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My name is Akatosh,

Is Auduin changing his name to Smith?

——4E, 201, the month of the fire, 25th, 17: 04——

Near the Morning Star City in the northwest of Skyrim Province.

As a mining city, it ’s natural for miners to dig holes in the surrounding mountains for prospecting, and it ’s normal to dig out things like Nord tombs, dwarf ruins, elven temples, etc. After digging through an underground karst cave that looks nothing, miners will only mark the area a little bit, bypass it and continue digging.

"You haven't let them go so easily before." There was a sound in a dark cave.

"You also said that it was before." Another voice responded.

It's dark, just for humans, and in the eyes of some other species, the light looming from the torch in the tunnel is enough for them to see everything in the cave, such as elves or vampires.

Hakon is still the image of an old-school aristocrat who has everything under control, but the lingering burnt smell makes this image seem quite funny, and Hern is still dressed as an ordinary miner in Morning Star City, but "ordinary miner" is not Will leave so many dragon claw marks on his body and still be safe.

"What are you going to do next? Continue to grab the Elder Scrolls?" Hearn said again: "If you still need help, I will not refuse, but Duneville's injury is a bit too heavy this time, and I should not respond to the call for the time being. . "

"Ha! Grab it?" Hakon's tone ridiculed. "The silver hands were useless. Their hatred of the comrades-in-arms made them completely ignore the baron's doubts. If I really thought he was at best. It ’s a werewolf and shot, so now you can copy a copy of your misfortune-so, before we make sure that we have a way to deal with that "dragon descent", temporarily keep watch. "

"You are the boss." Hearn answered indifferently.

"[Choke—]" A huge and dull dragon roar sounded outside, and the two vampires froze for a moment.

"Actually chased?" Hakon frowned. "We walked from the secret road, and did not pass the ruins of the dwarves, so we can catch up?"

"No, the roar is different, let's look at it first," said Hearn, and a group of bats flew out of the vent connected to the surface of the cave.

——17: 19——

"[Dead! Dragon-born?]"

The huge black wings obscured the evening sky, and the frightened miners hid in the mine, while the guards of the Morning Star waited in array with short bows and shields that were obviously useless, although this black dragon, which was more than half the size of the ordinary dragon, was just Intercepting a cargo wagon, but who knows it will not aim at Morningstar after destroying that wagon?

So, at a moment when everyone was nervous, some hesitation in the dragon's roar was ignored.

"Yo ~ (Peach)" Cicero sat on a carriage carrying huge wooden boxes and said to Auduin: "Are you looking for me? Black Dragon ~ (square)"

He pulled the reins twice, but the two horses pulling the cart were frightened by Long Wei, and they dared not stand up at all, so he waved boringly to the sky.

"[Dragon descent? No, it feels only half, this situation ... how is it possible?]" The dragon roared low, but since no one nearby understood the Dragon language, its words sounded like a threat. Growl.

"If you are here for trouble, do it immediately, or mouth? I'm good to fight back ~ (Spades)" Cicero rolled his eyes at the Black Dragon: "You guy scared my horse. (Plum)"

"[Anyway-]" The dragon seemed to finally make up his mind and slowly opened his mouth.

"Hey, hey ~ (Spades)" Facing the turbulent dragon's breath in the mouth of the dragon, Cicero began to pull something invisible in his hand with a strange smile.

Bear-The scorching breath came down from the sky, and Cicero flew up as if he was bounced away, and changed his trajectory in the air and landed straight on the back of the dragon. Several cuts were made between the scales.

"[Roar!]" The black dragon rolled suddenly, seemingly intending to lift Cicero down, but the clown's hands were firmly fixed on the dragon's back as if pulling some invisible reins.

"Hah!" He laughed: "I heard that in ancient times there seemed to be a unit of" Dragon Cavalry "~ (红桃)"

For most creatures-except those with shells on the back-the back is a relatively fragile part, especially for all dragons with fighting power on the front. The black dragon finds that the roll is invalid and starts to use high altitude The speed descent and the way of rubbing the back on the giant rock to drive Cicero away, but it still has no effect.

In the beginning, the guards of Morningstar also applauded, but as this tumbling and crashing battle gradually approached the city, the guards' faces began to pale.

"That warrior! If you can solve it, please as soon as possible-" a guard captain shouted with courage: "We can't let it get close to the city, if the distance is shortened, we will shoot arrows-"

boom! Wow-the captain of the guard was bloodied.

