The Divine Hunter Chapter 9: The bet of the imperial flag mare

Two thousand experience points? Less than half of what he currently has.

Roy hesitated for only a second.

Confirm!

Shua—

Witcher lv12 (5400→3400/12500)

In an instant, a massive amount of unprecedented and wonderful information flooded into his mind——

Dragon roar, originally a magic exclusive to giant dragons, resonates with the earth beneath its feet through dragon language, stimulating the power of the earth bones (the remains of the creator), producing various incredible effects.

Ordinary people can use meditation to sublimate their souls through long and rigorous training, allowing them to temporarily move closer to the dragon, and then call upon the power of the earth bones.

However, ordinary people do not have dragon souls, and it is extremely difficult to learn dragon roars. Often throughout their lives, they can only roughly master one or two simple dragon roars.

Unbreakable Power is the most basic dragon roar.

Contains three Draconic words:

You get Fus from the Dragon Word Tablet,

You heard Ro and Dah from the dragon Alduin in Holy Land Town,

The three words represent strength, balance, and push respectively. When combined, they can push away all obstacles in front of them.

Meditation methods…

How to inspire...

……

"Golden Eyes, Golden Eyes, what's wrong with you?"

A voice woke up Roy, whose head was as big as a bucket.

Frien asked nervously, "Did you see anything just now?"

After listening to Avel's translation, Roy glanced at the dragonborn with a complicated expression, and simply nodded in recognition.

"I'm just telling you! How could I be the only one who saw those characters!" Frien breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on his lips, "The content recorded on this mural is the powerful ghoul. The power of protection."

"Dragon language magic, dragon roar... I remember that the black dragon in Holy Land Town once made this sound..." He cleared his throat and shouted, "Vosloda!"

Immediately, a weak stream of air brushed their cheeks.

"Cough, cough...I feel like there's something missing...I can't release it successfully!" Frien rubbed his temples awkwardly, his eyes dizzy, "A lot of new things have come into my mind, I need some time to digest them. ”

"Vosloda!" Roy roared not to be outdone.

However, except for the airflow from his mouth, the earth and space ignored him, and he lacked the crucial step of sublimating his soul.

The power is not comparable to the fur of Alder's seal.

"Wait, why can't I understand what you are saying?" Avel walked to the stone tablet and gently touched the lightning-like characters with a surprised look on his face, "Why do you all see things, but I don't?" Don’t know anything? Is this bunch of letters with unknown meaning the power to defeat the dragon?”

"Good question..." Roy sighed. He spent a full two thousand experience points before he could barely remember and understand the meaning of dragon language, and he was far away from learning it.

And why did Frien absorb the characters on the Dragon Language Stone Tablet without any guidance?

The vision of the character blooming with light and integrating into his body at the beginning also shows that he is no ordinary human being.

Dragonborn, does it mean the descendant of the dragon?

Roy was thoughtful.

He has some similarities with the dragon. Is it the inheritance of blood or soul?

"Dragonborn, Dragon Roar...Avel, didn't you say that you often explore ancient ruins? Have you ever understood these two terms?" Roy asked through telepathy.

Avel’s slender eyebrows were twisted and he was thinking hard.

"This is a very ancient legend. Thousands of years ago, when the dragons were still active, the dragonborn would kill them and take away their abilities." Avilfo slapped his head heartily,

"Yes, that corpse ghost's roar that shattered your spell just now seems to be called a dragon's roar!"

"I heard, just heard, that only dragonborn can master dragon roar!"

Roy looked at Frien in surprise, until he saw that the latter felt guilty for no reason.

It turns out that this guy has such a legendary identity, Dragonborn, Dragon Slayer, and Successor of Dragon Roar.

Maybe his plan to obtain dragon blood essence fell on him!

……

Avel's eyes turned to the two of them, thoughtfully, and was about to speak.

But the demon hunter ordered him to shut up.

Then the three of them cleaned the entire stele room again and found several locked storage boxes. Roy originally planned to split the locks with a sword.

But he was stopped by Avel, claiming that after some locks were forcibly broken by external forces, the treasures in the box would also be damaged.

Avel showed off his skills. He turned the wire-like lock pick in his hand and easily unlocked it.

The three of them harvested more than a hundred gold coins, plus a small soul stone. The gold coins were divided equally between Avel and Frien, and the most valuable soul stone went to Roy.

In this way, during this trip to the temple, he has already harvested three small soul stones, which he keeps for his own use... plus four hundred gold coins, which is enough to spend at the court mage.

