The Divine Hunter

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Freen was swept away by this terrifying look, his blood seemed to be frozen, and his body suddenly couldn't obey, and he couldn't even move a finger.

The dragon opened its mouth, and the dense bone spurs on its upper and lower jaws stretched out, revealing scarlet gums and a row of fiercely interlaced sharp teeth, suffocating death.

The turbulent air flowed out of the pitch-black throat.

"especially…"

The deafening roar poured into the stone tower through this huge hole, and the tower was shaking!

"Tosu—"

Orange-yellow, scorching hot, the continuous dragon-fire breath quickly melted the row of rocks behind the hole into mud.

But the two targets disappeared.

Pulled by a soft but irresistible force, Freen involuntarily rose up into the air and hid behind the wall, avoiding the deadly fire breath.

After that, the mysterious man who woke up loosened his shoulders, and the hemp rope on his wrist broke unknowingly. He stared at the melted wall of the hole and said another sentence.

The tone was strange and unfamiliar, something that the country boy Frinn had never heard of.

"Thanks, man!" Freen was shaking with excitement and fear. "You saved my life!"

However, the man shook his head blankly.

He also didn't understand.

"You two, now is not the time to reminisce about the old days, jump over, you first!" Larov stood in front of the hole and looked around, devastated.

The only safe landing spot was the hotel below. The original thatched roof had probably been blown away by the dragon, revealing a few gray chairs and a wooden box on the second floor.

After trotting with energy, the two men jumped.

"Pfft!"

Freen rolled on the ground in embarrassment.

And that mysterious man touched the ground lightly with his limbs like a cat,

Unloading the shock, he quickly stood up with his slender body, with a balanced and elegant posture, revealing his superhuman physique.

Drilling out of the hole in the hotel floor, the two returned to the outdoors.

Larov disappeared.

On the contrary, Hadawa, the clerk who read the prisoner's name before, appeared in the field of vision, holding a long sword, guarding in front of a dilapidated house.

And the terrifying black dragon was crawling on the ground dozens of meters away, breathing dragon's breath to its heart's content. The house, humans, and everything around it turned to ashes in the flames, and it was creating a sea of ​​fire and purgatory.

"Two unlucky ghosts, you don't want to die, hurry up and follow!" Hadawa noticed the two guests behind him, and greeted unexpectedly, without any hostility on his face, he didn't seem to regard them as death row prisoners at all, and he didn't worry about being attacked on his back. attack.

That mysterious man, Roy who had just woken up, stared at the behemoth occupying the center of the town.

Alduin

age:?

Identity: Dragon, ?

life:?

Magic: ?

Attributes:?

Skill:

Dragon Roar? : A special magic involving one's own soul, rhythm, resonance, and time.

Included - Dragon Storm Call: Roar into the sky, shout into the clouds, wake up the sky with lightning, thunder, storms, or meteors.

Unrelenting: Your voice is the raw force, pushing away anything that gets in your way.

Flame Breath: Inhale air, exhale flame, and the "sound" becomes hellfire.

...

? ?

...

What the hell is this monster!

"Where did those great masters take me after they killed me? How come there are giant dragons in this place?"

"Coral, Geralt, Triss, Ciri... Are you all okay?"

Infinite questions and worries flooded my mind.

Roy tried to teleport back to Golfing for the first time.

However, the teleportation ability, which had been tried and tested in the past, rarely failed this time. He could only vaguely sense the existence of Golphin and make sure that she was still alive, but there seemed to be a thick layer of fog between them.

Everything becomes blurry.

"The language this guy spoke just now doesn't seem to be Northern, and it's definitely not Nilfgaardian, ancient language... Could it be..."

But he couldn't bear to think too much.

The simple-looking boy grabbed his arm and followed Hadawa's ass.

When Roy was half asleep, he felt that this guy seemed to save his life, so he didn't resist.

As soon as it comes, let it be safe, let's figure out the situation first.

