"Ah...... Angry roar ......" was full of exclamation in Graybeard's tone. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "But Dragonborn, this is not the right way to harness the Way of the Roar, and any emotional ups and downs can easily affect you, and thus make you enslaved by the power of the Roar. ”

"Thank you for your teachings." This roar vented a lot of unhappiness in Dacula's heart, but his own roar made him feel a lot lower after facing Graybeard like a breeze that could only move the corners of his clothes. But in an instant, this depression recovered, and the stronger Graybeard was, the more he could learn here.

"I'm a member of Greybeard, and my name is Ayngail." The graybeard, who had been talking to Dacula, saw that his mood was calm, and then he opened his mouth to introduce himself briefly. "Do you have any questions?"

"Why am I a Dragonborn? What is the mission of the Dragonborn? Why do I have to fight those huge guys? ......" Ayngail's question was like unscrewing the valve of Dacula's discourse, and a series of questions came out of the cat man's mouth.

The graybeard just listened quietly, oblivious to the cat-man's increasingly fluctuating emotions......

"Why did you choose me to be this Dragonborn?!" The last question was almost shouted out by Dacula. But when he finished yelling, the cat man immediately stopped talking. He was horrified by what he had just done, what was wrong with him? It's not at all like how you should behave. Right! It must be this Graybeard, his words are like magic, all the dissatisfaction, resentment and all kinds of negative emotions that have been suppressed in his heart are all lured out!

"Ah...... That's why you're here, Dragonborn......" Eingail didn't answer all of Dracula's many questions. "The next period of time is the time you study here, and it may be long or short - until you can truly harness the power of the roar, until the doubts and grievances in your heart can be fully answered......"

"What?" Dacula was suddenly startled, and it was only then that he realized that the door behind him had closed for some time. Although he had thought about staying here for a while to learn his skills, he hadn't thought about honing his temperament here! The old guy's meaning was already obvious: "Your mood swings are too great to control the way of roaring, and you can't go down the mountain until your emotions can fully control the power of roar!" ”

Tempering character? Want a cat man to hone his temperament? Decade? Or eight years? Isn't this house arrest in disguise?!

"Leeds... Slen, Nas! As soon as the cat man's emotions exploded, a voice came to his ears. Then he felt his joints stiffen suddenly. When I looked down, I saw that my joints were still covered with a thick crust of ice!

"This kitten will first temper his mind with me...... It's not too late to teach him when he can......" Before Dacula was about to lose his instincts at the cold, he vaguely heard the old fellow who called himself Ayngail say this.

With the Holy Spirit on top, Dacula could only muttered helplessly in his heart......

On the top of the mountain, the wind and snow are still there. The Nords, who were sitting quietly outside, noticed the presence of an extra horse in this year's crowd. Many of them knew the horse, and there was a cat man who rode past them in such a grand manner.

The horse's size makes some people have dirty ideas. After all, in the sky, such a horse can be said to be one in a million, and money can't buy it.

While everyone waited quietly for Graybeard to arrive, a figure quietly approached the horse.

"Another idiot......" I don't know who muttered softly, causing the people around to laugh for a while.

"Herod!" The steed, shrouded in a light black mist, suddenly stood taller than an ordinary Nord by half a meter.

The Nord, who had tried to pull the reins, looked at the horse in horror and stretched out his hand in front of him, trying to avoid being trampled on by the horse's hooves.

"Crackle!" The horse's hooves were much heavier than he had expected, and the slight cracking of the bones made his complexion change dramatically.

Dire has excellent control over his strength, always concentrating all his strength on his front hooves when attacking.

The pain and the force brought the Nord to the ground.

"Uhh......hh

And that's not all, Dire landed on its front hooves after stepping on the guy, and at the same time its hind hooves jumped up and aimed directly at the guy's soft belly. Although the Nord man under the horse had been injured a lot at this time, he was conscious and reacted quickly, enduring the severe pain and blocking his arms in his abdomen.

"Poof!" Although he had the resistance of his arms, some of the strength of the horse's hooves was transmitted to his internal organs through his arms. It shook him so much that a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out of his mouth.

Because the Dire pulled its hind hooves forward a few steps, its body was slightly arched by this time. The next option was not to trample the offending creature to death like any other normal horse, but to gently hang the Nord's coat with his hind hooves and kick him back.

The peak of Hosga is covered with snow all year round, and people who walk on it may fall if they don't pay attention, and this action directly makes the Nords, who are lying on the ground seriously injured and unable to move, slide towards the cliff on the other side at a very fast speed. There was no one to save them, and even the companions who came up with this Nord man could only watch this guy fall off the cliff because of the distance.

"Hey, how many are these?" Someone asked.

"The third one......" replied an unknown man next to him.

Every day in Skyrim are dead, vendettas, robbed, killed in battle, devoured by wild beasts...... This kind of coveting other people's horses wants to steal them, but the horses don't steal them but put themselves in them are not worthy of their mercy at all. Like Ragnar in "The Red Ragnar", this group of Nords will only see this as a joke.

The door of the monastery opened silently, and an old man in black robe walked out. The believers who were kneeling down one by one unconsciously straightened up.

"This year, the selection for the inheritance quota of the Way of Roar has begun...... "The voice of this graybeard has always been so vigorous." Follow me ......"

"Firth!"

"Firth ......"

"Yule!"

"Yule ......"

……

Of course, some of these people who were able to climb to the monastery were young, but there were also some who really had the skills of roaring, and a few of them had studied at the monastery last year. Although they alone could not truly exert the power of the roar, the power of the collective roar of the crowd still shook the snow on the mountain. Fortunately, the mountain was magical, and the earth-shattering roar did not cause an avalanche or anything like that. The Greybeards on the mountain pass on the knowledge of the roar through this screening, and at the same time look for the next generation of Greybeards......