Following the stone door on the right side of the cave and leaving the cave smoothly, the three of them returned to the outdoor hillside.

The sky has just broken, and the cool morning breeze is caressing, making people feel refreshed and refreshed.

Unconsciously, they had stayed in the temple for a day and a night.

"With the Dragon Stone in hand, it's time to return to Snowman and report to Farenja," Frien took a deep breath and smiled heartily, "Sir Avel, let's say goodbye."

"I have nothing to do anyway..." Avel rubbed the steel sword at his waist and glanced at Roy with awe, "How about we go back to Xueman with you two?"

Frien suppressed his smile and exchanged a look with Roy.

The latter pretended to think about it for a while and nodded.

"Let's go then! After all, we have fought side by side, let's go back and have a drink!"

……

Longlin Castle, enchantment room.

"The two worthy warriors who escaped from the dragon's disaster... got the things in just one day. Of course, I am also grateful to this friend of Aweil who extended a helping hand." Farenja Secret Fire looked at it. Dragon stone covered with complicated and mysterious patterns, "I will report to Lord Balgruuf later. As promised, the two of you will be qualified to buy a house in Xueman, but the houses in the city are not cheap."

"By the way, Lord Golden Eyes, after analyzing the soul stone you sold me last time, I found that it was not a small soul stone, but a black soul stone that can be used repeatedly. It is worth six hundred gold coins. I have to give it back. Five hundred gold coins for you."

The mage generously stuffed a bag into the palm of the demon hunter's hand.

"Your Excellency, Master Mage," Avel Translator said, "What is the use of this dragon stone? How do you plan to use it to deal with the dragon?"

"There is no concrete conclusion yet, so I have to hurry up and decipher its secrets. There is another partner who has not arrived yet."

"What happened to the corpses in the temple? Why did they suddenly resurrect?" Frien asked in confusion. Just now in front of Xueman City, he heard the strange call again, coming from the southeast. The vast peak.

"I only know a rough idea, not very sure." Farenjia thought for a while and told the truth: "A long time ago, there was a Dragon Worship Cult that worshiped giant dragons and ruled the Skyrim Province."

This is easy to understand. In a world where the weak eat the strong, the weak among humans are always prone to worship the strong.

"But the dragons were too cruel and killed many innocent people, arousing strong resistance from humans. Later, the dragonborn among the Nords led their compatriots to launch a heroic battle and successfully drove out almost all the dragons."

"But before the dragon became extinct, the Dragon Cult priests used antiseptic tools to process a large number of believers. Their souls were bound in their bodies and connected to the dragon they believed in. According to their teachings, when the dragon returns , this group of sleeping believers will be resurrected and become undead."

"The destruction of Holy Land Town is a sign of the return of the dragon."

"No wonder..." Both Roy and Frien suddenly realized that Alduin showed up in Holy Land Town, so the corpses in the Desolate Waterfall Temple were resurrected!

"Then what is the identity of the Nord ghoul overlord at the end?"

"I don't know about this, I need to spend time researching it." Farenjia shook his head, "Now, it's the so-called balance between work and rest. I suggest you go to Chiqi Mare Inn to have a few drinks and book a few rooms. , take a nice hot bath and do something you love..."

"Wait a few days and come back."

……

In the wilderness area of ​​Xueman City, the Chiqi Mare Inn.

The layout of the inn lobby is full of Nordic rugged style.

A bonfire burned brightly in the center, and the white ivory candlesticks on the ceiling swayed gently.

The witcher glanced at everyone in front of the bar counter - the firelight illuminated the residents of Xueman who came to get drunk around the bonfire. There were men and women, most of them wearing cloaks and strong leather armor of a certain age.

The Nords have a strong martial spirit. Even the drinkers have more or less mastered one or two combat skills, and their average attributes can reach seven points, which is higher than that of civilians in another world.

Some were sitting on the ground, some were standing under the wooden pillars supporting the ceiling, and some were tightly gathered in a semicircle, toasting and celebrating each other.

The white wine soaked the men's thick beards and fell to the ground.

The smell of wine with the sweet aroma of honey filled the hall, making people intoxicated.

And a few scattered women followed the magnetic singing voice of the bard Milkay,

To the melody of "The Warring Years".

Twist your body freely and vent your emotions to your heart's content.

The witcher noticed that the instrument played by the poet was exactly the same as the lute, the most widely circulated instrument in the world.

Art indeed has something in common that transcends time and space.

"Huh... feel good!" Frien picked up the wine bottle and took a sip of the amber wine, looking away from the chest of the landlady who showed off her curvy figure in tight cloth.

