"I gladly accept your challenge." Saloknir lowered his figure slightly, stared at Wu Chen and spoke in Nordic: "Human form of dragon blood, Duwakein. Is it possible that you can also transform into a dragon?"
"Except for the last Dragonborn Emperor, Martin Septim, I don't know who else can transform into a golden dragon." Wu Chen shook his head slightly.
"So, Duwaqin, how can you defeat me." There was a hint of joking in Saloknir's expression.
Wu Chen gently raised his left hand: "Considering that I don't have wings, I can't fly like you. It's better to let our decisive battle take place on the deck. As long as it falls off the deck, it means defeat."
"As you wish. However, your spaceship will be torn apart by Tumu. At that time, I can still be hanging in the air, and you will fall to the ground with the fragments. This is the outcome that has been foreseen. Duwaqin, failure What should I do?" What Salokniel said was right.
"If I lose, I am willing to become your dragon priest." Wu Chen solemnly promised.
"If I lose, I am willing to become your new spaceship." Salokniel was satisfied.
The humanoid dragon Duvacin and the phantom hunter Saloknir faced each other across the three-masted deck.
When the last dragonborn, Lord Ximu, the giant northern dragon, slowly raised his left hand, a trace of solemnity suddenly flashed in Saloknir's teasing dragon eyes.
Especially from the perspective of the giant dragon, the small cold flames emerging from Duwaqin's left hand seemed to be melting through time and space. And it seemed to have infinite gravitational force, which firmly attracted Salokniel's sight.
Saloknir shook his head hard and broke free from the restraints. At the critical moment, he could no longer care about anything and shouted out in dragon language: "Iiz (ice), Slen (flesh), Nus (eagle)——"
It is the third dragon roar: ice form. Freeze and imprison enemies.
Before the last eye could reach the ground, I saw an aurora whizzing towards me, like a rainbow piercing the sun and heading straight into my throat. Put the last sound directly into the dragon's mouth.
Saloknir's eyes widened with anger as he was deep-throated to the extreme, with tears streaming down his face.
The already huge dragon body inflated like air into a dragon skin air bag larger than the Storm Outlook. Just when he was about to explode and die, he suddenly heard a fart sound.
"puff--"
As if by magic, the dragon skin air bag suddenly disappeared.
Accompanied by the magic light flying around like flames, a frightened black-haired beauty was trembling (?) and staggering up from the bow of the ship.
"Oh my god..." The shock in the heart of Blade Guild Delphine, who had witnessed the whole process, was still higher than the frightened black-haired beauty.
"No, no, no!" He subconsciously glanced at the uneven, exquisitely carved, fleshy and bone-like structures that could be broken by blowing bullets: "If you increase it by one point, it will be too long; if you decrease it by one point, it will be too short; if it is powdered, it will be too white; if it is applied with Zhu, it will be too white." Red; her eyebrows are like green feathers, her muscles are like white snow; her waist is like a bunch of silk, and her teeth are like shells; her charming smile fascinates Yangcheng and fascinates Cai's female body. The black-haired beauty is hysterical, using both hands and feet (=_=) regardless of her. Pounced towards Wu Chen.
However, he was instantly imprisoned by the magic ring engraved on his body by the magic light. She tried her best but could not break free from the shackles of the ring. The black-haired beauty could only kill with her eyes: "Duwaqin! My master will eat your soul in Sognard!"
"So, Alduin escaped to Sognard?" Wu Chen stepped forward with a smile, and raised the woman's chin slightly frivolously. Standing down from a high position, he met her eyes.
"This is not a real battle, Duwakein!" The woman's stubborn expression was the only remaining struggle and resistance.
"No, Saloknir." The lord's sharp gaze seemed to pierce his graceful body back and forth over and over again: "Your future battles will be under my crotch."
What the lord said was, "If I lose, I am willing to become your new spaceship" Saloknir's oath. However, Delphine, the blade guild leader who heard the implication, was so enlightened that he shuddered and woke up: "Sir, this is what you said about dragonborn and dragons, different endings."
"Indeed." Wu Chen smiled and let go, signaling Mrs. Gisei Siying to escort the distraught Saloknir out of the cabin.
"So the magic light cannon is not for slaying dragons, but for..." Blade Guild President Delphine was unable to describe it.
