God-level Demon Hunter

Material: steel block, leather, oak wood, soul stone.

Features: Weighs 2.06 lbs, handles 20 inches (0.5 m)...

Enchanting -

Cold Invasion: Every time it hits an enemy, it will cause weak cold damage to him, and slow down his movement and reaction speed.

The soul energy is [-]%, each time the effect is deducted by [-]%.

……

Roy's eyes lit up,

Can this thing be used as an upgrade material for one's own bound weapons?

He put the enchanted weapon directly into the loot package.

As soon as he raised his head, Frian the Dragonborn stood in front of the mural, his eyes fixed, unblinking as if attracted by magnetism.

And the whole mural, there was a strong reaction between him and each character, with a strong gloomy light, flying away from the wall, connecting end to end, spinning in mid-air, brushing the body of the dragonborn, rushing go in!

The Dragonborn's expression was as cold as ice, and his brows were furrowed to show an inscrutable expression, as if he was listening to some holy words.

What's happening here?

The demon hunter's eyes became deep, and he started to observe that wall.

A line of words emerged on the template.

Your Lv2 observation is not enough to gain information.

Skill Point -1

Observation Lv2→Lv3

Swish, a lot of prompts appeared on the template——

You have observed a special dragon language stele, which records the dragon language magic-Dragon Roar, Unshakable Force · Power (Fus).

You are not a dragon.

You are not dragonborn either.

You cannot understand Draconic.

But your soul strength meets the standard, and there is thin ancient blood (blood of time and space) flowing in your body, which has a small part of commonality with dragons (fragments of time).

You can try to consume 2000 pure soul (experience) to observe the Dragon Language Stele and the process of Dragonborn Frynn absorbing the Dragon Language, to further memorize and interpret the Unshakable Power.

Chapter 9 The Bet on the Banner Mare

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

Roy hesitated for only a second.

confirm!

Swah——

Demon Hunter 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 ground under the feet through dragon language, arouses the power of the earth bone (the remains of the creator), and produces various incredible effects.

Ordinary people can use meditation to sublimate their souls through long-term and rigorous training, making them temporarily approach the dragon, and then use the power of the earth bone.

However, ordinary people don't have a dragon soul, so it is extremely difficult to learn dragon roars, and often they can only roughly grasp a little bit in their entire life - one or two simple dragon roars.

Unshakable Power is the most basic level of Dragon Roar.

Contains three Draconic words:

You get Fus from the Draconic Tablet,

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

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

way of meditation...

Excitation method...

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

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

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

Roy listened to Awell's translation, looked at the dragonborn with a complicated expression, and nodded in admission.

"I'll just say it! How could it be that I'm the only one who saw those characters!" Fryn heaved a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "The content recorded in this mural is the power guarded by the powerful ghoul .”

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

Immediately, a weak air current brushed their cheeks.

"Cough, cough... I feel like something is missing... I can't release it successfully!" Frien rubbed his temples awkwardly, his eyes were dizzy, "There are a lot of new things in my mind, I need some time to digest."

"Vosloda!" Roy roared unwillingly.

However, except for the airflow from his mouth, the earth and space ignored him, and he was missing 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're saying?" Awell walked up to the stele, touched the lightning-like characters lightly, with a surprised expression on his face, "Why do you all see something, but I don't know anything?" You know? This pile of letters of unknown meaning is the power to defeat the dragon?"

"Good question..." Roy sighed. It took him a full two thousand experience points to barely memorize and understand the meaning of Dragon Language, and he was far from learning it.

And why did Frien absorb the characters on the dragon language stone tablet without a teacher.

At the beginning, the vision that the characters bloomed with dim light and merged into his body also showed that he was absolutely extraordinary.

Dragonborn, do you mean the descendants of dragons?

Roy was thoughtful.

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

"Dragonborn, Dragon Roar... Awell, didn't you say that you often explore ancient ruins? Have you ever understood these two words?" Roy asked via telepathic voice transmission.

Aville's slender eyebrows furrowed and he racked his brains.

"This is a very old legend. Thousands of years ago, when the dragons were still active, the dragon descendants would kill them and take away their abilities."

"That's right, the ghoul's cry that shattered your spell just now seems to be called the dragon's roar!"

"I heard, just heard, only the descendant of the dragon can master the dragon roar!"

Roy looked at Fryn in surprise, until he saw that the latter became inexplicably guilty.

It turns out that this guy still has such a legendary identity, a dragon descendant, a dragon killer, and the successor of the dragon roar.

