Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 60: The Real Specialty of Skyrim
Strictly speaking, Wu Chen was not in a hurry at all.

He wanted to stay a little longer in the carriage, slowly making his way to Windhelm. He wanted to learn all five spells Hera Mori had given him—or at least three or four. Then, in top form, he would go to Hera to learn the remaining spells. He also wanted to find an opportunity to complete the "Blood on Ice" commission in Windhelm and obtain the amulet from the Insect King Mannimarco.

Here is the plan.

But it's hard to refuse such a kind invitation.

as well as……

..............................

The carriage's wheels began to roll, slowly and steadily advancing towards Windhelm. The mounted soldiers followed leisurely around the carriage. Sentinel Tolan, wrapped in a thick blanket, lay pale on the side of the carriage.

Very good, and there is also a carriage.

The Nordic sentinel had clearly overestimated his own strength, forgetting he was still recovering from a serious injury the previous night, and relying on healing spells to unleash his fighting potential. After a night of fighting and a bellyful of Nordic mead at the morning feast, his battered body was clearly protesting.

A strong and undeniable protest.

So he lay here.

"Aqiu!" A weak, yet paradoxically spirited sneeze.

"Your foundation is really weak." Wu Chen sat across from him, clutching a book he had no idea what it was about. The book was a disguise, a pretext to make him appear more like a busy wizard. But what he was actually reading was "A Detailed Explanation of Telekinesis Structure," a book Hera Mori had left in his mind, related to telekinesis.

"It's just that the people in town are too enthusiastic. I don't usually drink this much." Tolan's face and forehead were red, and he didn't know if it was the effect of alcohol or just a little bit of anger.

"I thought Nords were good drinkers."

"Hahahaha——" A burst of laughter came from outside the carriage, and it was obvious that the soldiers heard it.

Then Tolland began to twist, his face flushed, and he struggled to get out of the quilt.

"Pull me up! I can still drink!" He shouted loudly, but his previous caution and wisdom of a senior sentinel were completely gone.

"Alright, alright, Master Dust." Guard Captain Vasco rode closer to the carriage. "Stop teasing Master Tolan. He needs to be relieved... he needs some time to adjust."

He was clearly laughing, and it took him a lot of effort to hold the word "hangover cure" back into his stomach.

Wu Chen spread his hands.

Tolland groaned heavily and slumped back onto the cart. He squirmed, mumbling something amusing like, "It was just an accident," "You'll see what happens when you get the Windhelm," and so on. This undoubtedly made the atmosphere more cheerful.

Also interesting.

I completely saw another side of these seemingly serious and respectable people.

Wu Chen chuckled and shook his head, feeling a little relieved. He casually flipped open the book on his lap and carefully studied the tome of knowledge in his mind. Magical power flowed silently through his heart and fingertips, and bits of sand and dust gradually drifted away from his hands as he tried.

Telekinesis is a very simple ability.

It's like the hand of the wizard, the original prototype of the spell telekinesis.

Learning it was easy, like Wu Chen relying on his willpower to keep himself afloat on Earth. However, if one wanted to specialize, delve deeper, and master the secrets, the difficulty would increase tens or even hundreds of times.

Hera had mentioned that telekinesis was a common practice used by spellcasters at the academy to improve their spellcasting accuracy. Even if one could rely on algorithms and frameworks to simultaneously support multiple telekinetic threads, issuing multiple commands simultaneously and interfering with multiple targets would require extensive study and experimentation before success.

A grain of sand floated gently up.

Then came two, three, five, and ten pills.

When the total amount of sand reached fourteen, Wu Chen finally felt a slight burden. This was the sign that a beginner had reached their limit in "Detailed Explanation of Telekinesis Structure." He then began to manipulate the sand, allowing it to operate and dance according to his will.

It was awkward at first. But gradually, he became adept at it. The sand wasn't arranged uniformly, but could be spread out as he wished, forming patterns, emblems, even words. Until a feeling of weakness overwhelmed him.

Wu Chen blinked and let out a soft breath.