"'Magic Light Ring': 'Crimson Dragon Heart Ring' + 'Ismir Ring' + 'Ancient Dragon Life Ring' + 'Golden Tree Ring' + 'Psychic Bracelet'. "Wu Chen's attitude of not hiding anything from Delphine is very thought-provoking.
It's a pity that except for the housekeeper who knew it well, the Blade President Delphine herself didn't understand it at all.
"The "Ismir Ring"... is it a magic ring that turns a dragon into a human form? "Guild Leader Blade suddenly woke up. "Ismir" means the northern dragon in dragon language. It is also an important part of transforming the dragon into human form.
"Yes, that's it." Wu Chen nodded happily.
The warm rain and the blizzard disappeared together, and the sky became clear.
"Master, the town of Kynesgrove is just ahead. Do you want to go down and have a look?" Captain Monica asked with a smile. The biggest dragon crisis was solved and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay. I heard that the nearby Steamscorch Mine Camp produces extremely high-quality malachite." Wu Chen nodded with a smile. Now that we are here, how can we enter the Treasure Mountain and come back empty? Besides, going to a nearby pub for a drink is also the best way to relax after a long journey. After all, the goal has been achieved, and there is no rush to go back.
There is a Braidwood Inn in the Kenai Forest. Although the daily customers are miners from the Searing Stream Mine, occasionally Skyrim travelers passing by stop here. Thanks to the mine, business is pretty good.
Fortunately, Saloknir was resurrected not long ago, and both the Braided Branch Inn and the Searing Stream Mine are still alive. When Wu Chen and his party arrived, the hotel owner and his family were still unaware that the Ancient Dragon Hill had turned into a deep pit. The dragon Saroknir buried in the tomb was just resurrected by Alduin last night. Early this morning, the lord used "Magic Light Transformation" to transform into a beautiful dragon lady. Naturally, the dragon attack didn't happen in time.
I was used to drinking Ximu's gin, but the Nord mead brewed by Xueman in the Braided Inn seemed lackluster. There hasn't been anything interesting recently. After drinking the mead in the cup, Wu Chen left the gold coins and was about to stand up and leave. The heavy hotel door was suddenly kicked open by someone: "Haha, I finally hunted you!"
A huge snow bear was still by the fire pond after being severely beaten by the hunter.
The Nord female warrior moved her shoulders, making the Lord's eyes light up.
"My lord, her name is Klija Wolf-Claw, and she is a Stormcloak from Bruma." The owner of Braided Branch Inn had been looking forward to this belated meeting. Even the low-quality mead and boring rumors are all for the sake of exaltation: "It is said that a duel called "Civil War Champion" was recently launched between the Stormcloaks and the Imperial Legion, and the winning side will receive the Windhelm. Ownership of the city. Collect five snow bear skins and give them to Yrsarald Thrice-Pierced, the commander of the Stormcloaks in the East, to become the champion of the Stormcloaks."
Ulfric Stormcloak was originally the Lord of Windhelm. Apparently after the main force of the Imperial Legion stationed in Helgen Fortress was defeated by the dragon attack in Dugu City, the Stormcloaks were not in a hurry to storm the fortresses and fortresses defended by the remaining Imperial forces. Instead, a kind of warrior duel that the Nord people love to see is used to decide the ownership of cities and fortresses. This was an offer that both parties could not refuse. As mentioned before, honorary duel is a tradition of the Nords since ancient times. As long as you face it bravely, victory or defeat will not be degrading. As the Stormcloak side, if you win, you can regain the lost ground without losing any blood; if you lose, you can retreat boldly and recharge your batteries for the coming winter. Similarly, as the Imperial Expeditionary Force, if you win, you can survive the winter safely and wait for General Tullius' army to relieve the siege; if you lose, you can leave boldly without worrying about being ambushed and framed by the Stormcloaks.
With that said, the owner of the Braided Branch Inn took out another poster "Civil War Champions": "In the endless war, the Stormcloaks and the Empire agreed to a duel. The two champions will meet on the battlefield to decide once and for all who will win. The warriors are the fiercest. Choose your side, put on the armor of a champion and prove your mettle.”
"Okay." The heavy bag of money thrown out by the lord showed that he was satisfied with his service.