A blush appeared on his simple face, and his mind was filled with dragon language. The bulging feeling finally subsided a little. At the same time, his mood became more active, and he couldn't help but speak his heartfelt words to the people around him.

"Brother Golden Eyes, we have escaped the black dragon together, killed the undead, and have a life-long friendship, but my understanding of you is really limited. Apart from knowing that you are very skilled, I know nothing else. …For example, where are you from?”

The dragonborn stared at the witcher, who moved his lips a few times.

Avel took off his hat and wiped the hot sweat from his face.

"He said he came from a country other than Tamriel..."

"How do you know?"

"Believe it or not, I have some talent in language, and I can roughly guess his semantics. I happened to have a chat with him about this issue."

Roy nodded very cooperatively.

Frien's eyes widened immediately. Things should be done on a first-come, first-served basis. This guy came so many days late, but he knew Golden Eyes better than himself, and a trace of unwillingness appeared on his face.

“If it’s not Tamriel, then where is it? Akavia, the homeland of the Redguards, Yokuda?”

"None of them... He comes from a place called... um... Novigrad." Avel also had a hint of surprise in his eyes. "It's more prosperous than Snowrun City. There is a huge port over there. Dozens of large ships come and go every day, handling cargo."

"Let me tell you, with Golden Eye's demeanor, he definitely didn't come from a small country place. So what did he do before? Ask me, man."

Avel tasted the soft baked potatoes on the plate, "He said that he used to be a mercenary who specializes in accepting commissions, such as killing monsters, solving puzzles, and part-time... well, running an orphanage. Unfortunately, he was assassinated by the same kind during a commission and was exiled to Skyrim Province. Skyrim Province is far away from his hometown, and his return is far away."

"Sorry, Golden Eyes, I didn't know that your experience was so rough." Frien sighed, "But the orphanage is really cool! Like me, if I can support myself and my future wife and children, then Thank God!"

"What about you, is it possible that you are an orphan?" Avel asked.

Frien took another sip of ale, "I was born in Cyrodiil, the capital of the empire, in the south of Skyrim. Later, after my parents died, I returned to Skyrim to pay homage to my hometown. After all, I am also a Nord. , who would have thought that he would have been here for four years without realizing it, but he still has achieved nothing. He is just a miserable vagabond. He never expected that he would be suddenly caught by imperial soldiers as a rebel that day."

A smile appeared on the corner of Frien's mouth,

"I should thank them. If it hadn't been for that sudden crisis, I wouldn't have met the Golden Eye Brothers and experienced such an exciting adventure!"

"Let's drink together, to the soldiers of the empire!"

Bang!

Three wine bottles collided, the wine splashed, and the three of them drank half of the bottle.

"It's your turn, Avel..." Frien wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, "What prompted you to enter a dangerous place like the Wild Waterfall Temple? Although you are good at it, if you act alone, you will have to tie your head. On the pants!"

"In fact, there were other companions who went on the expedition together, but they were all killed by bandits and Nord undead..." Avel touched the short beard on his upper lip, with dark eyes, and a sense of sadness all over his body, "As for why Take risks——"

"I promised one person that I would find the power to defeat the dragon and prove to her..."

"Unfortunately, now it seems that I am not that material. Both of you can see some tricks from that stone tablet, but I am the only one who acts like a fool. I am destined to miss Longhou!"

Roy sighed. He had not yet understood Dragon Roar himself, let alone helping others.

As for Frien, as a dragonborn, although he can absorb runes, he has to spend time to understand the knowledge in his mind.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a rough and tough hand covered with black hair was placed on the bar in front of several people.

A man with typical Nordic strong features, his chin beard tied into a horn braid with a rubber band, and his blond hair tied behind his head suddenly asked loudly and spitted,

"What did you say about respecting the empire just now? Are you supporters of the empire?"

As he spoke, his body swayed.

"That's enough, Joe Zhan Kuang. If you drink too much, go home and lie down. Don't harass my guests." Hulda, the innkeeper's wife in an apron in front of the wine cabinet, immediately put her hands on her hips and glared at him.

"I'll just ask a few questions!"

"Your Excellency, actually, we are not on the side of the empire." Frien wiped the saliva from his face with his right palm and looked at him with a polite indifference,

"So you support the Stormcloak rebels!" Joe Zhan Kuang's face became stern, his expression became fierce, and the dry bottle in his hand pushed Frien's chest provocatively.

