The Divine Hunter

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

Roy only hesitated for a second.

confirm!

Swah—

Witcher lv12 (5400→3400/12500)

In an instant, a huge amount of wonderful information he had never seen before poured into his mind——

The dragon roar, originally a magic exclusively for giant dragons, resonates with the earth under the feet through the dragon language, stimulates the power of the earth bones (the remains of the creator), and produces various incredible effects.

Ordinary people can use meditation to sublimate their souls through long-term rigorous training, make them temporarily move closer to the dragon, and then use the power of the earth's bones.

However, ordinary people do not possess the dragon soul, and it is extremely difficult to learn dragon roars. Often, in their entire life, they can only roughly grasp a little bit of fur—one or two simple dragon roars.

The unrelenting force is the most basic dragon roar.

Contains three dragon words:

You get Fus from the Dragon stele,

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

The three words stand for strength, balance, and propulsion, and when combined, they can push away all obstacles in front of you.

Meditation way…

Inspired by…

...

"Golden eyes, golden eyes, what's wrong with you?"

A voice woke Roy, whose head was as big as a bucket, from his contemplation.

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

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

"I'll just say it! How could I be the only one who sees those characters!" Freen breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "The content recorded on this mural is the power of that powerful ghoul guarding it. ."

"Dragon language magic,

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

Immediately, a weak airflow brushed across the two cheeks.

"Cough, cough... I feel like something is missing... I can't release it successfully!" Freen rubbed his temples embarrassedly, his eyes dizzy, "I have a lot of new things in my head, and I need some time to digest."

"Vosloda!" Roy roared unwillingly.

However, apart from the air spitting out of 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 the Alpha Seal.

"Wait, why can't I understand what you mean?" Avel walked to the stone tablet and stroked the lightning-like character lightly, with a surprised expression, "Why did you all see something, but I didn't know anything about it? Do you know? This pile of letters with no meaning is the power to defeat the dragon?"

"Good question..." Roy sighed, and he spent a full 2,000 experience points before barely memorizing and understanding the meaning of the dragon language, which was a far cry from learning.

And why did Frien absorb the characters on the Dragon Language stone tablet without a teacher.

At the beginning, the vision of the characters glowing dimly and merging into his body also showed that he was absolutely extraordinary.

Dragonborn, do you mean the descendants of giant dragons?

Roy was thoughtful.

He has some similarities with the dragon, the inheritance of blood or soul?

"Dragonborn, Dragon Roar... Avir, 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 twitched in thought.

"This is a very old legend. Thousands of years ago, when the dragons were still active, the dragonborn would kill them and take their abilities." Avilfo patted his head in his heart,

"Yes, the ghoul's shout to smash your spells just now seems to be called a dragon's roar!"

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

Roy looked at Freen in surprise, until he saw that the latter was inexplicably guilty.

It turns out that this guy still has such a legendary identity, the Dragonborn, the Dragon Killer, and the successor of the Dragon Roar.

Maybe his plan to get the dragon's blood essence falls on him!

...

Avel's eyes turned on the two of them, thinking about it, just wanted to speak.

But he was ordered to shut up by the witcher.

Afterwards, the three swept the entire stele room again and found a few locked storage boxes. Roy planned to split the locks with a sword.

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

Avel showed off his skills, turning the wire-like lock picker in his hand and unlocking the lock with ease.

The three gained more than one hundred gold coins, plus a small soul stone. The gold coins are divided equally between Avel and Frien, and the most valuable soul stone belongs to Roy.

In this way, on this trip to the temple, he has already harvested three small soul stones, which he kept for his own use... plus four hundred gold coins, it was enough to spend at the palace mage.

Following the stone gate on the right side of the cave, they left the cave smoothly, and the three returned to the outdoor hillside.

The sky has just broken, and the cool morning breeze caressed, making people excited and refreshed.

Before they knew it, they had been in the temple for a day and a night.

