In Seris's gray eyes, the reflection of the Book of the Immortal quickly flipped the pages, and then stopped on one of the pages, and a large number of sacred and magnificent words emerged line by line.

【Heroic Spirit: Frost Dragonborn-Seris. Oink]

{Heroic Ability}

1. Demon Hunter's Eye: You can peek into the evil aura, and the trail of demons can't get rid of your eyes

2. Frost Dragonborn: You have the power of the Frost God hidden in your bloodline, which can activate the Frost Dragon's bloodline hidden in your body

3. Divine Word: You can make better use of the divine power

4. Aristocratic etiquette: You are born in a big aristocratic family, you have a noble temperament, and at the same time, you have the blood of the nobility in the north, and you have your own majesty, so that people who look directly at you are more likely to have respect and awe

{Legend of the Immortal: Born in the Oinker family in the North, he is a descendant of the legendary Frost Dragon, he joined the Church of Knowledge when he was a young man, and vowed to dedicate his life to the hunting of demons, he is proficient in the art of sacred words, has excellent demon hunting skills, young and handsome, powerful, he is often mentioned in the banquets of the nobles of the North, many young people worship his deeds, so he also embarked on the path of the Demon Hunter}

"Hoo ......"

Seris exhaled a breath of white frost, which gradually condensed into ice crystals in the air and fell to the ground.

His eyebrows and hair were stained with a layer of hoarfrost.

It looks like a delicate snowman in the snow.

His gray eyes, their pupils gradually contracted, turning into vertical pupils with a pale glow, and the majesty of the dragon lurked in them, and with his gaze, even the snow on the ground began to tremble slightly.

"Long Wei with a substantial effect?"

The glow in his eyes dissipated, and Seris's eyes returned to their original appearance, but he looked at the marks left by his gaze on the snow, but he fell into deep thought.

To be honest, before he had transformed himself into a Heroic Spirit, he felt that he should be able to transform into the Legend of the Demon Hunter.

But today's results are somewhat beyond his expectations.

"Are there more dragonborns...... But when you think about it, it makes sense. ”

Seris pondered for a moment, and suddenly realized that this was not too surprising.

Although he is now a member of the Church and a witcher, he still does not have as much influence as his own family.

After all, this is a family with an extremely ancient history, at least more than 3,000 years old.

The ancestor of House Oink, said to be the creator of the god of frost, the heir of the frost dragon Coveklor, who took on human form.

Therefore, the Oinker family has the legend of the Dragonborn family.

In this way, it is not surprising to have the title of Frost Dragonborn.

What's more, the Demon Hunter skills that Seris wanted have already been obtained, and the rest is completely a windfall, so he naturally won't have any dissatisfaction.

"It's okay, it's time to speed up, further strengthen the legend of the demon hunter, and increase my own strength, and I should start working on the church."

Seris thought about his next move.

With the blessing of this legend, he should be able to find the demon faster, but he doesn't know what the specific effect will be.

……

Golden Hammer, a small northern town where dwarves and humans live.

Inside the Big Axe Tavern.

The old dwarf Parkin sat down on the solid wood chair, which crunched overwhelmably, and as usual, he cried out loudly, "Dorey! Dorey! Bring me a big glass of ale with some caramel! ”

The waiter behind the bar was a young man, he was very energetic, and his chestnut hair, although a little messy, was not greasy, and was obviously washed regularly.

He quickly filled a glass of wine in the barrel behind him, heated it, and mixed some caramel liquid into it.

In the pale yellow ale, brown caramel blends into it, revealing a coppery hue.

The old dwarf couldn't wait to take the wine glass, and then poured it into his throat, drank all the wine in one go, and instantly felt his body warm, he vomited: "Isn't there a day when it doesn't snow in this ghost place?" I love the volcanic cavern I used to live in! ”

"No way, Master Parkin, that's it in the north."

Dorey shrugged his shoulders and said to the dwarf, "But if you want to open it, there is no snow and ice, and the hot caramel ale will lose some flavor." ”

The old dwarf Parkin is more than three hundred and seventy years old, even if it is calculated according to the general dwarves for four hundred years, he is already an out-and-out old man, so the people of this old dwarf will call him Lord Parkin, which is not only respect, but also refers to his age.

"You're right."

The old dwarf nodded, and said with a look of approval, "That's why I've lived here for a hundred years." ”

Dorey wanted to roll his eyes, it's been a hundred years, haven't you gotten used to the north? The rough nerves of dwarves are sometimes really magical, and it is no wonder that in the famous elven jokes, there is a saying that dwarves are moving pieces of iron.

But Dorey was a smart young man, and he couldn't say that.

If you really say it, the old dwarf in front of you is more serious, and a single punch can make the head of this poor and weak young man bloom.

He just started chatting with the old dwarf as usual.

"Master Parkin, have you heard about that Seris lately?"

"Huh? Who is he? ”

The old dwarf has been striking iron lately, wanting to complete one of the most outstanding works in his life, so he has been staying in the forge and has never come out at all.

If he hadn't run out of wine, he would have stayed by the stove.

"It's that Seris, the Seris of Oynke, and a lot of people have been talking about him lately. Even a demon hunter who had come to drink two days ago had mentioned him, saying that the son of the young marquis had been blessed with divine blessings and could easily find traces of demons. ”

Doré was intrigued by these legends, and many people in the tavern would talk about what they knew.

"Hmph, this is just a trick used by you human nobles to spread fame!" The old dwarf snorted disdainfully, and then he touched his beard with his turnip-like fingers, remembering something, "But Oink, the Frost Dragon Family?" ”

"Master Parkin, you know?"

Doré put down the cup he was wiping, his eyes lit up.

He's interested in Seris, who has been rumored to be a near-perfect knight in recent times.

"The Oinker family...... I remember them, they were a bunch of rigid and ambitious cold guys, maybe they really had dragon blood in their blood, and I suddenly became interested, tell me about him, boy! ”

The old dwarf changed his tone.

He felt a dull pain in his forehead, and he didn't want to tell Doray in front of him that he once had a human friend named Oink, because he couldn't beat that old guy who was dead.

Every time he competed, the opponent's sword would leave him with a very painful wound.

Hearing about the descendants of his old friend, he couldn't help but feel some interest.