The Divine Hunter

The soft blue morning light enveloped the tranquil Ximu town.

Farmland and logging farms are deserted.

Most of the townspeople were still asleep.

Frien and Roy had already finished their hearty breakfast of meat and wine.

The witcher thought that he would start a new life in a different world in Ximu Town, but Frien used "sign language" for a long time and asked him to accompany him on a long trip, just as he was looking for a suitable "mount" to solve the language barrier question, it should be down.

Unless absolutely necessary, he cannot domesticate the law-abiding people in Ximu Town.

The two put on the tawny fur armor and leather boots, tattered horn helmets, and curled-edged swords, which were presented as a friendly gift by the sawmill owner Golduo, and left the town along the edge of the town. Follow the Northern Official Road to Xueman City.

The landscape of the entire plain gradually unfolded before our eyes.

Streamwood Town and Snowman City are located in the southern part of Skyrim Province.

The climate is warmer than the north that Roy is familiar with, and the fields are lush with lush shrubs, beautiful lavender flowers, spiky grass with long and narrow white leaves, and lavender like purple-blue wheat ears swaying in the wind.

Flowers are blooming, weeds are creeping, and from time to time, a clear stream can be seen flowing through the yellowish mud, mud crabs roaming the pebbles, and Nirngen stretches its bright green leaves against the water's shore.

The fox hiding behind the stone occasionally stuck his head out and glanced at the two people walking side by side, as if he was a big idiot talking about where he came from, and then chirped, enjoying himself on the plain.

"If Skyrim didn't have the infighting between the Empire and the Stormcloak, it would be great without the invasion of giant dragons..." Freen rarely met such an excellent audience, and vented his thoughts to his heart's content, "I can find a way to stay in Snowman Collar and enjoy It has a pleasant climate that is almost like spring all year round.”

He said worriedly,

"After all, I'm eighteen years old. It's time to find a woman to marry and settle down. If I continue to wander, I'm destined to be single for life."

"Golden-eyed brother, I can tell at a glance that you must be single and haven't tasted the taste of a woman yet?"

Roy couldn't understand imperial language at all, so he could only nod his head pretending to understand.

The other party obviously enjoyed the atmosphere of talking to himself.

"When we have a chance, let's go to the pub and try it together?"

"By the way, you are the most skilled man I've ever seen. You can take down an imperial soldier with three moves and two moves... Although Larov has a big mouth, he is definitely not as good as you when it comes to actual combat!"

"If you have this kind of skill, if you have a darker skin, you'll look like a Redguard from Hammerfall."

"Um?"

"The Redguard's melee combat ability is not weaker than our Nords, and they are extremely good at using swords. It seems that there is a strong inheritance of swordsmanship..."

Roy couldn't help but glanced at the talkative Dragonborn, with two words in his pupils.

"In short, I can't repay the life-saving grace. I will find a way to make you stand firm in the sky! To be precise, we will cooperate and strive for the right to buy a house in Xueman City!"

"Maybe bring the news to Lord Balgruuf, and he will reward us generously!"

...

In the intermittent one-sided chat.

The sun gradually rose above the two of them.

Not far from this straight official road, a magnificent city appeared, built on a stone mountain.

The faint golden light sprinkled by the sky covered it with a gauze, and the ancient city wall stood proudly in the clear light, full of tranquility and vitality.

But in terms of the level of sophistication, it is completely incomparable to the cities of Vizima and Orsenfurt built on the elven ruins.

Holy Land Town, Ximu Town, and Xueman City, where the two of them are about to arrive, are rough and primitive compared to the buildings in the previous world.

At the foot of the city hill, among the green grass stands a huge stable.

The owner of the ranch chops up alfalfa with a guillotine to prepare food for the horses.

Roy glanced at random,

Most of the horses here are ponies with thick manes, ugly and cute.

This kind of horse is less than one meter tall, with strong bones, good adaptability and endurance, and is good at trekking and transporting goods, but its petite size is destined to make the knights anxious for their running speed.

When his eyes panned to the left along the stable, and swept across the road not far away, he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

After a few steps, the faces of the two became extremely wonderful.

Next to an oval stone lay a huge behemoth silently.

The complexion is pale and blue, and the height is at least four or five meters, but the body is not bloated and fat, but slender.

The surface of the skin was covered with sword wounds of different shades and puncture wounds by arrows.

Her hair was combed back into a large back, revealing a broad forehead and deep eye sockets.

He has a high nose and a beard on his chin.

Bare upper body, a belt across the shoulders connected to the lower body, a very primitive brown woolen skirt woven from some animal hair, it exudes a strong animal body odor.

Above those big feet, which were big enough to be stomped into patties, there was also a circle of brown wool knee pads from ankle to knee.