"Dragon Stone is in hand, it's time to return to Xueman to report to Farenga," Freen took a deep breath and smiled heartily, "Your Excellency Avel, let's say goodbye."

"I have nothing to do anyway..." Avil rubbed the steel sword around his waist and glanced at Roy in awe, "How about going back to Xueman with the two of you?"

Freen pulled away his smile and exchanged glances with Roy.

The latter pretended to think for a while and nodded.

"Let's go then! Anyway, we fought side by side, let's go back for a drink!"

...

Longlin Fort, the enchanting room.

"Two warriors who are worthy of escaping from the disaster of the giant dragon... They got the things in just one day. Of course, I also thank this friend Aver who helped out." The dragon stone with mysterious pattern, "I will report to Lord Balgruuf later. According to the promise, the two will have the qualifications to buy a house in Xueman, but the house in the city is not cheap."

"By the way, Your Excellency Golden Eyes, the last time you sold my soul stone, 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, and I have to give you five hundred. gold."

The wizard shoved a bag into the witcher's palm.

"Master Mage," Avel Translator said, "what is the purpose 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 to crack its secrets. Another partner is missing."

"What happened to the ghoul in the temple? Why did he suddenly resurrect?" Frien asked in disbelief. Just before Xueman City, he heard the strange call from the last time, from the vast peak in the southeast. .

"I only know a rough idea, and I'm not very sure." Farenjia thought for a while, and told the truth: "A long time ago, there was a Dragon Cult that worshiped giant dragons and ruled 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 giant dragon was too brutal, killing many innocents and arousing strong resistance from humans. Later, the dragonborn among the Nords led their compatriots to launch a heroic battle and successfully expelled almost all the giant dragons."

"But before the dragon became extinct, the Dragon Cult priests treated a large number of believers with embalming tools. They kept their souls bound in their bodies and connected to the dragon they believed in. According to their teachings, when the dragon returned, this group of Sleeping believers will be resurrected and become undead."

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

"No wonder..." Both Roy and Freen suddenly realized that Alduin showed his head in the Holy Land Town, so the ghoul in the Temple of the Desolate Waterfall was resurrected!

"What is the identity of the Nord ghoul overlord at the innermost?"

"I don't know this either. It takes time to study it." Farenjia shook his head. "Right now, it's the so-called combination of work and rest. I suggest you go to the Imperial Mare Inn for a few drinks, book a few rooms, and feel comfortable. Take a hot bath and do something you love..."

"Come back in a few days."

...

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

The layout of the inn hall is full of Nord rough style.

A bonfire in the center was burning, and candlesticks carved from white ivory on the ceiling flickered gently.

The witcher's gaze swept across the crowd in front of the bar counter—the firelight illuminated the inhabitants of Snowman who came to buy drunk around the bonfire, men and women, most of them in capes and sturdy leather armor of a certain age.

The Nords are strong in martial arts. Even the drinkers have more or less mastered one or two combat skills. The average attribute can reach seven points, which is beyond the civilians of another world.

Some sit on the ground, some stand under the wooden pillars supporting the ceiling, and some form a tight semicircle, toasting and celebrating to each other.

The men's bushy beards were soaked with the white wine and slid to the ground.

A honey-sweet wine smell filled the hall, intoxicating people.

And a few sporadic women follow the magnetic voice of the minstrel Milke,

Under the melody of "Wartime".

Feel free to wiggle your body and let it out.

The witcher noticed that the fiddled instrument in the poet's hand was exactly the same as the lute, the most popular lute in the world.

Art really has something in common across time and space.

"Huh...comfortable!" Frien picked up the bottle and took a sip of amber-colored wine, then retracted his gaze on the chest of the lady boss, who was pinned to the tights and showed a bumpy figure.

There was a blush on the plain face, and the mind was filled with dragon words. The feeling of bulging and splitting finally diminished. At the same time, the mood became more active.

