The plains of the Snowman's Territory gave the Dire more room to play, and at the speed of Dalcula's orders, the horse had already reached Ivasteide at dusk. It has to be said that at full speed, the speed of this horse is several streets behind the Skyrim horse. Not to mention its near-infinite endurance support, which allows him to maintain high speeds all the way.

It is worth mentioning that when the Xueman Collar Road bypassed the foot of the Horsgar Mountain, a group of robbers tried to stop Daqula, but unfortunately, Daqula, who was far from knowing the situation, had not had time to rein in the horse, and the group of robbers was hit by Dire. By the time they reacted, Dacula was already on the dust......

"So...... Dovahkiin, have you finally gotten the horn of the Wind Caller? Eingail looked at the cat man in front of him, his voice full of gentleness.

"Well, something for you......" the cat man said, taking the horn directly from his spatial ring and throwing it to Ayngail without the slightest pity. This abrupt action made the old man not react for a while, and he almost threw the horn to the ground.

"Ah...... It seems that you have learned the third spit out from this......" For Dacula's actions, Ayngail did not mean to be angry in the slightest.

"Yes......" Dacula tilted his head slightly, and his ears jumped slightly, as if trying to shake something off his ears.

"Very good...... It seems that you are growing a lot faster than we thought. Eingail nodded in satisfaction after receiving an affirmative reply from Dacula. I wanted you to study here for a while, but now it seems that our previous worries were unfounded, and our Dovahkiin still has enough talent to grow and learn from me......"

"So what you mean?"

"You've graduated, Dovahkiin, and you've successfully passed Graybeard's exam. The future Horsgay Monastery will always be open to you......"

"Wait...... I got the horn back for you, and you just let me go? Dacula's face had turned cold at this time. Although there was no expression in his cat face, from the lightly buttoned teeth and narrowed eyes, Ayngail could read everything he was trying to express.

"Aha...... Originally, I was going to teach you the third character that you can't relent, but now looking at your situation, you don't need us to teach you anymore, do you? Dovahkiil？ Ayngail was still smiling, but it didn't seem flat to Dacula. If it weren't for the fact that he had been frozen by this guy's frost to the "waiter" before, the cat man would probably have been unable to hold back at this time and shoot directly.

"Don't you have the slightest intention of wanting to compensate me?! Old guys! Dacula screamed in rage, his palms opening and closing, his fingertips snapping out and retracting.

"Ah...... Speaking of which, we really should give you a different ......" Eengail looked at the furious Dacula before he spoke slowly. "But according to your current nature, we can't teach you to look at the clear sky, and this spitting requires the user to have absolute control over this power."

"I'm not learning to have clear skies! I want a dragon break that can deal with Alduin! Dacula gritted his teeth.

"What? Dragon break? Ayngail glanced at Dacula in surprise and shook his head slightly. I don't know who told you that, but in fact we don't ...... that spit."

"And the man of the blade said, ye know! You must know! Because it was at the top of this mountain range that the three Grunod heroes had successfully killed Alduin with this spit out! Dacula's tone was full of reluctance, and it was clear that he had lost trust in the Greybeard in front of him.

"Blade! Sure enough, it's these guys! Dragonborn, you can't mess around with them anymore! These guys only know how to fight and kill all day long! ”

"They're better than you! They didn't have the power to spit out, but they were doing everything they could to fight the dragon! And what about you? After hearing Alduin's name, he quietly started to be a shrunken turtle?! As he spoke, Dalcula was already standing against Ayngail. In his roar, the spit flew into the old man's face, and of course along with the guy's bad breath.

"They don't know anything but war...... "Eingail wanted to continue, but he stopped halfway through the sentence, tilting his head slightly as if listening to something. After a few seconds, the old man's mood regained his composure: "Okay, okay...... The Prophet wants to see you and he says he can tell you everything you want to know......"

"Prophet?" Dacula suddenly remembered what he had heard on the road about the prophet of the Holy Land, and in their words, according to legend, the prophet also seemed to be a dragon.

"Right...... That's what the Prophet told me......" Ayngail said this with a tone of deference.

"Hah...... I'm a Dragonborn! Great Dragonborn! Enemies of the Dragon! You're trying to send me to a dragon right now! Do you want me to fill the dragon's belly?! Old guys! Dacula finally couldn't hold back his anger, and he pointed his index finger at Aingail, his sharp nails glistening with cold.

"You need to be calm, Dovahkiin, things are not what you think. Master Prophet Patunax is the dragon who helped the three Nord heroes in the first place, and it is with his help that the Gounod has the ability to fight against the dragon......" Eingail gently stretched out his hands, his tone full of sincerity.

"Huh! How do you want me to trust you! When I got to the dragon, whether I lived or died was not a matter of the dragon's words! With that, Dacula slowly stepped back. When he had heard that the prophets of the Greybeards were dragons, he had thought it was just false news. But just in case, he deceived Ayngail, and the conclusion he got was naturally that his heart was pounding. Think of yourself right now on the territory of a dragon, under the watchful eye of a dragon. How could this keep him from panicking! Dragon! None of these guys are good! Not to mention when they were confronted by their own Dragonborn, who was born hostile to them! That so-called prophet must have tried to trick himself into killing himself!

Looking at Dalcula's slowly retreating steps, Ayngail shook helplessly, and a powerful voice came out of his throat: "LizSlenNus!" ”