighting side by side!" Another soldier said excitedly, "It is destiny that Xueman will win. Dragon!"

"Come and kill one!"

Everyone's face turned red with excitement,

"From now on, we are dragon-slaying warriors!"

"It's not just the Dragonborn! This is also thanks to the Golden Eyes!" Avel wiped the tears on his face and looked at the demon hunter standing among the dragon bones with admiration. The latter shook his hand and stopped collecting. , "He knocked the dragon down from the sky and severely damaged it, so that we can finally slay the dragon!"

Roy swallowed back 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.

My three axes cannot kill this terrifying beast, but I may be killed by its dying counterattack!

"Well said! Don't just focus on the Dragonborn and Golden Eyes. This victory is the credit of all the participants, especially the sacrificed warriors - Kolulin, Gillis, Roberto, rest in peace!" Irelles turned around and looked around at the **** or charred corpses on the ground, and said sadly, "The great achievements of slaying dragons will allow your souls to enter Sognard, no, enter the Hall of Valor!"

In a dragon battle, forty-three people participated in the battle, and in the end only eighteen people were left, many of whom were slightly or seriously injured.

The death rate exceeds half, the losses must be heavy!

And the opponent is only the weakest dragon!

"I will show my merits to everyone when I get back. Every participant in the battle will receive heavy rewards from the lord!" Irelles looked at the ferocious dragon bones, "But now, take the corpses of your comrades alive and bury them. You deserve a decent burial, and then the keel can be transported back to Xueman as proof of honor!"

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

When Roy saw this, he couldn't help but admire him. The Nords were indeed naturally war-mad.

He also seizes the time to collect as many dragon bones and dragon scales as possible. Materials that can cut through blood and energy must be the highest quality materials!

The same was true for Farenjia. With a touch of his slender hand, a keel disappeared. He stared at Roy and asked in a low voice with a complex expression,

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

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

The latter could only sigh helplessly,

"In short, I have seen your performance. You took the greatest credit for killing the dragon. Without you, I don't know how many people would have to sacrifice, and I might not be able to survive!"

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

……

When the group of people returned to Xueman City, dusk was falling.

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 notify the relatives of the deceased, and some returned to the outpost to transport the dragon bones. No lord would foolishly leave the forged treasure in the wild and ignore it.

Irelles led Farenja, members of the Comrades Group, and Roy into Longlin Castle!

"You really did not disappoint me!"

"You have killed a giant dragon and recreated the feat of your ancestor Olaf! You have created a miracle!" Balgruuf walked anxiously with a giant ax on his back, his voice trembling slightly with excitement. His expression made him wish he could participate in it in person. , "You have saved the entire Xueman, I will reward you heavily!"

"Golden Eyes, Avel, and Frien, since you came to Snowrun, you have worked tirelessly for the dragon disaster. Now, I, the lord of Snowrun City, Balgruuf, hereby grant you three martial arts. As for the title of guard, from now on, you can recruit loyal guards in Xueman. If you don’t find one you like, you can come to me and I will assign them to you, but you have to pay for them yourself."

"There happen to be three vacant houses in the Zephyr District, and now they belong to you! In the house, I have 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 were breathing heavily and beaming with joy.

The luxurious double bed room in Xuemanling Center, the title of military guard that sounds very powerful.

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

But these rewards are not as good as the title of a dragon slayer!

Nords respect warriors.

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

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

It will definitely come in handy in the future!

What's more, the three of them and I are all staunch neutrals, and will not cause internal strife and chaos like the Zhan Kuang or the Gray Mane family!

"Wilkas, Farkas, Torva, thank you comrades for your help. I will send someone to the Mead Hall for the reward."

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

"By the way, we can exchange dragon-slaying techniques!"

After finishing speaking, the members of the comrades group left Longlin Fort, seemingly not wanting to stay any longer.

"Irelles, the pension of the brothers who died, plus 50% of the original plan, must be handed over to their families!"

"Lord, please be kind!"