He blinked in confusion, and then vaguely recalled what had just happened: the warrior in the clown costume forcibly controlled the black dragon's steering when he just started shouting, smashing it straight toward the ground, and then when he was about to hit Suddenly jumped-with the faucet that had just fallen, the captain of the guard who was caught off guard was sprayed.

"Well ... Thank you for your help to Morningstar," the captain wiped his face and looked at the wagon with a large box in the distance: "Do you want to move to Morningstar? We are happy to help."

"No no no ~ (square)" Cicero landed with the faucet and shook his finger at him: "I bought a tomb and was about to take the 'mother' to be placed. This is a good decoration Product. (Peach) "

"Ahaha ... you really have a vision ..." The captain echoed dryly. Isn't the grave the best in Falkreath? It is probably here that the sound of being dug into the tunnel is only awakening every day.

"Team, Captain." Several other guards suddenly exclaimed, and right in front of them, the dragon's body turned to gray-brown as if stained, no, not so much as "change", it is better to say this It was its original appearance, the appearance of the black dragon was fake.

"Huh? (Plum)" The clown also noticed this, so he lifted the faucet in his hand, and it turned to gray-brown at a rapid rate under the eyes of everyone.

——17: 44——

Rift Valley suburbs, aerial.

It was not too difficult for Arthur to leap a dog into a certain territory. Especially for him now, the amount of food that needs to be replenished is only enough to fill the dragon's appetite.

Fly to the place called "Dark Crypt" by Babas, find a lady who had dealt with Devil God, and then bring it back. The plan is very simple, and there is no sign of possible destruction.

However, it was destroyed.

As a human being, Arthur is not without the experience of being surrounded by many enemies when fighting down to earth, whether they are beasts, skeletons, or vampires, but that is still basically a plane.

Now he is surrounded by a network of giant dragons from top to bottom, left and right, and roughly counted about 30 or so. There are all kinds of red dragons, black dragons, green dragons, and bronze dragons. Where is it, if they are seen by the blade warriors who always want to find the dragon, they will ... well, turn around and run.

"[Uh, how are you?]" Arthur tried to communicate with them. After all, there are the examples of Sullonier, Sophie, and even Patunax. If communication can be used to solve problems, it is best-although not big Possible look.

Long Qun was silent, not responding to Arthur's words.

Guru Guru—The red dragon closest to Arthur has ripples all over its body, and its image has begun to change in a weird way, as if the clay sculpture that has been formed is refilled with water and changed into a new one. Form, after the end of the fluctuation, the red dragon becomes a black dragon slightly larger than its original volume.

"[Dead! Dragon Descent!]" The black dragon that used to be a red dragon roared, and then flew over with a big caliber.

Boom! boom! "Black Dragon" bounced back at a faster rate than the rush, hitting the mountain below firmly.

"[Hmm ... how to say? If you are all at this level, you can't beat me.]" Arthur withdrew his extended claws.

Guru Guru-"[Dead! Dragon Descent!]" X2

The two dragons with different skin colors turned into the same black dragon and attacked Arthur at the same time.

Boom, pop! The two black dragons fell hard.

Grumbling ... ordinary dragons once again transformed into weird black dragons.

"[I said this is useless ...]" Arthur found that the group of dragons that besieged him seemed to have no sense of communication at all, and only mechanically shouted "Dead, Dragonborn" to kill by instinct.

Such enemies have no pressure on Arthur, who has been able to perfectly control the incarnation of the dragon, even if they all eventually become the image of the weird black dragon-most likely Auduin.

Although more than thirty dragons sound powerful, they are similar to the problems on the ground. They still have only a few hands when they siege the same target, and this instinctive bite and claw shot are very easy. It was cracked by Arthur one by one. If they really swarmed up, it would be easy to be dragged to fight each other.

Eventually, more than thirty black dragons returned to their initial formation, encircling Arthur from a distance, neither attacking nor evacuating.

"[Hey! Auduin, are you Auduin?" "Arthur tried to move, but they always followed themselves as if they were perfect mirrors, so they tried to talk to the controller behind them:" [I think we need to talk Talk about it—】 ”

"[There is nothing to talk about, Dragon Descent.]" More than thirty black dragons said uniformly: "['Evil of this World' must be eliminated.]"

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