An imperial soldier, plus two unlucky ghosts who were inexplicably involved in the field, quickly passed from behind the burning huts along the wall that wrapped the town of Holy Land.

"God, aren't these soldiers dying?" Freen swept away casually, and one after another, the soldiers of the empire were not afraid to die and fired at the huge dragon that was lifted into the air.

The dense rain of arrows fell on the dragon, but it was like a tickling, and the skin was not broken.

The raging flames from the sky instantly burned them to coke.

Roy was also looking at the terrifying creature.

Thinking about whether the blood qi cut can cut the dragon scales and cut off the keel.

How much more damage can Gabriel do to it?

But in any case, just from the question mark in the circle, I am afraid that even if I meet this "Alduin", there will be no scum left!

The Golden Dragon Velentretames that I remembered was absolutely incomparable to this thing in terms of power.

Although he needs to refine and temper the elixir to evolve the blood of the ancients and transcend the shackles of space, and the blood of the warlock and high-level vampires required for the elixir is all, it is only a matter of dragon blood, but this kind of juncture should never take the initiative. To attract the attention of the giant beast, he has to think long-term.

Freen stared at Hadawa's back breathlessly and asked, "Why is this... dragon doing this? Killing civilians and burning homes."

"Maybe it's going to save Ulfric... There is some kind of connection or connection between it and Ulfric?" Hadava replied without hesitation. "After all, both exist to destroy the order."

The rampant dragon flaps its wings of destruction in the sky, constantly casting the flames of death, and the town is ablaze.

The three of them ran to the other end of the town without any risk.

It happened to meet Larov in the middle of the road, who was in a storm cloak with a battle axe on guard.

"We're going to run, Hadawa!" he defiantly defiantly, "don't try to catch us this time!"

The secretary retorted, but did not stop him, "Then bless you all being sent to Valhalla by this dragon!"

"Two boys, don't stand there foolishly!" Larov hooked at them, "You want to go with this imperial soldier who chopped your head off not long ago, or with me?"

Actually Hadawa people are not bad.

Freen said in his heart, he could feel that the secretary had no ill will towards him.

But it has to be said that he quite minds the female officer in his heart, and instinctively rejects the company of those ruthless people who confuse black and white.

And the storm cloak, at least there are impassioned warriors who see death as their home!

Frien gritted his teeth, gave Roy a look, and both followed Larov and fled into a strong fortress.

...

The fortress hall was empty, except for a few dilapidated wooden tables and a few corpses, there was only a prison surrounded by iron fences.

"See you in Valhalla, brother."

Larov closed his eyes solemnly for a dead Stormcloak soldier and sighed,

"It seems that only the three of us escaped."

"Where's Lord Ulfric?" Frinn asked.

"Lord, he is the son of God's choice, Jiren has a natural appearance, and he will definitely escape safely!" Larov said comfortingly, "Speaking of which, I didn't expect you to leave this guy who had been asleep for a long time intact. brought here."

His deep eyes swept across the two of them, especially staying on Roy for a moment. Of course, it wasn't because of his handsome face-his strange-colored iris, calm expression, and upright posture all showed that he was by no means an ordinary person. people.

The first impression is inexplicably good.

In addition, the blue chainmail on his body, which was broken into several petals, was inlaid with a three-lion emblem on a blue background.

Larov couldn't remember which lord had a coat of arms like this.

"Actually he saved my life just now!" Freen glanced at the man next to him gratefully, "You may not believe it, I hadn't seen him before today. His accent sounded unfamiliar, not like Someone from Skyrim."

Roy noticed the curious eyes of the two, and casually said hello in Nilfgaardian in ancient language and northern language.

“ceádmil…”

Larov and Frien exchanged glances and shook their heads helplessly.

"It's completely different from the imperial language, maybe it's a dialect of another race?"

"The language of the Redguards, Yalongs, elves, and tigers is different." Larov shook his head. "Looks... um, a little handsome and handsome like me when I was young, and a little 'exotic'."

