God-level Demon Hunter

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

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

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

"how do you know?"

"Believe it or not, I have a bit of a flair for languages, and I can roughly figure out his semantics. I happened to have a chat with him about this."

Roy nodded very cooperatively.

Fryen's eyes widened immediately. Things should come first, first served. This guy came so many days late, but he knew Jinyan better than himself, and a trace of resignation could not help but appear on his face.

"Not Tamriel, where is it? Akavia, the hometown of the Redguards, Yokuda?"

"It's not...he comes from a place called...uh...Novigrad," Awell also had a look of surprise in his eyes, "It's more prosperous than Snowrun City, and there is a huge port over there. Dozens of large ships come and go every day, handling cargo."

"Let me just say, with Jinyan's demeanor, he is definitely not from a small country place. Then what did he do before? Ask me, buddy."

Awell tasted the crispy baked potatoes on the plate, "He said that he used to be a mercenary, specializing in commissions, such as killing monsters, such as solving puzzles, part-time... uh, running an orphanage, It's a pity that 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 nowhere in sight."

"Sorry, Jinyan, I didn't know your experience was so rough." Fryen sighed, "But the orphanage is really cool! Like me, I can support myself and my future wife and children, thank God!"

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

Fryn took another sip of malt wine, "I was born in Cyrodil, the capital of the empire, in the south of Skyrim Province. Later, after my parents passed away, I went back to Skyrim to pay my respects to my hometown. After all, I am also a Nord, who knows It’s been four years since I came here without knowing it, but I still haven’t achieved anything, I’m just a sad homeless man, I didn’t expect to be suddenly caught by imperial soldiers as rebels that day.”

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

"I should thank them. If it wasn't for that sudden crisis, I wouldn't have met Brother Golden Eyes and experienced such an exciting adventure!"

"Let's have a toast together, to the soldiers of the empire!"

Bang!

The three wine bottles collided, the liquid splashed, and the three drank half of the bottle.

"It's your turn, Awell..." Ferien wiped off the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, "What prompted you to enter such a dangerous place as the Temple of the Waterfall? Although you are skilled, but to act alone is to tie your head to your pants superior!"

"In fact, there were other companions on the expedition, but they were all killed by bandits and Nord undead..." Awell touched the short beard on his upper lip, his black eyelids, and his whole body was full of sadness, "As for why you take the risk? -"

"I promised someone that I would find out enough power to defeat the dragon and prove to her..."

"Unfortunately, now it seems that I am not that material. Both of you can see something famous from that stone tablet, but I am like a fool. I am destined to have no chance with Long Roar!"

Roy sighed, he still didn't understand the dragon's roar, let alone help others.

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

"boom!"

Suddenly, the back of a hand was covered with black hair, a 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, chin beard tied into a shofar braid with rubber bands, and blond hair tied behind his head suddenly asked loudly, spitting,

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

As he spoke, his body shook.

"That's enough, Joe Zhankuang, go home and lie down after drinking too much, 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, in fact, we are not on the side of the empire." Frien wiped the spittle off his face with the palm of his right hand, and looked at him with polite indifference,

"So you support the rebels of the Stormcloak!" Joe Zhankuang's face turned serious, his expression became fierce, and the dry wine bottle in his hand pushed Fryen's chest provocatively.

"It seems that you hate the stormcloak... We don't agree with it either! We will not help each other and remain neutral!" Avel conveyed for Roy,

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

In fact, he hated the Thalmor more.

"That's right, we don't help each other," Frynn stood up, "I agree with Lord Balgruuf, isn't this Snowrun City, and you want to force us to change our minds?"

"Puff...breath...neutral, that's all right." Qiao shook his head angrily, glanced at the faces of the two of them before realizing it, "You guys escaped from the dragon disaster in the holy land town, right? , obviously you have never heard of the name of the Zhankuang family, and you lack the most basic respect for this great family, I don't like your attitude, I have to teach you a lesson! Do you dare to compete with me for drinking!"

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

"If you, as Nords, don't feel ashamed because you outnumber others, then I agree." Joe Zhankuang sternly poked his neck, his eyes slowly glanced at the three of them.

"Forget it, let our boss personally compete..." Awell pushed the eager dragon descendant onto the chair, "It just so happens that I exercised 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 must come with a lot of prizes, people from the Zhankuang family."

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

"From now on, every time you see someone from the Zhan Kuang family, you must bow and salute!" He waved his hand proudly, "Of course, regardless of winning or losing, the wine money will be credited 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. The confident Awell and the slightly nervous Dragonborn stood with their hands folded in front of their chests. behind.

There were also a few drunken drinkers who stretched their necks and looked on with smiles at the corners of their mouths.

Joe nodded to the charming proprietress Hulda, clattering, a row of wine bottles piled up in front of them, Alto, Nord mead, malt wine...

"Tch!" Joe Zhankuang's eyes that were slightly dazed suddenly became clear, as if he had woken up from his drunkenness, "Hulda, you are so 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 have a bottle of Argonian malt bar in your collection?"

"Nonsense!" The landlady said perfunctorily with her hands folded around her chest, "Keep your dog eyes open! I've brought out the best wine to entertain the guests!"

"Then we will reluctantly accept it." Joe smiled provocatively at Roy, and said in a victorious tone, "Boy, don't be brave if you can't hold on later!"

