Arthur is dreaming and is very aware that he is in a dream.
Because there was a man in pitch-black armor with black smoke coming out of his body and a dark red light coming from the cracks in his helmet, and he was shouting at him, his voice was unusually hoarse and unpleasant.
"What does it mean to take good care of your daughter? Does she need someone to take care of her?" Although Arthur did not understand what the armor was shouting at all, it did not prevent him from responding very naturally. But after saying it, even he himself
Not sure what this response means.
[Ga—roar—] The armor continued to roar.
"Yes, yes, I am capable enough to protect myself and will not let a little girl protect me." Arthur answered, and at the same time began to speculate about the dream. What does the armor mean that his daughter is protecting him?
But if nothing else happened, I should have arrived at a village or camp to rest with the help of my comrade-in-arms members at this time, and the only woman... Ella? Speaking of which, I really haven't asked about her family.
Condition.
【A——Ser——】
"Okay, okay, yes, yes, you are right -" Although Arthur intended to listen to more of the conversation, it was obvious that what the armor said next was of little value, and "he" had already begun to deal with it.
[Gu——Ah——] The roar of the pitch-black armor began to change its tone.
Maybe he's about to wake up? Arthur thought as he listened to the voice.
【Du!Wa!Ke!Because!】
A huge roar like thunder exploded in his ears, and Arthur was so shocked that he jumped up.
He seemed to be awake, but he seemed not to be awake? Arthur frowned and looked around.
This is not a campsite or a hotel, and there are no members of the comradeship. To be precise, it is surrounded by a snow-white sky and earth, and nothing exists during it.
Oh, no, it still existed. There was a shallow horizontal line where he stepped. Looking around, he found that there were countless such lines extending in all directions, intersecting with each other, dividing the pure white ground into individual
huge square.
"Hello, Dragonborn." A slightly older voice sounded from behind Arthur.
This is an old man wearing a dark blue hooded robe. He is thin and his old face is full of wrinkles, but his brown eyes are extremely bright. What is particularly eye-catching is the gray patch on his chin.
goatee.
Although he looks like an ordinary old Nord, he gives Arthur the feeling of facing a giant dragon.
"Hello, are you...Greybeard? I thought that was just a code name." Arthur thought quickly and answered.
Obviously, the previous sentence "Duwakein" was not uttered by the dark armor in the dream. It was the "Dragonborn" pronounced in dragon language. Perhaps when he fell into a coma after transforming into a dragon to fight, Gray Beard
He had already planned to pull himself into their "dream" to tell them something, but the armor beat him to it.
"Code name, of course. If you join us, you will also be called 'Greybeard'." The old man's way of speaking was a bit strange. He seemed to be trying his best to speak quietly, but his voice was very loud.
"Well, I'm sorry, but I haven't given up on the idea of taking the risk of becoming a monk." Arthur replied.
"Of course, comrades, relatives, and confidants cannot be given up easily." The old man said with a sigh: "But if you continue like this, you may wake up one day and find that they have been killed by yourself.
"
"..." Arthur was silent. He was also aware of this. First of all, he lost his self-awareness after his first transformation. Fortunately, he took off and flew out of Xueman. If a dragon appeared directly in Xueman City...
What followed were several subsequent transformations. Not only was he exhausted each time, but he also felt extremely hungry. This time, he fell directly into a coma. If he fainted in the dragon form, who can guarantee that he would not pass out in the dragon form?
Driven by instinct to attack those nearby?
"My name is Aingale," the old man said, "I came here to prevent this kind of thing from happening, and I will teach you how to control yourself."
"Thank you, Master Aingale," Arthur saluted him, and then asked with a little doubt: "After I found out that I was a dragonborn, I checked many books about dragonborn, and there was never any mention of it.
But they can turn into dragons."
"You often hear that person's name, but you just ignore it out of habit." Iron Gale paused and said, "Tiber Septim, Ysmir, 'Dragon of the North'."
"..." Arthur felt that he was speechless today as often as in a whole year.
"I hope you are ready to study." Aingale nodded to Arthur, then took a deep breath: "[Fek Ro Sah!]"
Boom boom boom - Walls, flags, stone gates and other completely colorless buildings rose around the two people, and finally combined into a snow-white giant building, the overall color turned into the blue gray of the stone at the moment it was formed.