"Look, this group of imperial soldiers is outrageously blind, not only do they not distinguish right from wrong, but they also treat such a foreigner as a storm cloak."

Roy was also looking at the two seriously for the first time.

Freen

Age: 18

Status: Farmer

Life: 90

Attributes:

Strength: 8

Constitution: 9

Agility: 6

Perception: 5

Will: 6

Charisma: 6

Spirit: 6

Skill:

Dragonborn:?

Cold Resistance (Passive): Nords are inherently resistant to cold weather and even frost magic.

Constellation Blessing—Lady Constellation (Passive): People born in the season of Ladies Constellation, Hearthfire Moon (September), are friendly and tough, have endurance, +1 physique, +1 will.

...

what's the situation? This kid is really a peasant, and his attributes are almost as good as those of an elite soldier, and he also has so many special skills.

Roy has been in the north for two years, and he has never seen such a powerful "peasant".

As for Ralof, he also has cold resistance and a few more abilities...

Constellation Blessing - Lord Constellation (Passive): People born in the first bud month (March) are born with stronger physique, healthier, physique +1, more difficult to be injured than ordinary people, and the injury recovery speed is increased by 20% .

Battle Howling (Passive): The battle-hardened Nords have awakened innate abilities, which can boost morale by roaring and make warhorses flee in fright!

Basic Swordsmanship lv4: Proficiency in eight basic swordsmanship, three swordholding techniques, four offensive postures, nine defensive postures, and twenty-four essentials of sword use. Barely a veteran.

Forging lv7, riding lv5.

But Larov does not have the "Dragonborn" skill whose effect is unknown.

Is there any connection between the unique dragonborn skill and the giant dragon just now?

Roy thought about it,

Maybe this peasant kid named Freen was a little out of the ordinary.

"Don't worry about it so much, the crisis has not been resolved, leave Holy Land Town completely!"

Larov may have a talent for a crow's mouth. As soon as he said the words, a closed iron gate on the wall of the fortress suddenly rose, and two imperial soldiers swarmed. Eyes spit fire a fierce look like to kill.

"Sinner of the Stormcloak, take your life!"

"Bless Talos, hold your weapon tightly, and kill all the lackeys of the empire!"

Larov shouted and wielded his long sword to fight with the female officer. Even if the latter was dressed like a tin bucket, he was not afraid at all.

Another Imperial soldier went straight past the captain's target, slashing his sword towards Freen's shoulder.

There is nothing in Freen's hand, where is there a weapon to hold? A trace of fear flashed in his eyes, he instinctively rolled to the ground, dodged the sword in embarrassment, and then got up, he saw a bright and delicate long sword suddenly emerge from the hand of the new "brother".

He leaped forward like lightning and collided with the Imperial soldiers.

The two swords were intertwined in the air, sparks flying everywhere.

Roy stepped forward, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands to give a diagonal force to relieve the force of the head-on slashing towards the collarbone, and at the same time, he raised the sword tip on his wrist and poked the soldier's neck.

The latter's expression changed and he took a half step back.

There's nothing wrong with his way of coping.

However, his reaction was a little slower.

"Pfft..."

Guvisher brought out a smear of red blood.

Blood spurted from the opening in the Imperial soldier's neck, staining his chin red and the gray-brown leather armor on his chest, and he shivered back and took a step back, clutching his neck and widening his eyes as he knelt forward.

Kill Fruze, experience +40, witcher lv12 (740/12500)

Roy shook his wrist and threw away the blood, and there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

Ordinary people, the experience value has doubled compared to the memory, and his swordsmanship is quite solid. If it is not that his attributes are too weaker than his own, and he can't react in time, he will not be defeated so quickly.

Frien next to him was surprised that his chin was about to fall to the ground. This man with thin skin and tender flesh was actually a powerful swordsman?