If you ignore its exaggerated size, just looking at the facial features, it actually feels a little kind and kind.

giant corpse

Age: 50

gender: male

...

"Man, this thing is called a giant..." Freen opened his hands and drew a huge circle, trying to use "sign language" to describe, "Usually, they are docile, peaceful, and don't take the initiative to attack humans, or Run to the vicinity of the settlement. I don't know what's going on, it's probably crossing the line, and it was resolved by the Snowman City guards as a threat."

Roy took a deep breath.

Are all the monsters in this world this big? First a dragon, then a savage, will there be giant wolves, bears, and tigers in the future?

This place is more dangerous than I expected.

"What are you doing? Yesterday, it was just digging a mess of weeds. Why didn't you let it go?" Freen looked at his companion crouching down, a short sword flexibly running between his fingers, and the other Like an anatomical butcher.

Giants are lambs cut on the chopping board.

"Swish--" The short sword refracts the sunlight, and the butterfly generally jumps at the fingertips, at a dazzling speed.

In the blink of an eye, the giant was cut off by Roy with several toes, teeth, and two eyeballs... wrapped in cloth, stuffed into his arms, and quietly moved into the space, deeply implementing the spirit of never missing out when passing by.

Maybe this big guy can bring a little change to alchemy.

"Ouch..." Freen retched twice, waving the bloody smell of urine mixed in his nose, staring carefully at Roy's unbroken jacket, very surprised what bag was under his clothes, why? Always pretending to be dissatisfied, "Brother, I must remind you that a giant is an intelligent creature, and it is best not to eat his meat."

"Don't act impulsively!"

Roy shrugged, climbed up the hillside, crossed the deep and wide moat and drawbridge, and came to the closed hemlock gate under the towering city wall.

Freen was about to step forward and speak.

"Boom!" There was a sudden thunderous noise in the cloudless sky.

Freen's whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, trembling all over, and a distant and desolate call sounded in his mind.

It came from a distant peak soaring into the clouds.

He froze in place, involuntarily turned around and stared at the southeast, where a snow-covered mountain top could be faintly seen between the clouds and mist.

"Stop!" The fully-armed soldier with the axe on his back interrupted his reverie, "Because giant dragons are haunting nearby, the gates of Snowman City are currently closed, and only official personnel are allowed in and out."

"My lord, I'm here on behalf of Ximu Town..." Freen shook his head, eliminating the strange visions in his mind, "As entrusted by Mayor Golduo, I came to ask for support."

"What? Ximu Town was also attacked by a giant dragon? You go into the city and go to the Longlin Fort on the top of the mountain to find Lord Balgruuf!"

...

The buildings in the city finally took shape, with all the triangular prism roofs neatly arranged on both sides of the road, obviously after some careful planning.

Behind the blacksmith shop and Breeze Pavilion at the gate of the city.

A troop of heavily armed soldiers patrolled the stretched roads.

The ground is clean and tidy, and there is no litter and feces at the foot of the mountain, but some weeds can still be seen in the corner of the house.

The doorman led the two through the windy area used for living.

Then there is the busy wilderness area, the most concentrated place for commerce in Xueman City, filled with small wooden pavilions, selling meat, vegetables, fur, and drinks.

At noon, the residents of Snowman City are bustlingly shopping here.

Then go through the stairs with running water on both sides.

Entering a quiet and beautiful garden-like square, surrounded by a circular pool, a low-hanging wooden frame of green vines surrounds a luxuriant, house-sized maple tree.

When the breeze blows, the dazzling red leaves sway gently, and the scenery is very beautiful.

There are several benches under the tree for passers-by to rest and enjoy the scenery.

Several boys and girls dressed in colorful and outdated clothes chased and played in it like butterflies.

A scene of peace and contentment.

The two followed the soldiers to the magnificent castle in the cloud area at the highest point of Xueman City, in front of Longlin Fort.

This solemn and gorgeous building is as majestic as its name, and the hall of the corridor is wide and high, even enough to completely accommodate the raging dragon Alduin in the Holy Land Town, allowing it to stretch comfortably.

There is also a legend about the name of the castle.

Many years ago, after the powerful Nord warrior Olaf One-Eyed defeated the dragon Minaikos, he imprisoned him in this castle and kept him until his death.

And the current lord of Snowman City, Balgruuf, is the direct descendant of Olaf who defeated the dragon!

There was a bonfire burning in the center of the hall, and the two sides were connected end-to-end, with rectangular tables used for receiving guests.

And right in front of the hall, a burly man with a splendid dress, a ruby-encrusted headband, blond hair and a beard, sitting on the throne, propped his chin in thought.

A dark-skinned, dark-blond-haired woman in iron armor with the appearance of a guard pulled out a long sword and stopped in front of the two of them.