"Or you will start drinking mad, be careful that I'm rude to you!"

Roy was still laughing.

He has twice the physique of this guy.

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

"You two... Hiccup...don't rush to drink..."

Suddenly, a hoarse and lazy voice interrupted the game.

"I'm Sam Gurnware, a wine lover. How about adding me to such an interesting competition?" The visitor had a black back, was tall, and was dressed in simple and plain clothes. He looked like a mage or a scholar. .

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

"The three of us have a drink competition. If whoever wins, how about I reward him with an enchanted sword? And I don't want to do anything else. If I win, it's just for fun."

"Shh-"

The candlelight in the inn illuminated a bright long sword with a cross gauntlet, scarlet gemstones inlaid on the pommel, the blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, and exquisite runes shone brightly.

An unknown name is engraved on the hilt of the sword.

However, Roy has not had time to observe.

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

"Such a sword, falling into the hands of such a weak mage like you, is nothing short of reckless!" Qiao glanced at the man's thin body, shook his head in disdain, and then burst into flames, "I will accept your prize with a smile. Challenge I agree, this Jinyan, what do you think?"

Awell translated it.

Roy glanced at the "intruder"——

A 36-year-old mage, but his spell attainment is much lower than that of Farenja.

A queer mage with a heavy drink.

He nodded.

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

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

In his unruly smile.

The drinking competition has kicked off!

Chapter 10 Red Hill Town

"Well……"

The sleeping man grunted, moved his eyebrows, opened his eyes with difficulty, sat up with his hands on a layer of dead branches and leaves, turned his neck and looked around - a round of sunset was hanging in the sky, and the gorgeous sunset glow shone through. The cracks in the forest fell on him, and the faint howling of wild animals and the rustling of insects came from the depths of the forest.

The confusion in the strange-colored pupils turned into astonishment.

"What's going on, where am I?"

Roy rubbed his temples and his drowsy head, and stood up staggeringly, like an alcoholic waking up from a hangover.

"Didn't I have a drinking competition with others at the Chiqi Mare Inn, why did I appear in the wilderness out of nowhere?"

He glanced at the template and found that he had a hangover after the state, but the fur armor and boots on his body remained intact.

"Whose prank is this? Joe Warcrazy, Sam Gurnware, dragged me here while I was drunk!"

"No," Roy clearly remembered that after fifteen bottles of wine, Joe Zhankuang fell first, and he continued to compete with Sam's wine, bottle after bottle, his stomach was about to burst, but he took the opportunity To vent the pressure and depression of the past few days, he did not use the space to cheat, but just let Aweier stare at him from the side.

Under the light of the crackling bonfire at the Imperial Flag Mare Inn, he drank so much that he was about to faint, and the man named Sam finally collapsed on the bar and snored too much.

He won the game and the cheers and applause of the Nords in the hall, and passed out drunk.

"It was evening when I was drinking at the inn, why is it still evening now."

Could it be that he was drunk all day and all night?

Roy tried to contact Awell, but there was no response from the other side, and he couldn't be teleported to him. It seemed that some mysterious force blocked the space here.

"Hiss..." He frowned, and felt a strong uneasiness in his heart. It is impossible for ordinary people or ordinary mages to have such miraculous means.

Out of intuition, he thought of that Sam Gurnware who suddenly joined the drinking party, and the cynical smile that always hung on the corner of his mouth.

The witcher seemed to have triggered a switch in his heart.

A voice came out.

"Find me, get me, take me."

"Find me, get me, take me."

……

"Who the hell is this Sam, so powerful? Why did you play a prank on me, just because I beat him by drinking?"

Roy thought, if the other party wanted to harm him, he would have died in that drunk state.

What else does Sam have?

"Since you want me to look for it, then I'll catch you and see what you want!"

After all, Roy had experienced many weird things. He quickly adjusted his mood and left the woods. Following the guidance of his intuition, after walking for half an hour in the green grass field under the sunset, he kept trying to teleport, but repeatedly failed.

Then a wooden fence appeared in the distance.

He strolled over.

"Hey, friend, what are you doing here when it's getting dark?" A middle-aged man dressed as a hunter by the fence, with a bow and arrows on his back, greeted him, "I'm still running around outside at this time, and I'm not afraid of being attacked after nightfall." Hungry beast attack?"

Roy glanced casually. An ordinary Nord, the skills on his body also fit his identity.

But then his heart shivered, and his brain, which had recovered from alcohol, realized an extremely serious problem.

Avel Translator is not around, why can I suddenly understand a Nord?

The situation was quite weird, and Roy thought for a full two seconds.

"Sorry, buddy, I actually accidentally got lost on the way to find someone, and the sun was almost setting before I knew it." Roy asked tentatively, "What is this place?"

Since the guy threw himself around here, there may be some clues in this village,

"Well... this is Hongshan Town."

"I'm looking for a man named Sam Gurnware, have you seen him?"

The guard shook his head without thinking, "I have no memory of this name, but maybe someone in the village knows him."

He glanced at Roy, suddenly smiled heartily, the beard around his mouth trembled slightly, and invited him friendly and enthusiastically,

"It's getting dark, lad, and it's dangerous to be out alone, why don't you come in and look around? Ms Kelly's got some good ale, maybe it can give you some inspiration."