My name is Akatosh,
Hmm...dragon war?
——4E, 201, Hearth Moon, 10th, 13:07——
The blizzard that raged near Winterfort only lasted less than a day. Just after noon, the dark clouds in the sky had completely dispersed, and even the wind had completely stopped. Babas was throwing himself outside the inn like a real local dog. Have fun in the snow - or can you say that you are too deep into the drama?
Many farmers and hired hands began to clear the snow, but only in necessary places such as roads, rooftops, wells, and fields planted with cold-resistant crops. Almost all travelers who were blocked by the sudden blizzard yesterday were leaving as quickly as possible, even if anyone noticed Arthur and his party, who were obviously the most anxious at the time, were not in the queue and would not pay any extra attention to this.
"Woof woof!" Babas seemed to have had enough fun. After shaking his fur, he ran onto a path behind the hotel that had not yet been cleaned.
"Well... this height should be enough, but the problem is that if we jump directly, we might throw you down, but we can't take off first. There are still many residents of Winterfort outside."
At the end of the path was a square - or half, the other half had fallen to the bottom of the abyss that Arthur was looking at now a few years ago.
Although the Nords are generally heroic and open-minded, or short-sighted, they cannot easily ignore the terrible disaster of the "Great Collapse". Not many people are willing to get close to the edges of those cliffs, so Arthur's search for a take-off location is also difficult. Not noticed.
The accident was delayed by a snowstorm for a whole day. If the three Farkas brothers braved the snow to move forward, Arthur would definitely be late if he took the land route according to the original route, which would give the silver-handed vampires a chance to detect and respond. , the only choice is——
"Wow! The humans in Winterfort were busy clearing the snow and didn't pay attention here. As long as you don't fly too high." Babas swung his tail.
"Okay," Arthur waved for Ella and Lydia to step back, and then whispered: "[Kaan Drem Ov]!"
The body glowed red, the outline became blurred, and then gradually grew larger and deformed. Arthur finally transformed into a giant red dragon crawling on the ground.
"I can only say that this color is too conspicuous in the world of ice and snow. If you are white, you may not be discovered even if you fly directly over Winterfort." Ella, who has seen Arthur transform several times, is familiar with the road. Climbed up.
"Okay, so where are the armor and packages?" Lydia, who saw the transformation process up close for the first time, was stunned for a moment, and then she imitated Ella's movements and climbed onto the dragon's back.
"Maybe it has become a part of the body? At least I have never seen anyone lose their clothes after becoming a werewolf." Ella found that Lydia didn't seem to need help, so she reached out and pulled Barbas up.
"[(Dragon language) Hold on tight.]" Arthur unfolded his dragon will, took two steps and then glided directly from the edge of the cliff. He did not flap his wings again to stabilize the height until he was sure that he would not be seen by the people in Winterhold.
Entering the "Great Collapse" area, the group could feel the care of Winterfort from the Mage Academy - the strong wind that came from the Sea of the Dead, carrying the salty smell and water vapor, could not be felt by Winterfort at this moment.
"I guess the Mage Academy must have noticed the Baron -" Lydia grabbed the dragon scales and said loudly as the sea breeze roared.
"They already knew it - otherwise why would they tell us the 'straight-line distance' from Winterhold to Sgramor's Tomb?" Ella responded.
Babas was lying on the dragon's back as a whole dog and didn't dare to move.
The Tomb of Sgrammer is located on the seaside in the far north of Skyrim Province. It is also the landing settlement where Sgrammer brought five hundred heroes to the Tamriel continent. However, due to thousands of years of sea erosion and major collapse, Its location is gradually approaching the seaside. If the current situation does not change, this Tomb of Heroes will sink into the Sea of the Dead within two hundred years.
On the extension of the road from Winterfort to Sgramer's Tomb, there is another important location, the "Septin's Apocalypse Forward Base". Arthur recalled the one lent to him by Zera Pesh. Several books, all authored by a man named "Septim Sigris".
This man is a genius to a certain extent. He came up with this idea through the Ancient Scroll materials that have appeared in history and are actually recorded, as well as the reading records leaked by the White Gold Tower, the empire's authoritative institution for studying the Elder Scrolls, and folklore from various places. a conclusion.
The so-called "Elder Scrolls" are things that were born the moment the world was created. They record all the information about the world's past, present and future. What can be read from them can be completely certain of its authenticity, but is that information actually there? Whether it works, whether it meets expectations, and whether it can afford the price of reading the information are all unknown.
Since there are more than one copy of them, even if the answer cannot be found in one of the scrolls, there is no guarantee that it is not found in the other scrolls, so they are collected by forces who consider them valuable, threatening, or simply curious.
At the end of the book, the author admitted that he had discovered an Elder Scroll in a Dwemer ruins, but had to give up because he was not qualified to read it. Now he is studying a treasure trove of knowledge left by a dwarf in his forward base. , in order to be able to interpret the scroll.