This is clearly not a Nord.

Freen explained to her his intentions.

Roy's eyes turned.

"Dark Elf, Lord Balgruuf's Guard, Irileth."

The Nords have cold resistance and battle cry, and the same family of dark elves also have two unique talents-

Ancestor's Wrath: Consumes medium stamina and continuously causes minor damage to close enemies within 60 seconds.

Fire Resistance: Dark elves are naturally resistant to heat and gain an additional 25% resistance to fire magic.

...

"What do you call the two warriors? Did you see the dragon disaster in Holy Land Town with your own eyes?" A majestic voice came from the throne.

"I'm Fienne, this is my brother Golden Eye, from outside Tamriel, some languages ​​are different, please forgive me."

Freen made a look, and Roy bowed to Balgruuf without being humble or arrogant.

"We were being punished at the execution ground in Holy Land Town," Freen continued, lowering slightly, "The Stormcloaks, including Ulfric, were being decapitated... Of course, the two of us were completely wronged."

"A giant dragon suddenly emerged from behind the clouds. Its body is like a mountain, and its scales are as black as night." Freen described vividly, "It can breathe fire, burn people into charcoal, and summon meteors and fire rain... Destroy the whole in the blink of an eye. A holy town."

"And as you know, Hemu Town is not far from Holy Land Town and is in great danger."

Balgruuf frowned.

Seems to be annoyed by one of the names.

Irileth, the dark elf guard on the right hand of the lord, suddenly spoke up, advocating sending troops to Hemu Town.

But on the left, Proventus, the head of Snowman City with a soft cotton robe and a Mediterranean hairstyle, put forward a counter-argument.

Creekwood Town is at the junction of Snowman Territory and Falkreath Territory.

The act of sending troops may have stimulated the lord of Falkreath, making him think that Xueman, who had been neutral, fell to Stormcloak.

"My territory and people are being threatened by giant dragons, I must not sit idly by!" Balgruuf is also a short-tempered person, and after a moment's thought, he will come to a conclusion, "Irileth, send a detachment immediately. Go to Hemu Town!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Freen breathed a long sigh of relief.

Finally lived up to expectations.

"Frien, Your Excellency Golden Eyes, you have made outstanding contributions to the Snowman Leader, what are your requirements?"

Freen swallowed. "Generous Lord, I have no fixed place to live. I have been wandering in Skyrim Province for several years, and I have always longed for a place of my own."

"Boy, you want me and a house in the Wind District with just one piece of news? I don't have a small appetite. At most, I will give you the qualifications to buy a house." Balgruuf said calmly.

Freen was overjoyed, thinking that this matter had settled.

The lord changed his words, "But your contribution is not enough! Please help my court advisor, Master Farenjia, to do something."

"He's studying dragons to figure out how to eliminate the threat."

"Lord Lord," Freen said cautiously, "I'm just an ordinary person. I know bad swordsmanship, but my combat power is not as good as that of a random soldier under your command."

"There are more than one dragon to deal with. Forgive me, I can't do anything." Between saving his life and having the right to live in Whiterun, he decisively chose the former.

"I didn't let the two deal with the dragon! Just look for information about the dragon."

"And my soldiers have to rush to other towns to be vigilant, and manpower is tight. Don't be too modest." Balgruuf suddenly got up, stroked his golden beard, and said solemnly, "You can get out of the guillotine of the empire, and He escaped from the flames of the giant dragon and rushed all the way to Xueman, he will never be an incompetent person."

"You have to say it's luck, but luck is not a kind of strength. And, look at your companions..." Balgruuf glanced at the tall and straight witcher with a calm expression, and made no secret of his admiration. color,

"This unhurried bearing is by no means an ordinary person, he must have extraordinary force and wit."

"My lord, Golden Eye doesn't understand Imperial Language, this is his expression when he is puzzled."

"Don't underestimate the comrades who are born and die! That's it!" Balgruuf took the lead and led the two to the room on the right side of the hall.

Freen glanced at Roy, who shrugged at him.

Brother, I was hurt by you this time.

...

Next to the hall of Longlinbao, in a room with maps, desks, and a strange table, the two met Xueman's court mage, Farenja.

A skinny man with his entire body, including most of his face, hidden under a black silk cloak.

Unlike other Nord barbarians who are burly, masculine and muscular.

But he was also a genuine Nord.

Frien could imagine that he must be often despised by his peers.

"Two warriors, I hope you can go deep into a dangerous monument and bring back a vital stone tablet." Farenja's voice was a little weak, his thin cheeks were slightly bloodshot, as if he had not rested well. of insomniacs, or a research maniac who stays up all night.

