Dire was a psychic horse, and when Dacula came out of the tavern with a calm face, he unconsciously slowed down his pace and snorted constantly. However, after practicing for so long, it can still really squirt out some inexplicable liquid by plucking its nose. However, it is also a good choice for Dire who cannot speak.

"Gone, stupid horse! We must get to the Holy Land Monastery of Hosgar by tonight! The cat-man patted Dire on the neck and grabbed his reins to flip over. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Dragonborn, where are you going?"

Dacula never imagined that he would be able to recognize himself when he was away from home, let alone that someone would be so close to him and he didn't even realize it! As if he had been frightened, his hair suddenly exploded, and he jumped more than a meter above the ground and left the position just now.

The Dire was also frightened by this sound, and it raised its hooves directly at the man behind Dacula, and made a gesture of stomping!

"Oh...... A real good horse...... Be quiet...... You need to be quiet......" The uninvited guest was obviously on guard against the Dire, and as it raised its hooves, the man slowly stretched out his palm, and the invisible powder flew out of his cuffs, all of which were sucked into the Dire. And the Dire who had sucked in the powder actually put away his hooves in the next moment, and slowly fell asleep.

Dire was knocked unconscious by this guy! Dacula just saw this scene in the blink of an eye, a red-haired man in a yellow cloth robe was facing his horse with his hands, and his horse was lying on the ground and falling asleep!

"You dare!" Dacula roared angrily, directly removed the glass bow on his back, and within a second, he opened his bow and aimed fiercely at the red-haired man in front of him. "What the hell did you do to my horse?! Detoxify it! Otherwise, don't blame me for not opening my eyes! ”

"Oooh oh...... Relax, Dragonborn, I just think it's too tired and want it to sleep for a while......" The red-haired, yellow-robed man said with a kind smile as he spread his hands to Dracula.

"Goodwill? I don't see your kindness! Think I don't know without being taught?! Dire are undead! It doesn't get tired and won't sleep! Dacula still stared at the guy in front of him, not letting his guard down because of his kindness.

"Okay, okay, okay...... I can get it up, but you have to make sure this guy doesn't attack me......" The man finally backed down, waving his hand gently. It was at this moment when he spoke that something magical happened. The Dire, who had fallen into a deep sleep, suddenly opened its eyes and stood up again!

"Herod......" The horse awoke and ran behind Dacula with a neighing as soon as he woke up, apparently knowing that he had just gotten on the road and wanted to stay away from this dangerous creature. Otherwise, I don't know when I will become a pot stewed horse meat...... Wait, do you have meat yourself?

"Ah...... I've shown my sincerity, so the Dragonborn ......," the man said, motioning for Dracula to put down his bow and arrows.

However, Dacula was obviously not one to let his guard down easily, and he still raised his bow and said, "Say what you came for!" Stranger! ”

"Forehead......" The man smiled helplessly, turned around slowly, turned his back to Dacula, took off the package behind him, and slowly untied it. He did this very slowly, and he was afraid that he would accidentally provoke the sensitive nerves of this cat man.

However, the moment he opened the package, the sensitive nerves of the cat man were still stimulated. His hand shook, and the arrow in his hand subconsciously shot out, but fortunately the man dodged quickly, and only let the arrow gently wipe off a strand of his red hair.

"This is ......" Dacula asked, looking at the golden scroll in front of him, a little uncertain.

"Right...... It's The Elder Scrolls......" the man said, picking it up. "Dragonborn, for the sake of fate's call, I have come to you with this scroll, I am a holy moth priest, you can call me Lokwa." The man said, holding the scroll in both hands and handing it to Dakula.

"Lokwa?" Dacula whispered the name, looking at the man in front of him with wariness in his eyes. "How did you find me, and what did you give me this scroll for?"

"Ah...... Dragonborn, it doesn't matter, the point is that now the dragons are wreaking havoc on this continent, and they almost destroyed Half Moon City a few days ago! So you need to go and defeat Alduin, you need a weapon that can defeat Alduin! That's it! ”

When he heard "Half Moon City was almost destroyed", Dacula gently tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the thoughts in his heart were undoubted: "So what the hell is it?" ”

"It's the scroll that sealed Alduin in the first place, and for that reason, it also records the original scene. And the Dragonborn, you can read this scroll and learn how the ancient Nord martyrs restrained Alduin! The man said, handing the scroll in his hand a little further.

"What? From here, you can learn ......" Dacula's pupils shrank, and he forced down the surprise and impulse in his heart.

"Right...... As long as you open this scroll on the Throat of the World, the place of record at that time, you can see through the long river of time through this scroll and see the moment in the past! The man's voice was full of seduction.

The cat man swallowed lightly, his gaze moved from the scroll to the man in front of him, and said, "I...... Why believe you? ”

"You may not believe it, but please take it to the Holy Land of Hosgar, the elders Greybeard and their prophet will tell you the authenticity of this scroll, and you will know my true intentions......" The man said sincerely, bowing slightly.

"......" Dacula groaned for a moment, slowly stretched out his hand, and at the moment when he was about to touch the scroll, his palm accelerated as if snatching, and snatched the scroll back from the hand of the man in front of him. Good...... I'll take this scroll first, and thank you for it! ”

By the time Dacula said the last word, his voice had become much quieter, and at this time, Lokwa, who called himself the priest of the Holy Moth, slowly raised his head, just in time to see the back of Dacula riding away on the Dire. The corners of his mouth slanted slightly, and he didn't pay any more attention to the cat man, but slowly turned to look northeast.

"Next up, it's Somethom...... Valoch, wait for your master's return...... When our forces come together, it will be when the great dragon priest, Konarec, returns! …… Oh, Milak, I wonder if we're lucky enough to see each other again? ”