The situation in the field instantly turned into a three-on-one situation. Freen picked up the imperial soldier's long sword, and then spun around like ants on the hot pot. He was not at all skilled in swordsmanship, so how could he get in.

And Roy didn't shoot rashly, he glanced quietly.

Larov and the female officer faced off with a long sword, hitting the opponent's defenses with precision, with dazzling feints mixed in, but the two's body posture, footsteps, and rhythm of swinging their weapons were full of a rustic beauty.

Attack carefully and discreetly - pierce gracefully, slash powerfully.

Defensively.

Everything is just right, and both of them are adjusting themselves according to the opponent's movements anytime and anywhere, so that they are in the most favorable position.

They are like two great tacticians.

But Roy has an obvious intuition. The swordsmanship of these two is more complex and profound than the five basics that he has practiced hard.

And there must be another more advanced swordsmanship system on top of this.

"Shh!"

Larov entangled with the female officer's long sword.

Roy slashed at the back of her neck with a sword.

The female officer roared abruptly, and the loud roar was filled with a chilling magic, which made people think of bloodthirsty beasts such as jackals and cheetahs.

Larov moved slowly.

However, Roy's extraordinary will was not affected at all,

The sword light swept across the air, and the female officer snorted and fell head-on.

The blood on the back of the neck stained the ground red.

Kill..., EXP +40, Witcher lv12 (780/12500)

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"Your Excellency is good, it's not like this kid is not good at it! Your sword... the forging process is a bit... hiss - where did you pick it up, can you lend me a look? Sorry, I forgot that you don't understand ."

"Well, thank you...it's a sword that is as sharp as iron," Larov held the hilt in one hand and rubbed the blade, cross guard, hilt, and round head of the ancient Vihir with one hand, looking at the delicate star-shaped The rune, and the pattern like auspicious clouds, "Tsk tsk, this is definitely not the casting process of Skyrim Province, is it soft core plus hard blade, multiple layers of soft core parts and hard steel as the blade. There are more than one enchantment... Did you see General Tullius' corpse and pick up his saber? Anyway, put it away, lucky guy!"

Larov threw back the sword, squatted down, took out a money bag from the imperial soldier, put it in his arms, and poured into the iron gate.

Flynn's face was slightly embarrassed.

Fortunately, the new friend didn't ridicule his lame performance, but smiled comfortingly at him.

Roy swiped across the female officer.

That sturdy set of plate armor disappeared in an instant... In this completely unfamiliar place, it's always right to save some valuables.

Then the three of them walked all the way through the tunnel of the tower.

There were seven or eight Imperial soldiers who were blocking the road, and several storm cloaks were seen.

During this period, Roy rarely shot, or solved the battle with a long sword neatly.

Never used the seal and the crossbow,

He didn't want to reveal too much until the situation became clear.

Through continuous observation, he has found a lot that the hostile storm cloak and the imperial soldiers actually belong to the Nords, and have the same "racial talents": cold resistance, battle howls, and constellation blessings, and their basic physical fitness is better than his. The adult males that I have known before are much stronger.

At present, he has seen a total of four kinds of blessings: warrior constellation, lady constellation, warhorse constellation, and lord constellation. Corresponding to different constellation blessings, the specific effects are generally to make people have stronger melee attributes and faster weapon mastering ability.

Roy is very interested in this. What kind of place can make humans have such powerful talents from birth?

During this short period of resistance, the little sheep-like Freen also took up arms under the threat of Larov.

"Don't let any of the Imperial soldiers go!"

"You don't kill them? Very well, they want to use your head as a chamber pot!"

"There are two strengths, but no rules."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know how to swing a sword, treat them as vegetables in the field, and your sword is your hoe for farming! This just fits an offensive stance!"

"Quickly loosen the soil!"

The three of them fought and advanced, and their bodies were more or less stained with blood. After a quarter of an hour, they sneaked away from the butt of a sleeping grizzly bear, and finally left the dark underground and saw the sun again!