"Actually...probably...it's better..." Freen twisted for a while, then gritted his teeth, "Just say it! What do you need us for?"

I worked hard for my future home!

He glanced at Roy again, and the danger of brother is handed over to you.

The latter stared blankly at the mage.

The dense flow of information crosses the eye, complex and wonderful beyond imagination.

He saw the spellcasting system of the New World, several factions.

Farenga

Age: 56

Sex: Male

Occupation: Court Mage of Snowman, Graduate of Winterhold

Life: 80

Magic Power: 250

Attributes:

Strength: 6

Constitution: 8

Agility: 6

Perception: 8

Will: 6

Charisma: 6

Spirit: 25

Skill:

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

Constellation Blessing - Apprentice Constellation (Passive): People born in the season of apprentice constellation, Gao Yangyue (July), have a special connection with magic, spirit +1, the power of casting all magic is increased by 20%, but At the same time, their own magic damage is increased by 20%.

Destruction spells lv6 (attack through elements or magic and cause damage to the target's life, attributes and other abilities, and some even cause damage to weapons and equipment): have mastered fire-breathing, fireball...chain lightning, ice storm, a total of two Twelve species.

Restoration system lv1 (The spell of restoration system can be regarded as the reverse magic of destruction system, it will restore the attributes and status of the target, and it can even be enhanced.): Healing, Quick Healing, Healing Wounds, a total of three.

Summoning lv5 (Summoning spells bring distant, even alien entities, living creatures or weapons and equipment into sight through induction. Masters who are proficient in this way can even sense, summon, and teleport each other.): Summoning Demons Pet, summon fire spirits... A total of 20 kinds of demons are sent.

Change system lv5 (by changing the physical and magical characteristics of the target to achieve a certain purpose, this type of spell is practical and widely used): candlelight, stone skin, steel skin, underwater breathing... a total of ten.

Illusion lv1 (by affecting the target's mind to achieve a certain purpose, such spells can be forced through orders): courage, provocation, fear three.

Mystery system lv2 (the characteristic of this obscure magic system is to operate magic power): four kinds of life reconnaissance, reflected damage, absorption of magic, and imprisoned soul.

Thaumaturgy? (The spells of this department do not affect the properties, structure, and appearance of objects, but temporarily change the laws of things)

Enchantment lv5: Consume soul (usually soul stone) to give some magical attributes to weapons and other items that meet the specifications. It has mastered the ability to increase magic recovery, increase the upper limit of life force, and absorb magic power... A total of 27 kinds of enchantments.

...

"Very good, I like this straight-to-the-point communication. That place is called the Desolate Waterfall Temple... There is a dragon stone hidden there. It is said that a map of the ancient tomb of the dragon is engraved on the back of the stone. Help me bring the dragon stone back... um... This golden-eyed lord thinks I'm weird? Don't look like a Nord at all?"

Roy felt the mage's displeased gaze, and immediately turned his head to look at a strange table behind him - a dark body with a pentagram in the center, a lit white candle on one end, and a human skull decorated with it. Mysterious and scary.

Enchanting Table

A workbench that consumes soulstones, materials, enchant items, or destroys objects to obtain enchantment recipes.

Amazing, such a tool doesn't exist in the Witcher world.

Roy made up his mind that he had to find a way to get one for research.

...

Farenga continued, "It was a huge ancient building, belonging to the ancient Nords, perhaps dating back thousands of years. Its location is on a mountain a few miles south of Ximu Town, and you got there. You can ask the locals."

"Is there any danger?" Freen asked nervously.

"In that kind of place, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. There are inevitably robbers gathering outside the temple, and traps inside the temple are inevitable." Farenjia's expression was flat, with a tone that you can definitely handle.

And Roy's eyes turned to a prismatic lavender crystal on the mage's left hand.

Soul Stone (Small)

A crystal that stores pure soul energy, charges enchanted items, or replenishes mana.

...

This thing is exactly the same as the blood gem he fiddled with last night.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

"Dude, interested in it? I'll sell it to you cheaper, 199 gold."

Freen acted as a translator temporarily, pointed to the soul stone, and gestured for a long time.

Roy barely understood, shook his head and smiled.

He opened his palm to reveal a crystal—the blood gem that was filled during meditation last night.

"This is - a small soul stone, a trophy from the adventure?" The mage took it and looked at it for a while, "You plan to sell it to me? Of course, for the sake of you helping me find the dragon stone, I will give a high price, 100 gold coins How was the acquisition?"

Roy spent another half a day explaining, and Frien even explained with a guess,

Finally, it shows the meaning, exchange rather than sell.

In addition to being a court mage in Snowrun, Farengar also sells spell-related merchandise.

Soul stones, enchanting recipes, and what Roy is most interested in - spellbooks!