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

……

Aweir's eyes turned on the two of them, thoughtful, and just wanted to speak.

But was ordered by the witcher to shut up.

Afterwards, 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 Awell, claiming that after some locks were forcibly damaged by external forces, the treasures in the box would also be damaged.

Aweil showed off his skills, turning the wire-like lock pick in his hand, and easily unlocked it.

The three of them harvested more than 100 gold coins, plus a small soul stone.The gold coins were divided equally between Awell and Frien, and the most valuable soul stone went to Roy.

In this way, during this trip to the temple, he had already harvested three small soul stones and kept them for his own use... plus four hundred gold coins, it was enough to spend at the court mage.

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

The sky had just dawned, and the cool morning breeze caressed me, making me feel refreshed and refreshed.

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

"Dragonstone is in hand, it's time to go back to Xueman and report to Farenja." Fryen took a deep breath and smiled heartily, "Your Excellency Avel, let's leave now."

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

Fryn withdrew his smile and exchanged a look with Roy.

The latter pretended to think for a while, then nodded.

"Then let's go! Anyway, we have fought side by side, go back and have a drink!"

……

Longlin Fort, Enchanting Room.

"The two brave men who escaped from the plague of the dragon... got the things in their hands in just one day. Of course, I also thank the friend of Avel who extended a helping hand." Farenja Secret Fire looked at the complicated covering As for Dragonstone with mysterious patterns, "I will report to Lord Balgruf later, as promised, the two of you will be eligible to buy a house in Xueman, but the houses in the city are not cheap."

"By the way, Your Excellency Golden Eye, I analyzed the soul stone you sold me last time and found that it is 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 coins." gold."

The mage thrust a bag into the witcher's palm grandly.

"Your Excellency the 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 to decipher its secrets. There is another partner who has not arrived."

"What's the matter with the ghouls in the temple? Why did they suddenly come back to life?" Fryn asked in disbelief. Just before Snowman City, he heard the strange call from last time, which came from the vast peak in the southeast. .

"I only know a rough idea, and I'm not quite sure." Farenja thought for a while, and told the truth: "A long time ago, there was a Dragon Cult who worshiped giant dragons and ruled the province of Skyrim."

This is easy to understand. In a world where the weak prey on the strong, the weak among human beings are always prone to worship the strong.

"But the dragon was too cruel, killing many innocent people and arousing strong resistance from humans. Later, the dragon descendants among the Nords led their compatriots to launch a heroic battle and successfully expelled almost all the dragons."

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

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

"No wonder..." Both Roy and Fryn suddenly realized that Alduin had shown his head in Holy Land Town, so the ghouls in the Waterfall Temple would be resurrected!

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

"I don't know about this, and it takes time to research." Farenja shook his head, "Now, it's the so-called balance between work and rest. I suggest you go to the Chiqi Mare Inn to have a few drinks and book a few rooms, so that you can feel comfortable. Take a hot bath, and then do something you love..."

"Come back in a few days."

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

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

A bonfire is burning in the center, and candlesticks carved from goat horns on the ceiling flicker gently.

The witcher in front of the bar counter glanced at everyone—the fire illuminated the residents of Xueman who came to get drunk around the bonfire, there were men and women, most of them wore cloaks and sturdy leather armor of a certain age.

The Nords have a strong sense of martial arts. Even the drinkers have more or less mastered one or two combat skills, and their average attribute can reach seven points, surpassing the civilians in another world.

Some sat on the ground, some stood under the wooden pillars supporting the ceiling, and some formed a tight semicircle, toasting each other and celebrating.

The white wine soaked the thick beards of the men and slipped to the ground.

A smell of wine with a honey-sweet aroma permeated the hall, making people want to get drunk.

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

Under the melody of "The Warlike Years".

Feel free to twist your body and let it out.

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

Art really has something in common across time and space.

"Phew...comfortable!" Frian picked up the wine bottle and took a sip of the amber-colored wine, then withdrew his gaze from the chest of the proprietress who showed a bumpy figure in tight cloth clothes.

A blush appeared on the plain face, his mind was filled with dragon words, the feeling of bulging and bursting finally subsided a little, and at the same time, his mood became more active, and he couldn't help pouring out his heartfelt words to the people around him,

"Golden-eyed brother, we have avoided the black dragon together, killed the undead, and have a life-threatening friendship, but I know you very limited. Apart from knowing your skills, I don't know anything about other information... such as Where are you from?"