—4E, 201, Last Seed, 17th, 9:00 a.m.

Arthur...... King of the Dragons?

The pen in Hadava's hand paused, looking at the blonde youth in front of him, and he didn't know whether to record it for a while.

In the territory of Phocles, this hunter named Arthur is still a little famous, after all, he can hunt some fierce beasts that ordinary hunters dare not try, such as snow bears and snow tigers, if he had reported his full name when he sold his prey, he would probably be more well-known.

But now that such an exaggerated name has been reported on this occasion, it is hard to imagine that the Imperial soldiers who did not close their eyes for days and nights in order to catch the storm cloak would have a spare sense of humor.

"Poof...... Hahaha-" "What's that?" "Talos is on top."

Sure enough, it was the Stormcloaked Soldiers who were laughing, which only made the grumpy female captain take the name as a deliberate provocation - not even her real name.

"What to do, Captain, he's not on the list we have." Hadava turned to ask the female captain who had just walked back.

As General Tulius' bodyguard and clerk, Hadava knew very well that the Storm Cloak leader was able to capture the leader of the Cloak this time because there was an inner ghost in their ranks.

Otherwise, no one would have imagined that they would leave the fastest route in the north and choose to return to their sphere of influence by detouring through the mountains of the south.

"Don't worry about it, the people in the Storm Cloak won't carve words on the door of their heads, just like that." The captain, who seemed to have the blood of the Red Guards, had not rested since her departure, and it is said that she had been promoted by Governor Ricky against the influence of the people, and that she had strived to be watertight in everything, or rather, ruthless.

"I'm so sorry, I'll send you back—" Hadava said halfway through, only to find Arthur staring straight at the female captain beside him, without the hatred in his eyes that had just been pronounced, if not mistaken, it was...... Commiseration?

"What are you looking at!" The female captain was seen to be furious, maybe she saw too many hateful eyes, but being stared at like a dying person still made her thunderous: "Prepare for execution!" The first one is you! 'Dragon King'! ”

"Bang!"

Hadava saw Arthur rush forward suddenly, knocking the female captain away and quickly rolling away from his original position, he subconsciously drew his sword, but in the next moment he saw a blazing line of fire falling from the sky sweeping, burning the ground where the female captain was standing just now into a scorched earth, and at the same time, a terrifying roar sounded overhead.

“【Yol Toor Shul——】”

A huge, black, terrifying, terrifying monster with scales and huge wings that was even larger than a watchtower crouched at the top of the watchtower, its mouth still burning with the remnants of flames, staring at the burning houses and the chaotic crowd below with its blood-red eyes.

That's - dragon!

Ancient legends have it that dragons soared through the sky and wreaked havoc, and the ancestors of the Nords finally killed them all after many hardships and sacrifices, and the giant "dragon tombs" in various places are the places where their bones are buried.

However, everyone present had only seen them in murals and book illustrations, and it was impossible to defeat such a giant monster - at least with the flimsy dagger and the weak longbow in their hands.

"Kill that monster!" The female captain was the first to react, drawing her sword out of her sheath and shouting loudly, but this also revealed that she didn't know this former sky overlord at all.

Boom, boom, boom, several arrows flew towards the black dragon, unmistakably blocked by its hard scales, doing nothing but to attract the dragon's gaze.

"Idiot!" Hadava heard Arthur's voice behind him, and he swung his arm to cut the rope from the sword he was holding, and then snatched his sword and shield with the precision and effectiveness of a seasoned hunter.

"Yol—" The dragon breathed out a breath of fire at the Imperial soldiers who dared to shoot arrows at it, and the archers scattered in all directions, two unlucky ghosts who could not escape, one of whom was knocked out of the way by Arthur, while the other was completely protected by him raising his shield.

"Let's go!" Arthur shouted, "Get out of town!" Or find a cellar nearby! Don't attract the attention of that dragon! ”

He dropped the iron shield that had been roasted red by the dragon flames and had even begun to melt, and raised his sword to aim at the huge black dragon that was also staring at him.

“【Toor Shul！ The dragon spewed out a surging flame breath again, Arthur rolled out of the way, and more houses burst into flames.

Hadava noticed that General Tulius had left with some of the Imperial soldiers with the Ambassador Somo, while the female captain was evacuating the inhabitants with the rest of the soldiers, and that the Storm Cloak had all fled with Ufrik......

"Larov? Why are you still here? Hadava frowned at the "fellow" who had quietly touched his longbow on his back, and although he was slightly relieved that he didn't have to cut off his head, he still couldn't let go of his joining the Stormcloak.

"Just kidding, that's a legendary dragon," Larov took off his longbow and aimed it at the black dragon on the watchtower, "If you don't teach it a lesson, it's not fun to destroy a town, and fly to Creek Town......"

"Larov, you-"

"It doesn't matter if you burn down your blacksmith's shop, if you burn down my family's sawmill, you'll be in trouble."