Therefore, what Arthur has to do now is to go to the Tomb of Sgramer to join Farkas and the others to recast Uthrald. During this period, he will find an opportunity to stop by Septim's advanced base to ask about that ruins. clues, and look for opportunities to explore after the Silver Hand is completely eliminated.
If nothing else happens.
——13:45——
"Damn it! Farkas! This is the third time I've said this in two days. Can't you stop causing trouble all the time? My brother!" Wells complained loudly while running wildly on the snow.
"I was just asking for directions after escaping from that damn dwarf ruins! Who knew that guy dressed like a noble could be a vampire! He also attracted a damn dragon!" Farkas followed closely and responded not to be outdone. road.
"Save the energy of arguing." Wilkas walked easily and could still look back at the sky: "That guy is just a summoned object. Let's just wait for it to disappear on its own."
Choking - with a huge roar, a dragon flame full of death swept across, and the rings who had been prepared for it nimbly avoided its path.
It was an undead dragon that was pitiful and pitiful, with many damaged scales and exposed internal skeleton. Its body was covered with a layer of black translucent light film, making it look even weirder.
"That guy said something about 'let you humans taste the wrath of having your plans always ruined', but I don't remember ever destroying that vampire's conspiracy - is it a member of the Silver Hand?" Farkas turned around and glanced at the thread. The dragon glanced at it, then ran faster.
"Just like we can't distinguish the faces of zombies, it's probably not easy for vampires to distinguish humans." Wilkas replied while running: "There must be a hero who exposes and destroys its evil conspiracy."
"Now I just hope that hero can fall from the sky——"
bump! Boom!
When the ghost dragon was preparing for its next attack, a huge red dragon rushed from a distance and hit its head viciously. Then the two dragons fell to the ground on the snowy field at the same time.
"Look, the hero you want." Wilkas and his brothers stopped and pointed to the red dragon.
"Are you okay? Why did you meet it here? Have you seen the summoner?" At this time, Ella, who was put down by Arthur in the air, slowly landed.
"A vampire mage," Wilkas replied, "left the dragon behind and fled."
"Even if it is unintentional, the whereabouts have been completely exposed. After Arthur ends the battle, we must rush to the Tomb of Sgramer immediately." Lydia said while looking at the battlefield.
The ghost dragon used all its strength to break away from the red dragon's attack, and then swung its tail. The red dragon raised its wings to block the slap, and then leaned over again to knock down the ghost dragon who lost his balance after using his tail.
"[(Dragon Language) Why is it you again!]" The two dragons fought in silence for two rounds before the other party realized it was Arthur.
"[(Dragon language) I also want to ask this question,]" Since Arthur was in dragon form at this time, he could already understand and answer dragon language: "[This is the second time we meet, Duneville, But you are still at a disadvantage.】"
They continued to fight while arguing. Duneville flapped his damaged wings and tried to breathe out. Arthur dodged and waved his claws to cut a huge gash in Duneville's shriveled wings, almost destroying that half of the wing. Break at the waist.
"[(Dragon Language) Haha, it's useless. I'm not using physical power. And no matter what kind of damage I get, it will be restored as before as long as I summon it again." Although the wings were severely damaged, Duneville's movements seemed not to be affected at all. Influenced, he was still making sarcastic remarks.
"[(Dragon Language) What about the psychological damage?]" Arthur said. Before the other party could respond, he waved his claws and tore off the half-broken wing with a squeak.
The huge wings turned into pale bones when they separated from the ghost dragon's body, and fell heavily to the ground, stirring up large amounts of snow.
"[(Dragon Language) You, you dare!]" the ghost dragon Duneville roared angrily.
"[(Dragon Language) Logically speaking, your current state should be death, but I can't absorb the dragon soul. This can only prove that there is 'something' protecting you,]" Arthur changed the target of his attack to Wings and scales of the ghost dragon: "[I don't know what it is, but if it hits you hard, it will probably weaken its effect.]"
Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk
The ghost dragon's various magics aimed at the soul were completely ineffective for some reason, and the entire battle was simply one-sided.
While Arthur was avoiding the ghost dragon's claws and breath that might threaten him, he was trying to protect Duneville's wings, scales and other parts that might fall off. After a few rounds, he almost killed a "ghost dragon" that barely looked like a dragon. Be ripped into a "bone dragon".
"I didn't know Arthur had such a ferocious side." The members of the comrades watching the battle from a distance fell into a daze, and Farkas murmured.
"After all, he is a hunter." Ella looked proud for some reason.
"[(Dragon Language) The next time we meet, it will be your death!]" When Duneville's summoning time finally ended, it threatened viciously.
"[(Dragon Language) What a coincidence, I thought so too.]" Arthur snorted and watched the almost fragmented ghost dragon disappear into the emerging magic circle.
