"So this...is also your magic?" The stranger set up the grill and filled the firewood with firewood.

"To be precise, it's my law." The fragrance of pine branches and the smell of burnt fur rose in the heat, cheering up Wu Chen's tired spirit.

"You are different from all the Waqin (Dragonborn) I have ever seen." The stranger knelt down and sat opposite Wu Chen.

"Are you okay?" Wu Chen stood up gently: "Where is this?"

"Mount Ansor," the stranger replied casually.

"Can you teleport?" Wu Chen couldn't think of any other possibility.

"Hmm." The stranger used a burnt pine branch to write a dragon language on the ground: "Geinmaar, Daal, Praan."

"I, return, rest." Wu Chen read out softly in Nordic, and quickly understood the meaning: "Teleport home."

The stranger then crossed out the dragon language: "There are many variations of Tumu. As long as you are familiar with the arrangement of the dragon language, change the correct phrases, and try several times, you can get different effects. This is the generosity of the Dragon God of Time.

Granted.”

"Understood." Wu Chen nodded lightly, staring at the sizzling game meat and secretly lost his mind. The stranger's words have extremely profound meaning. First of all, it can be confirmed that all known dragon roars are created by giant dragons. It seems that

Each giant dragon has its own unique dragon roar. And as long as you "try a few more times", the effect of the dragon roar can be easily solidified. This is also consistent with the fact that Akatosh, the time dragon god, is going through an eternal sleep.

, or speculation of irreversible brain death.

Some people may ask, why are most of the creator gods in similar plot worlds experiencing varying degrees of "brain death"? Or simply ask, why are most creators in a state of near-death?

As long as we change the perspective, it is easy to understand from the perspective that "divine nature is the sublimation of human nature, and personality is the cracking of the divine personality." It is precisely because at the beginning of creation, the Creator distributed the body and soul to all living beings that the physical body was created

and spiritual double death.

By analogy, similar to the resurrected Emperor of the Universe or the successfully incubated members of the Universe God Group with the help of the wisdom of hundreds of millions of humans bred on the earth, they are also the reverse application of "divinity is the sublimation of human nature, and personality is the cracking of the godhead". Using the words on earth

All human wisdom ignites the fire of thinking of the Emperor of the Universe or the God of the Universe. The only difference is that one is restarting for the second time and the other is starting up for the first time.

"Well." The stranger couldn't help but ask, "What should we do next?"

Wu Chen pointed to his head: "Spiritual bond, sign the law."

"Well, I think so too. So what should we do specifically?" the stranger asked again.

"We have to return to Ximu." Wu Chen said the key point: "Crimson Dragon Break is the solution."

"Your Long Po?" A trace of surprise appeared on the stranger's face.

"Yes." Wu Chen did not hide anything: "And I have my own laws."

"How did you do it?" The stranger was a little confused.

"The Elder Scrolls Dragon was rewritten by me into The Elder Scrolls Scarlet Dragon." Wu Chen said simply.

"This is impossible. The Elder Scrolls are as old as the dragons. No one can tamper with the contents of the scrolls." The stranger was even more doubtful.

"Whether it's true or not, wouldn't you know it once you've seen it?" Wu Chen didn't argue.

"Okay." The stranger agreed readily.

"It seems to be very late today. Let's set off tomorrow. Try to return to Ximu as early as possible." Wu Chen wrapped the animal skin tightly and tried to tear a piece of barbecue.

"I'll do it." The blazing campfire and the sizzling game seemed to have no warmth to strangers. A pair of skillful hands quickly disassembled the game and handed it to Wu Chen.

"Thank you." Wu Chen was not polite, took it and ate happily.

"Do you want more?" The stranger stared at Wu Chen, with warmth inadvertently revealed.

"I'm full." Wu Chen said as he shrank down, leaning against the stone wall warmed by the fire pond, and soon fell asleep.

Use magic to slightly lower the flames and bring them down to a suitable temperature. The stranger whispered softly into the light of the fire.

Snowman City, the lord's tent next to the ruins of Longlin Castle.

The chief palace mage, Farenja Secret Fire, suddenly sat up: "Ansol Mountain!"

"Master." Golda, the lord's maid who had been guarding her, stood up hurriedly: "You are finally awake."

"Tell the lord that Baron Ximu is in Ansol Mountain." How did Farenja Secretfire know?

"Yes." The maid Golda didn't dare to think too much and hurriedly turned around and left the tent.