"It seems you hate the Stormcloaks... We don't agree with them either! We don't help each other and remain neutral!" Avel conveyed to Roy,

He is not a Nord, and has no interest in intervening in this civil war unless it is absolutely necessary.

In fact, he hates Thalmor who stirs up dissension even more.

"Yes, we are not helping each other," Frien stood up. "I have the same view as Lord Balgruf. Is this not Snowrun City? Do you want to force us to change our minds?"

"Breathe...breathe...neutral, that's all." Qiao Tu shook his head angrily and glanced at their faces before he said belatedly, "You escaped from the Dragon Suppression Disaster in the Holy Land. Well, obviously you have never heard of the name of the Zhan Kuang family, and you lack the most basic respect for this great family. I don’t like your attitude, and I have to teach you better! Do you dare to have a drinking contest with me!"

"Are you going to challenge the three of us alone?" Avel asked slyly,

"If you, as Nords, will not feel ashamed for bullying others, then I agree." Joe Zhan Kuang frowned and glanced at the three of them slowly.

"Forget it, let's let our boss compete in person..." Avel pushed the eager Dragonborn onto the chair, "I just stretched my muscles and bones not long ago, now it's time to moisten my stomach."

Roy walked up to the Nord man who smelled of alcohol and smiled at him.

"But there must be some luck in the competition, people from the Zhan Kuang family."

"Of course. If I lose, I will agree to any of your conditions within my power. Our family is quite thin in Xueman City. But if this Golden Eye loses, hum!"

"From now on, every time I see people from the Zhan Kuang family, I must bow and salute!" He waved his hand proudly, "Of course, no matter whether I win or lose, the money for the drinks will be charged to my account!"

Roy nodded calmly.

Next, a handsome young man with black hair and golden eyes, and a burly man with rough cheeks sat in front of the bar. Avel, who was full of confidence, and the slightly uneasy Dragonborn, with their hands clasped in front of their chests, sat down at the bar. Stand behind them.

There were also a few slightly drunk drinkers who stretched their necks and watched with smiles on their lips.

Qiao nodded to Hulda, the charming landlady, and a row of wine bottles quickly piled up in front of them, Alto, Nord mead, malt wine...

"Bang!" Joe Zhan Kuang's originally slightly confused eyes suddenly became clear, as if he had woken up from his drunken state, "Hulda, for such a grand competition, you are reluctant to bring out some brandy and black thorns, thinking that I don't have any. Money?"

"I remember you still have a bottle of Argonian Malt Bar in your collection?"

“Nonsense!” the landlady said perfunctorily with her hands folded across her chest, “Open your eyes wide and take a look! I have already prepared the best wine for guests!”

"Then we'll have to accept it reluctantly." Joe smiled provocatively at Roy and said in a victor's tone, "Boy, don't show off if you can't stand it anymore!"

"If you go crazy with alcohol, I'll be rude to you!"

Roy is still laughing.

His physique is twice that of this guy.

He also reserves an "activation" and is full of confidence!

"You two...burp...don't be too busy drinking..."

Suddenly, a hoarse and lazy voice interrupted the game.

"I am Sam Gunwari, a wine lover, how about joining me in such an interesting competition?" The visitor has a black slicked back hair, is tall, and is dressed simply and plainly. He looks like a mage or The attire of a scholar.

He smiled charmingly, with a hint of cynicism in his laughter,

"The three of us will compete in drinking. If whoever wins, how about I reward him with an enchanted sword? I don't want anything else. If I win, I'll just have fun."

"Shua—"

The candlelight in the inn revealed a bright long sword with a cross guard and a scarlet gem inlaid on the handle. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wings and the delicate runes shone brightly.

A name with unknown meaning is engraved on the hilt of the sword.

However, Roy hadn't had time to observe yet.

As soon as the man closed his palms, the sword disappeared into the air again.

"Such a sword, falling into the hands of a weak mage like you~IndoMTL.com~ is simply a waste!" Qiao glanced at the man's skinny body, shook his head in disdain, and then ignited a blazing flame, "Your prize , I accepted it with a smile. I agreed to the challenge, what do you think of this golden eye?"

Avel translated it again.

Roy glanced at the "intruder"——

A thirty-six-year-old mage, but his magical attainments are much lower than Farenjia.

A strange, alcoholic mage.

He nodded.

"Boom!" Sam smiled happily and sat on the high stool to the right of Roy. He knocked on the table and the landlady immediately brought a row of drinks.

"Then you two... let's drink this wine together!" The man picked up a bottle of malt wine.

In his indulgent smile.

This drinking contest has begun!