"That's what they deserve. They sacrificed their lives for Xueman, and Xueman will not treat them badly!" Balgruf said sternly, "They are true warriors, and they will return their souls to the Hall of Valor."

As Balgruuf spoke, he bowed his head and stood quietly, and everyone followed him and observed two minutes of silence for the deceased.

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

"Sir," Farenja glanced at Frien, "He absorbed the dragon soul at the last moment and demonstrated the power of the dragon roar!"

"Okay, young boy...I knew you were not simple the first time I saw you." Balgruuf turned to Frien with a hint of admiration, "Then when you killed the dragon, there was Didn’t you hear some kind of call?”

"Summoning?" The Dragonborn rubbed the back of his head and recalled that when he returned to Xueman just now, just like the previous two times, he heard a thunderous roar again, which seemed to be pronounced-"Duwa Kein?"

"Yes, Duwaqin!"

"It seems correct," Balgruuf sat back on the throne, "Greybeard is summoning the Dragonborn."

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

"Who is Greybeard?" Frien 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 the power to a very small range. And these hermits are the Graybeards!" Balgruuf patiently explained, "They live in isolation at the highest point of the world's throat, Roaring Peak. I will give you a map later."

"Why did they summon me?"

"Don't you understand?" Balgruuf said sternly, "Dragonborn has a special talent. It can inject essence into Tum and release infinitely powerful dragon roars, so you can master dragon roars a hundred times faster. To ordinary people."

"They asked you to go there just to teach you how to use your talents." He emphasized, "Now the dragon has returned and attacked the people in my territory for no reason, and the dragonborn who quickly mastered the dragon roar is completely Hope of ending this dragon disaster."

"Greybeard has had his mission since ancient times, and you, Furion, as far as I know, the only dragonborn in hundreds of years since Tiber Septim, also have your mission!"

After hearing this, Frien was surprised and frightened at the same time, "Lord Balgruuf, are you exaggerating? You are talking about me as if I am a savior!"

He glanced at Roy in shame,

"But my fighting power is not as good as one-tenth of Golden Eyes!"

"Don't underestimate yourself. You are still young and have not yet fully explored your talents." Balgruuf comforted you. "After you have a good rest, I suggest that you leave for the High Roar Peak immediately. No one can refuse. The call of Greybeard is a rare honor."

A flash of memory flashed in his eyes, "But you have to be mentally prepared. You have to climb seven thousand steps. I also visited when I was young. I was so tired that I wasted several years. Return in vain."

"Then..." Frien hesitated for a while, then suddenly turned to look at Roy and Aweir, "Can I take a few people with me for training?"

When Roy heard this, he couldn't help but glance at Frien. This silly boy is quite interesting!

It's true that I gave you one-third of the dragon soul!

Unfortunately, I can only appreciate your kindness!

"I value love and justice, I read you right!" Balgruuf showed a kind smile, with admiration in his eyes, "As a dragonborn, you are naturally qualified to bring one or two people to listen. But you have to know what you are doing. , it is not necessarily a good thing for ordinary people to go to the Roaring Peak. I will say this."

"You must be tired from the hard battle with the dragon today..." Balgruuf glanced at the manager beside him, who immediately took out three keys from his arms and handed them to the three of them, "Open the door. You can see the property deed and bounty. Basic furniture is all available. ~IndoMTL.com~ If you need anything in the future, just let me know."

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

Avel and Frien both looked at Roy,

He nodded.

Focus on the loot package. A dragon battle, harvesting countless treasures - dragon bones, dragon scales, dragon tendons, dragon souls, and most importantly, dragon blood essence that filled half the space.

Mage blood essence (coral), high-level vampire blood essence (Grufide), and other supplementary materials have been processed and are lying quietly waiting to be used.

The formula for the tempering elixir given to him by Master Mirror clearly appeared in his mind, and the steps passed before his eyes.

It’s time to start refining the elixir and enhance the ancient blood!

"Coral, Letso, Ciri, Geralt, Triss... everyone just wait,"

"I'll be back soon!"