On the Storm Outlook anchored next to the ruins on the other side, the housekeeper received the news immediately.

"How did Farenja know the whereabouts of his master?"

"It seems to be necromancy, ma'am." Proventus Avensi, the redguard steward of Lord Snowman who came to summon him, answered cautiously.

"Ansor Mountain is Wagtail Mountain." Spirit Dragon Knight Ashtaret reminded the housekeeper: "Could it be..."

"I know." The housekeeper obviously understood what Ashtaret wanted to say: "But no matter what, we must leave immediately."

"Understood." Gises Ying's personal guards have always been sisters.

"Tell your lord (Xue Man) that we cannot delay for a moment." The female housekeeper said to the Red Guard housekeeper: "Later, Lord Ximu will be fully responsible for the reconstruction of Longlin Castle."

"Okay, ma'am." The Red Guard housekeeper showed great respect to this group of Gisei Siying ladies. Although it was Lord Ximu's magic light cannon that destroyed Longxiao Palace, it was to kill the evil spirits.

Isn't it a dragon? It not only relieved the annihilation crisis and saved the city, but also rescued Lord Xueman's family. The indirect damage to Longlin Castle was inevitable. Lord Xueman, who was also of the blood of the brave, would definitely not blame him.

That night, the Storm Outlook was inflated and floated into the air, heading towards the Ansor Mountains in the north.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. There are constant battles in Snowrun City. Captain Irelles and his comrades, as well as the brave men in the city, are stepping up their efforts to exterminate the annihilation creatures scattered in the city and restore the original order as soon as possible. They must also prevent the Stormcloaks.

Taking advantage of the chaos to attack the city, there was no spare time to assist the housekeeper and retrieve Lord Ximu.

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Ansol Mountain, nameless frozen cave.

The stranger with his back to the entrance of the cave suddenly opened his eyes. He lowered his head and glanced at the sleeping Wu Chen, then turned slightly and saw the uninvited guest by the fire pit.

After gently getting out of the animal skin sleeping bag and tucking Wu Chen in, the stranger got up and walked to the firepit to sit down.

"Oh my god, you are really... what kind of magic is this?" The uninvited guest seemed to be a hazy shadow composed of magical energy.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" The stranger looked at everything unfamiliar: "He said he was Lord Ximu. You should be familiar with that small town under the Throat of the World."

"Before the Collapse, there was a peaceful Nord settlement. After the Collapse, I could never leave the Throat of the World. I knew nothing about what was going on under the mountain. Including the Lord of Brookwood." The uninvited visitor didn't know much.

"Things that you don't even know must be extraordinary." The stranger said to himself.

"Are you sure it can't be changed?" What he saw in front of him was beyond the uninvited guest's understanding.

"OK." The stranger then put his hands into the flames. Not only was he not injured at all, but there was also a trace of mist rising from his palms.

"Based on my understanding of magic, no matter the destruction system, restoration system, conjuration system, transformation system, illusion system or mystery system, there is no similar ability." The uninvited guest asked: "What are you going to do?"

"I plan to go back to Ximu Town with him." The stranger asked again: "Based on your understanding of "The Elder Scrolls", is there any possibility of rewriting it?"

"This is absolutely impossible." The uninvited guest shook his head decisively.

"He said that "The Elder Scrolls: Dragons" was rewritten by him into "The Elder Scrolls: Scarlet Dragons"."

"..." The uninvited guest seemed unable to argue. Xu Jiu suddenly murmured in an almost inaudible voice: "Are we all wrong?"

"You'll know if you're right or wrong when you go there." After saying that, the stranger got up and walked towards the sleeping bag: "I'm going to sleep first."

With a deep sigh, the figure of the uninvited guest gradually faded and disappeared in the wind.

Early the next morning, Wu Chen slowly woke up.

In order to resolve the Xueman crisis, the newly revived Ω Capricorn in the small universe after returning to Ximu was almost drained of energy by the guardian technique activated last night. Fortunately, after sleeping for a night, Ω Capricorn showed signs of recovery again. After all, Giese

Siying's bodyguards were all merged into the node under Ω Capricorn. Their mental power was not exhausted, and Ω Capricorn was not completely dead, as Wu Chen had expected.

The stranger who got up early heard the sound and walked into the cave: "They are coming."

"Who?" Wu Chen asked casually.
Chapter completed!