Chapter 264 Dragon Roar, the road ahead, departure
Lanmir huddled in the woods.
The gourmet didn't return for a long time. He met two robbers, so he ran away in a hurry, without taking any luggage, and just ran up the mountain.
Finally, he walked through the woods and saw the troll sitting on the top of the fortress in front of him.
"Hey! Foodie! Are you okay?"
Lu Zhengkang turned his head and saw Lanmir waving, and deep in the woods there was an archer pulling the string little by little, and the arrow's cold light flickered gently.
The troll man raised his hand and shot out a flying swallow from his sleeve, which flew past the drunkard's ear, stabbed the attacker to death, and sucked out the soul. However, Lu Zhengkang ignored the soul and allowed it to ascend to the sky, so he did not expose himself in front of the drunkard.
Necromancy.
Now the number of the undead has reached sixty-five, which is enough for his magic experiments for the time being. He can make a lot of money just by going out. It seems that wealth lies in sports.
Lan Mier was a little stunned. Lu Zhengkang jumped a few times, climbed over the low fence, and came to the drunkard. At this time, Lan Mier was drinking heavily to calm down his shock. He didn't need his luggage, but he still had to bring the wine with him.
"Let's go."
Lanmir exhaled a breath of stinky alcohol, "Solved? How does revenge feel? Everyone says it feels great."
"Not bad." Lu Zhengkang touched the lining pocket. His mother's diary was placed here so that he could look through it from time to time.
The troll man led Lanmire back to the foot of the mountain where the luggage was stored. The robber who had stolen the things was happily collecting the belongings of Lu Zhengkang and the two of them, and then was cut down.
The people of Winterhold didn't even want to see normal mages, so how could they favor the necromancer? Lu Zhengkang had no intention of showing any magic in front of them.
This kind of discrimination against mages is very common throughout Skyrim, and Jonas is not very popular in Winterhold. People are only close to him because the boy has a very prestigious relative like a gourmet.
Returning to Winterhold, it's time for the food store to open.
The days that followed seemed to return to calm.
Lu Zhengkang always looked through his mother's diary and learned that she was actually from the town of Ivasted. This town belongs to the Rift Valley Territory, also known as Yew Town. It is located at the eastern foot of Hrothgar Peak, the highest peak in the sky.
West shore of the lake.
Hrothgar's Peak is also a key part of the main line of the game. The monastery on the mountain is inhabited by the Greybeards, who are masters of the roar.
Roar, that is, dragon roar, spitting eyes, dragon language magic, very powerful power.
The ancient Nord ancestors had a difficult and tortuous history in mastering the dragon language. Various truths and fallacies were mixed, myths and conjectures were mixed, so that it was difficult for later generations of scholars to verify how the dragon roar was mastered by the Nords, and how.
There are various opinions on why it disappeared among the general public, and scholars hold their own opinions.
In the legend of the Nords, the dragon's roar was taught to them by the goddess Gene (some say she is Gene's daughter) to fight against the dragons and their minions, the Dragon Cult.
In the game, the original dragon roar was taught to humans by a giant dragon named Paarthurnax. This dragon was actually the adjutant of Alduin, the Devourer of Worlds. He only chose to side with Alduin because of disagreements with him.
On the human side, Paarthurnax's name is translated as brutal, overlord, etc. He lives on the top of Hrothgar Peak, also known as the Throat of the World, as the Tower of Genei, the Snow Tower, and one of the pillars of the world.
As for how Dragon Roar disappeared? Later generations know very little about this, but what is confirmed is that Dragon Roar slowly withdrew from the stage of history after the defeat in the Battle of Hongshan.
The dragon roar of the ancient Nords shakes the heavens and the earth. When they gather together, they can tear down city walls, even travel through time and space, and change history. Such power is only still passed down in the monastery on the peak of Hrothgar.
For most Nords, what the ancestral roar left behind is just the natural war cry. Nord warriors can use their war cry to crush the courage of their enemies. However, not everyone can do this. The battle cry
They are all the elites among the Nords.
Lu Zhengkang also missed the dragon roar very much. He kept saying it without hesitation, and the three familiar syllables, [Fu Si, Luo, Da], how many players could burst into tears because of this roar, and couldn't help but go to Tianji again.
Ichiban.
[Mission: Fallen leaves return to their roots]
Explanation: My mother died in a foreign land, and I want to take her tears with me to visit my hometown.
Mission 1 (unfinished): Go to the town of Ivarstead
[Mission: Memories of Roar]
Description: As a player, you cannot help but experience the most essential content. I want to go to Hrothgar Monastery, understand the way of roar, and put my emotions into action.
Mission One (Unfinished): Heading to Hrothgar's Peak
The troll man was sitting behind a long table in the food store, with a lively crowd in front of him. The guests were choosing the delicacies he had made, and the chatter was filled with joy. His eyes crossed the moving shadow of a human figure and looked out from the glass display window.
You can see the thick snow on the streets of Winterhold, deep, snow that can be seen all year round, cold, the snow berries in the bushes are about to mature, the roots have shriveled, but the fruits are still full.
How wonderful, in this world, don't be afraid of not being able to live, and don't be afraid of death. Some things transcend life and death, and some things stand between life and death.
Lu Zhengkang was suddenly in a good mood. Ever since he avenged his mother, he felt that his depressed thoughts were relieved. The tightness in his chest disappeared, and he laughed out loud without realizing it.
Someone asked curiously: "What is so funny?"
The troll man held his belly and said, "Say, one day I am walking on the road and I am robbed by a high elf mage. I want to sacrifice my skin to a wise troll and ask him to kill all the Nord barbarians in the world."
Kill them. I asked him why he wanted to kill the Nords, and he said that there was an Imperial man named Nord Barbarian who always spoke ill of the ancestral China! How about it, is it funny?"
No one knew what the gourmet was doing when he said this, and everyone booed.
Lu Zhengkang laughed so hard that he fell directly under the table.
Yes, lame jokes are of course not funny, but what is funny is the person telling the joke. His wild laughter made many people couldn't help but laugh. People in Winterhold all like to laugh, but they have never been like this
Laughed nonsensically.
No one understood Lu Zhengkang’s joke. When people gathered in front of the food store the next weekend, they found the closing sign hung up again.
Where is the troll man now? He took Jonas with him and set off.
Cross the tundra, go south to the White River, walk along the river bank, pass Windhelm City, pass several farms, cross the Yorgrim River blocking the road, and continue walking south along the White River bank.
I stopped and walked along the way, killing robbers when I met them, driving away wild beasts when I met them, and staying for two days when I arrived at a place with rising human habitations. Sometimes I also chatted with fishermen by the river, showed off my cooking skills, and fished.
Catch crabs.
The mud crabs of Skyrim are huge in size, often as diameter as a millstone, and their back shells are like short cones. They hide in the mud and attack with their claws when prey comes.
The crab is big, and it is really comfortable to eat. It is full of crab meat, which is smooth and tender. With a few drops of vinegar and a glass of cold beer, you can make a classic gout meal. This is life.