"—you're a bastard."

Boom! Ralov's arrow hit the dragon's claws on the tower, and the black dragon turned its head as if intending to breathe at them, but the tower, which was already fragile from the constant breathing, collapsed in an instant, and the dragon, which was leaning and falling because of its own weight, spread its wings in vain and fell into a cloud of rubble.

"Well done." Arthur ran over and returned the somewhat hot iron sword to Hadava: "But this can only buy a little time, let's get away quickly, I just found out that there is a cellar over there." ”

The ruins of the watchtower exploded violently, and the black dragon, which had not been buried too deeply, soared into the air, spewing a sea of blazing fire and chasing after the three of them, but they hid in time to a building made entirely of stone, and when it hit the ground, it slammed and destroyed the entrance to the building, but it could not enter due to its size, and finally began to destroy the remaining buildings of the empty Helgen in anger.

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Larov decided to try to recruit Arthur.

This hunter is athletic, fearless, witty, and has a grudge against the Empire, and it would be best if he could draw him into his camp.

For example, the cellar now looks like a prison that Helgen hadn't used in a long time, and when both he and Hadava thought it was a dead end, Arthur used a short sword to knock around the wall for a moment, and then started to smash a large hole in the wall, revealing the underground passage behind it.

It was a shallow underground river that flowed through a naturally formed cave, and the walls of the cellar opened right by the river.

"Sometimes hunting inevitably leads to the Nord ruins, and I have some experience with the distribution of pathways," he explains, "and this is supposed to be some kind of escape door, but the switch is broken and can only be smashed." ”

What the hell is hunting to get into the Nord ruins......

As the earliest inhabitants of Skyrim and Tamarel, the Nords left behind numerous ancient ruins, many of which were used as ordinary houses, but many more were used as shelters by wild animals and bandits.

"So, based on your experience, should this be able to reach the surface?" Larov asked as he walked up the slope of the underground cave.

"It should, but the 'master' here doesn't seem to intend to let us leave easily." Arthur frowned, took two steps forward and raised his sword.

"It's the Frost Spider—" Hadava, who had replaced a shield in the previous cellar, was also on top.

Having lost his chance, Larov regained his longbow and aimed at the five or six eight-legged monsters that had descended from the top of the cave in front of him.

Adapted to the extreme cold weather in the sky, the spider became huge, covered in a thick layer of down, and was too large to weave a web, eventually turning into a strange and venomous creature that could only aim at the eye or hit the torso with a blunt object.

"Medium!" After Larov's arrows killed a spider, he found that the remaining spiders had been completely wiped out by Arthur like chopping melons and vegetables, and the shield-wielding Hadava had completely failed to achieve anything.

I won, and he lip-synced Hawada, who turned his head straight away.

"There should be quite a few more in the future, I'll go ahead." Arthur nodded to the two of them and continued on his way.

Cutting spiders so neatly that he didn't know how to cut people, Larov followed Arthur, who had somehow become the leader of this small team, and began to try to organize language as he went.

"Stop, slow down." After destroying a few more spiders, the cave sloped upwards and upwards, and Larov could even hear the howling wind, which proved that they were approaching the surface, and as they were about to open their mouths, Arthur suddenly crouched down and motioned for the two of them, belonging to the Empire and the Stormcloak, to stop.

The front suddenly widened, and the exit was even closer, but there was a snow bear lying on the way, which apparently regarded the cave as its own den, and although it was far away, it was conservatively estimated to be twice as long as a normal person.

"Give me the bow, and you stand back." Arthur took the longbow and arrow from Larov and aimed at the bear from a distance.

Oop, poof, poof, Arthur fired three arrows in succession, and then completely ignored the results of the battle, rolling and hiding where the two were hiding.

"Whew-" The snow bear's fur was too thick to kill in a single hit, and all that Larov could hear was the bear's angry roar, slapping the stone walls around it, but he couldn't find the attacker at all.

"It's a pity." Arthur reopened his bow: "The value of such bearskins will decrease." ”

"We don't have time to peel the skin." Hadava whispered.

"Indeed, you have to tell the lord about the appearance of dragons here." Arthur poked out of cover and fired three more arrows at the bear.

"Roar-" This time it was not good luck, the location was discovered by the snow bear, and it rushed in a rage with the arrows on its body.

"This is the last arrow." "Ready to fight, Hadava," Larov said. ”

"Don't command me." Hadava raised his fur shield in one hand and touched the mace he had brought out with the other.

"Not necessarily." Arthur drew his bow and arrow, and flew out, the last arrow striking the snow bear in the eye, and it fell with a crash just one step away from Arthur.

"You should go join the Stormcloak/Imperial Legion!" Larov and Hadava said in unison, then glared at each other.

"Hmm...... I don't think I'll go," Arthur looked up at the void after killing the snow bear, "I might have some other 'mission'. ”