"Brother Golden Eyes, let's escape the black dragon, kill the undead, and have a deadly friendship, but my understanding of you is really limited. Apart from knowing your skill, I don't know anything about other information...such as you Where did it come from?"

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

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

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

"how do you know?"

"Believe it or not, I'm somewhat gifted with language, and I can roughly deduce his semantics. I happened to have a chat with him about that."

Roy nodded very cooperatively.

Freen's eyes widened immediately, and things should be about first come first. This guy came so many days late, but he knew Golden Eye better than himself, and there was a trace of unwillingness on his face.

"It's not Tamriel, but where is it? Arcavia, the hometown of the Redguards, Yokuda?"

"It's not... He comes from a place called... er... Novigrad," Avil also shot a hint of surprise in his eyes, "It's more prosperous than Snowman City, there is a huge port there, dozens of times a day. Large ships come and go, handling cargo."

"Let me just say, with Golden Eye's bearing, he definitely doesn't come from a small country place. Then what did he do before? Help me ask, buddy."

Avel tasted the soft baked potatoes on the plate, "he said, he used to be a mercenary, specializing in accepting commissions, such as killing monsters, such as solving puzzles, part-time... um, running an orphanage, it's a pity Later, 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 there is no hope of returning."

"I'm sorry, Golden Eye, I only knew that your experience was so rough." Freen sighed, "But the orphanage is really cool! Like me, I can support myself and my future wife and children, thank God!"

"What about you, could it be that you are an orphan?" Avil asked.

Freen took another sip of ale, "I was born in Cyrodir, the capital of the Empire, in the south of Skyrim Province. Later, after my parents died, I went back to Skyrim to pay homage to my hometown. After all, I'm also a Nord, who knows. I’ve been here for four years without realizing it, but I’ve still achieved nothing, I’m just a miserable bum, I didn’t expect to be suddenly caught by the imperial soldiers as rebels that day.”

There was a smile on the corner of Frien's mouth.

"I should thank them. If it wasn't for the sudden crisis, I wouldn't have met the golden-eyed brothers and experienced such an exciting adventure!"

"Toast to the imperial soldiers!"

bang!

The three wine bottles collided, the wine splashed, and the three of them gulped down half of the bottle.

"It's your turn, Avel..." Freen wiped away the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, "What prompted you to enter the dangerous place like the Temple of the Fallen Falls? Although you are good at it, when you act alone, you tie your head to your pants. !"

"Actually, there were other companions on the expedition, but they were all killed by robbers and Nord undead..." Avel touched the short beard on his lips, his dark eyes showed a sadness, "As for why you should take the risk— —”

"I promised someone that I would find the strength to defeat the dragon and prove to her..."

"Unfortunately, it seems that I am not that person. Both of you can see some famous things from that stone tablet. Only I am like a fool. I am destined to miss the Dragon Roar!"

Roy sighed, he hadn't understood Dragon Roar himself, let alone helping others.

As for Freen, as a Dragonborn, although he can absorb runes, he has to take the time to understand the knowledge in his head.

"boom!"

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

A man with typical Nord-style rigid facial features, a chin beard tied into a claw braid with a rubber band, and blond hair tied behind his head suddenly asked loudly, spitting out,

"What did you say to respect the empire just now? Are you supporters of the empire?"

As he spoke, his body shook.

"Enough, Joe Zhankuang, go home and lie down after drinking too much, don't harass my guests," Hurda, the innkeeper 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, in fact, we are not on the side of the empire." Freen wiped the spit from his face with his right palm and looked at him with a polite indifference.

"So you support the rebels of the Stormcloak!" Joe Zhan Kuang's expression became fierce, and the dry wine bottle in his hand pushed provocatively to Freen's chest.

"It seems that you hate Stormcloak... We don't agree with it either! We don't help each other, keep neutral!" Avil conveyed to Roy,

He is not a Nord, and has no interest in interfering in this civil war if it is not a last resort.

In fact, he hated Thalmo who was chasing discord even more.