"Welcome to Hrothgar Monastery," Ayngere said to Arthur: "Generally speaking, those who come to seek guidance from Dragon Roar must start from the foot of the mountain and climb the seven thousand steps to the top of the mountain before they are qualified.
Meet us."
"Well... if it were me," Arthur stretched out his hand and made a flying gesture: "I would probably fly up directly."
"Since it takes a long time for ordinary people to train Dragon Roar and Tumu, I usually advise them to put aside everything in the world and live in the peak of Hrothgar for long-term practice. However, the two qualifications I encountered recently are the most
Good people, Balgruuf and Ulfric both rejected this proposal." Aingale said with some regret.
Those are two lords...and the span of "recently" is a bit wide.
"Well, um, I'm ready to study." Arthur tried to stop Aingale from recalling the past. You must know that he is still unconscious. It would be bad if he stayed awake and scared his fellow comrades.
"Since you have the same qualifications as Ismir, we decided to try the teaching method used at that time. Please stand firm." Aingale nodded, looked at Arthur and said.
That was a teaching method from so long ago! Arthur saw the old man take a deep breath and quickly put his feet into position one after the other.
"[Fus Ro Dah]!"
Someone had heard roars many times in the Nord Tombs, but unlike the breeze blowing in his face at that time, with Aingale's roar, a hurricane blew up, and Arthur was helpless to resist.
He was blown away and hit the wall behind him, but perhaps because he was in a dream, he felt no pain at all.
"The meanings of these three Tumu sentences are 'strength', 'balance' and 'push' respectively. You have mastered the first one, now see if you can understand the last two." Aingale waved his hand and made gestures in the air, and the three words were like
Dragon language characters carved by sharp claws appeared in front of him.
"Hmm..." Arthur stood up and walked back, frowning and looking at the words in the air.
Usually when he uses [Fus] alone, he will have a certain unfinished feeling, as if his nose is itchy, but he has been holding his head up for a long time, but he still can't sneeze. It is very uncomfortable, but this time
When three consecutive words appeared in front of him, a certain feeling told him that yes, they were what he was looking for.
The next moment, the last two words were engraved in my mind as firmly as the first one, and together with the first one they formed a sentence that kept flashing and had a somewhat illusory feeling. Its name was——
"'Unrelieved Power' is the most basic and most widely used dragon roar, but its power varies from person to person," Aingale continued: "If you think you have mastered it, you can try to chain it together.
I use it, don’t worry, you are not enough-"
"[Fus Ro Dah]!"
Boom——! With Arthur's roar, the entire Illusion Monastery was torn apart, and Aingale, who was the first to bear the brunt, was directly blown away. He flew literally, and in just a few seconds, he became a giant in the snowy sky.
The little black dot looks like he won’t be able to come back for the time being.
"Ro, Dah." Just as Arthur was watching Ayngere flying further and further away, doubting whether the teaching could continue, another old man's voice came from behind.
His attire looks similar to that of Iron Gale, except that he is younger, but he also has a gray beard. With the powerless dragon roar from his mouth, the dragon language drawn by Iron Gale
The words turned into some kind of power similar to dragon soul and merged into Arthur's body. Then, the two newly learned Tumu completely solidified.
Arthur was convinced that only after going through the "consolidation" process just now could it be officially used in the real world, and what just blew away Ain Gale should be the theoretical maximum power of "Unrelieved Power".
After waiting for a while, Aine Gale still didn't come back. Arthur and the new old man stared at each other for a while, and finally couldn't help but said: "Well, I want to ask what Master Aine Gale mentioned about suppression.
Is there any way I can’t control myself?”
"Ustengela, horn." The gray-bearded man said with great care, and Arthur almost immediately understood why he didn't speak - as soon as these two words were spoken, snow, fire and lightning rolled up around them,
After Gray Beard shut up, he slowly disappeared.
"Well... what he means is that the full version of Unremitting Power is enough to temporarily suppress it. If you want to go further, you must go to a place called Ustengela to retrieve the horn? - Ah, you don't need to answer,
Just nod or shake your head." Arthur asked the old man.
The unknown gray-bearded man nodded slowly, and then waved to Arthur, as if to say goodbye.
The next moment, the white world disappeared completely, and the noisy sound of the hotel broke into Arthur's ears.
"Yo~ Our great hero~" Ella, who had folded her ears and tail, was sitting next to Arthur's bed with a piece of fried venison, as if trying to wake him up with the aroma: "Get up and eat~"