The early spring sun was warm and gentle, gradually rising above the center of the road. The convoy, which had been advancing at a leisurely pace, also slowed down slightly. Although everyone had eaten a full meal that morning, they still needed to eat dry food at noon.

Fresh and delicious dry food.

Wu Chen was nibbling on a sausage that had been freshly baked that morning.

Across from him, Tolan, who had been recuperating for a while, gradually regained some of his spirits. Although he still looked weak, he was able to sit up properly and stuff the fresh meat pie into his mouth.

It tastes pretty good.

"Actually, I went to Windhelm to investigate something." The wind blew, and the soldiers, eating their meals, moved slightly away from the moving carriage. A temporary dialogue space was established, and Tolan lowered his voice slightly.

"The Order believes that a very ancient vampire hides in Windhelm."

"Vampire?" Wu Chen raised his eyebrows slightly. He wasn't surprised by Tolan's frankness.

"Yes, an ancient and powerful vampire. Possibly related to the legendary Valhachi bloodline. But we don't have any evidence yet. However, I did obtain clear information in the Rift Valley. A reliable informant told us that someone is studying necromancy in Windhelm."

Wu Chen thought of the fragments Hera Mori had revealed. Someone had spread rumors accusing the court wizard Wu Enfeis of studying necromancy. Regardless of the motive, for this accusation to hold water, Windhelm would have to have long-standing traces of necromancy and several major bloodbaths.

"...Have you heard about it in the Rift Valley?"

Wu Chen felt a little regretful. He should have told Hera Molly more last night. For example, he should have directly revealed the murderer behind the "Blood on Ice" questline. The killer known as "The Butcher," responsible for so many murders, was actually Callisto, the owner of the treasure shop. He remembered the name very clearly because the quest was so buggy in the game, yet the rewards were more than adequate.

There's no point thinking about it now.

"It's not hearsay, but confirmed intelligence. Someone has indeed desecrated corpses in Windhelm, leaving behind traces of darkness and evil. A corpse was also discovered, bearing hidden traces of blood magic damage."

Is it really a vampire?
Wu Chen was slightly taken aback. This was completely different from what he remembered. It wasn't some strange mod. Windhelm was dominated by the Great Nord ideology, and all non-human creatures were suffering. Furthermore, Ulfric was a top-notch military maniac. How could a vampire be lurking in Windhelm, causing trouble?
Is it a vampire siege incident?

Wu Chen vaguely remembered that after the release of Dawnguard, the DLC related to the Valhachi vampire clan, there was a time in the game where vampires would actively attack towns and slaughter people. This would also cause the deaths of random NPCs without special protections. This setting caused a lot of complaints from players, so in a subsequent update, this actually reasonable feature was removed.

Could it be this?
His thoughts were a bit confused, but Wu Chen decided to take a risk and reveal something. The Void Caverns, which triggered the main storyline of the expansion pack, wasn't a significant secret. The key point was that the attack and destruction of the Sentinel Hall might be salvaged, perhaps even saved.

"I see." He nodded. "But I find it a little strange... You were investigating the Valhachi bloodline, and suddenly received accurate intelligence. Is it possible that this is actually a trap? Perhaps they want to split up or transfer your Sentinels?"

Tolan was slightly startled, as if he had thought of something.

But just before he could come to a conclusion—

"Hey! Who over there, what are you doing?" a voice interrupted him.

The sound interrupted everyone's lunch and small talk.

Wu Chen leaned out of the carriage and saw the sentry at the front shouting at a figure in the distance. The figure was staggering, giving people a sense of something was wrong.

what is that?
Some soldiers drew their bows and arrows, ready to fight.

And Tolan, who had the strongest sense of dark creatures, had already roared a warning.

"Evil creature!"

Amidst his roar, the swaying figure suddenly raised its head. Its luminous blue eyes appeared in Wu Chen's sight.

Ghoul?

In the middle of the day, on the road leading to Windhelm, there are actually ghouls appearing!?
(End of this chapter)