"That's right, we don't help each other," Freen stood up. "I agree with Lord Balgruuf. Isn't this Snowman City? You want to force us to change our minds?"

"Breath...breath...neutral, it's okay to be neutral." Qiao shook his head angrily, his eyes swept over the faces of the two before he realized, "You all escaped from the Dragon Calamity in the Holy Land, obviously. You have never heard the name of the Zhan Kuang family, you lack the most basic respect for this great family, I don't like your attitude, I have to teach you well! Do you dare to compare with me to drink!"

"You singled out the three of us?" Avel asked slyly,

"If you, the Nords, don't feel ashamed for bullying the few, then I promise." Joe Zhankuang stabbed his neck, his eyes slowly swept across the three of them.

"Forget it, it's up to our boss to try it out in person..." Avil pressed the eager dragonborn onto the chair, "It just happened that I moved my muscles and bones not long ago, and now it's time to moisten my stomach."

Roy walked up to the drunken Nord man and smiled at him.

"But the competition has to be a little bit of luck, people from the Zhan Kuang family."

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

"Every time I see the Zhan Kuang family in the future, I must bow and salute!" He waved his hand proudly, "Of course, no matter whether you win or lose, the wine will be charged to me!"

Roy nodded calmly.

Next, a handsome young man with black hair and golden eyes, a big man with rough cheeks and a burly stature sat in front of the bar, with the full of confidence Avel and his hands folded on his chest, and the slightly uneasy Dragonborn stood among them behind.

There were also a few slightly smoked drinkers craned their necks and watched with a smile on their lips.

Joe nodded at the still charming proprietress Hulda, wow, a row of wine bottles quickly piled up in front of the two of them, Alto, Nord mead, ale...

"嘁!" Joe Zhan Kuang's slightly confused eyes suddenly became clear, and he seemed to wake up from a slightly drunk state, "Hurda, you are reluctant to bring out some brandy and black thorns for such a grand competition, do you think I have no money? "

"I remember you still kept a bottle of Yalong Malt Bar?"

"Nonsense!" The proprietress said perfunctorily with her arms crossed, "Open your dog eyes! I have brought out the best wine to entertain guests!"

"Then we'll be reluctant to accept it." Joe smiled provocatively at Roy and said in a victorious tone, "Boy, don't be brave if you can't stand it later!"

"Or else start a drunken madness, be careful I'm rude to you!"

Roy is still laughing.

His physique is twice that of this guy.

He also reserves a note of "activation", full of confidence!

"You two... hiccup... don't get busy drinking..."

Suddenly, a hoarse, lazy voice interrupted the game.

"I am Sam Gunvari, a wine lover, how about adding me to such an interesting game?" The visitor had a big black back, a tall stature, and wore a simple and plain attire that looked like a mage or a scholar. .

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

"Let's compare the amount of drinks. If anyone wins, how about I reward him with an enchanted sword? And I don't want anything else. If I win, I'll just have fun."

"Shh-"

The candlelight in the inn shone out a long sword, with a cross guard, scarlet gemstones inlaid on the handle, the blade as thin as a cicada's wings, and the delicate runes shone.

An unidentified name was engraved on the hilt.

However, Roy hadn't had time to observe.

The man clasped his palms together, and the sword disappeared into the air again.

"Such a sword falls into the hands of a weak mage like you, it's a waste!" Qiao glanced over the man's thin body, shook his head disdainfully, and then burst into flames, "I will accept your prize with a smile. Challenge I promised, this golden eye, what do you think?"

Avel translated it again.

Roy glanced at the "intruder"--

A thirty-six-year-old mage, but his magic skills are much lower than that of Farenka.

A strange, alcoholic mage.

He nodded.

"Denpao!" Sam sat on the high stool to Roy's right with a smile, and knocked on the table, and the proprietress immediately served a row of drinks.

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

In his uninhibited smile.

The drinking contest has kicked off!