"I gladly accept your challenge." Saloknir lowered his figure slightly, stared at Wu Chen and spoke in Nordic: "Human form of dragon blood, Duwa Kein. 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 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 gravity, and it actually firmly attracted Saloknir'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 three stages of dragon roar: ice form. Freezing and imprisoning the enemy.

Before the final spitting eye landed, an aurora roared towards the dragon's mouth like a rainbow piercing the sun, directly blocking the last sound in the dragon's mouth.

Saloknir's eyes widened in 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 as he was about to explode and die, he suddenly heard a fart sound.

"puff--"

As if by magic, the dragon skin airbag suddenly disappeared.

Accompanied by the magic light flying around like flames, a frightened long-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 witnessed the whole process, was still higher than the shock of the long-haired beauty.

"No, no, no!" He subconsciously glanced at the concave and convex, exquisitely carved, with bones and flesh all stopped, and could be broken with a blow: "If it is increased by one point, it is too long, if it is reduced by one point, it is too short; if it is powdered, it will be too white, and 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 confuses Yangcheng and fascinates Cai's female body. The long-haired beauty is hysterical, using both hands and feet (=_=) regardless of it.

Pounced towards Wu Chen.

However, she was instantly imprisoned by the magic ring engraved on her body by the magic light. She tried her best and could not break free from the shackles of the magic ring. The long-haired beauty could only kill people with her eyes: "Duwakein! My master will be eaten in Songgard."

Your soul!"

"So, Alduin escaped to Sognard?" Wu Chen stepped forward with a smile, raised the woman's chin slightly frivolously, and looked down at her, making eye contact with her.

"This is not a real battle, Duwakein!" The woman's stubborn expression was the only remaining sign of struggle and resistance.

"No, Saloknir." The lord's sharp eyes 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 greatly and woke up:

"Sir, this is what you call the dragonborn and the dragon, different endings."

"That's true." 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 Shaped Ring' + 'Ancient Dragon Life Ring' + 'Golden Tree Ring' + 'Psychic Bracelet'." Wu Chen had nothing to say about Delphine.

The concealment attitude is very thought-provoking.

It's a pity that except for the housekeeper who knew it very well, the Blade President Delphine herself didn't understand it at all.

"The "Ismir Ring"...is a magic ring that turns a giant dragon into a human form?" President Blade suddenly realized. "Ismir" means the northern dragon in dragon language. It also transforms a giant dragon.

An important part of the 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 smiled and nodded. Now that he is here, how can he enter Baoshan and return empty-handed? Let's go to a nearby tavern.

Having 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 Kinai Forest. Although the daily customers are miners from the Searing Stream Mine, occasionally Skyrim travelers who pass by stop here. Thanks to the mine, business is pretty good.

Fortunately, not long after Saloknir was resurrected, Braided Branch Inn and Searing Stream Mine were still alive and well. When Wu Chen and his party arrived, the innkeeper and his family were still unaware that the Ancient Dragon Hill had turned into a deep pit and was buried.

The giant dragon Saloknir 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. Dragon Attack Naturally

It didn't happen in time.

After being used to drinking gin from Ximu, the Nord mead brewed by Xueman in the Braided Inn seemed lackluster. There has been nothing interesting recently. After drinking the mead in the cup, Wu Chen left the gold coins behind.

He was about to stand up and say goodbye. The heavy hotel door was suddenly kicked open by someone: "Haha, I finally caught you!"

A huge snow bear was still by the fire pond after being beaten heavily 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 the Braided Branch Inn had been looking forward to this belated meeting for a long time. Even the poor mead and

The boring rumors are all for the sake of promotion and suppression: "It is said that a duel called "Civil War Champion" was recently launched between the Stormcloaks and the Imperial Legion. The winning side will obtain the ownership of Windhelm City. Collect five

If you give a snow bear skin to Yrsarald Thrice-Pierced, the commander of the Stormcloaks in the East, you will become the champion of the Stormcloaks."

Ulfric Stormcloak was originally the lord of Windhelm City. Apparently after the main force of the Imperial Legion stationed in Helgen Fortress was defeated in Dugu City due to the dragon attack, the Stormcloak was not in a hurry to attack the strongholds and fortresses defended by the remaining Imperial troops. Instead.

Use a kind of warrior duel that the Nords love to see to decide the ownership of cities and fortresses. This is an irresistible offer for both sides. As mentioned before, honorary duel is a tradition of the Nords since ancient times. As long as the brave face

Yes, winning or losing will not be disgraceful. 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 in the coming winter. Similarly, as the Imperial Expeditionary Force, if you win, you can

Survive this winter safely and wait for General Tullius's 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.”
Chapter completed!