Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 65: Unexpected Encounter
"No, we have been guarding here the whole time. I didn't see anyone else before you came."

They did not see the two sentinels who came to report the news.

If you want to enter Windhelm from the south, you must pass through this watchtower.

这只只味着一件事。

"They can't be slower than us." Vasco clenched his fists. "...They must have taken a shortcut and got attacked."

There is more than one White Walker heading south.

Not all White Walker projections appeared directly within the tower; some were scattered elsewhere. One of them traveled south and encountered Wu Chen and his group. The rest traveled to other areas.

The two sentries should be dead.

"Greck, Randall... I shouldn't have let you go like this." Vasco gritted his teeth, turned his horse around, and was about to call on his companions to head south. But the next moment, his horse did not obey his wishes.

Wu Chen grabbed the reins.

"Master Dust?" Vasco was stunned.

"Leave this to me. You have more important things to do. The villagers of Jiugun Farm are still behind us. You also need to inform the palaces of the kings of what happened."

"But……"

"What if there's more than one monster intercepting them? I'm a wizard, I have the means and confidence to escape. But if more people are defeated, it will only increase the strength of those monsters."

"He's right, Vasco." Tolan also interjected and responded: "Monsters should be left to the experts who deal with monsters. The duty of soldiers is to protect the people. Leave it to us, we can..."

"You stay too, Tolan." Wu Chen interrupted him rudely. "Look at your pale face. How many times have you overdrawn yourself? You're incapable of engaging in long-distance battles right now. It would be best if you quickly returned to your cult's headquarters, where you can be of the greatest assistance."

"But you're not familiar with the terrain here—cough cough," Tollan began anxiously. The next moment, a sickly red flush appeared on his face. He suddenly covered his mouth, a trace of blood oozing from between his fingers.

He'd been overdrawn so many times that just moments before, he'd been shivering under his blanket in the carriage. His loyalty and zeal for justice and light kept him standing and fighting. But now, even healing spells couldn't suppress the pain within his body.

Not everyone possesses the Dragon Priest Mask that can easily reshape themselves like Wu Chen—rather, even if he possesses it, his regeneration ability is far too strong. It's like a blend of Earth bloodline and the strengths of Nirn. He possesses the attributes and negative resistance of Nirn, while maintaining the beneficial adaptability of Earth humans.

It goes without saying that there must be a "friend" reason behind this - a "friend" is a friend because, while it will not violate clear rules, it will turn a blind eye to things where the rules are not set in stone. This allows Wu Chen to gain a lot of extra benefits while using his "opportunities".

"Look at you, you're almost at the end of your rope. But I'm different, Tolan." Wu Chen raised his hand, and the glow of his healing hand fell on the Sentinel, but it had no effect. So he shook his head and took out the Stendarr amulet from his collar.

The amulet was emitting a faint but sacred pure white light.

"Stendar is protecting me."

People with evil hearts cannot use the amulet of the Holy Spirit, and only those who walk on the right path can make the amulet of the Holy Spirit show its protection.

This was testimony more powerful than fists, even more powerful than conventional bravery. All the gazes from all directions, filled with varying emotions, suddenly ceased. He had proven his honor and his righteousness.

Following the law ultimately has its benefits, even if it sounds strange. But ever since Wu Chen's "adventure," he's either been doing good or on the path to doing good. The only casualties at his hands have been blood-stained bandits, vicious beasts, and dark creatures. He's completely on the side of justice.

No one stopped him anymore.

Tolan pounded his chest lightly.

"The door of the Vigilante Order is always open to you, Daxter."

"Have a safe trip, Master Dust." Vasco nodded back and pointed out the way he should take south. "May Talos bless you."

"May the Holy Spirit protect you all... We'll see you again someday." Wu Chen bid them farewell, then leaped onto the warhorse that, though not his, had been implicitly given to him. The reins tugged, the hooves rose. He then headed south, and the refugees, who were housed in carriages and following behind the cavalry, offered their blessings.

"Thank you for saving us, Master." A little girl handed him a bouquet of flowers, and he reached out to take it. It was a fresh mix of ordinary red and purple mountain flowers, stained with dewdrops but also with the smoke of burning wood. A bouquet of flowers of gratitude.

Wu Chen had assumed the first bouquet of flowers he'd receive would be on Father's Day, many years from now, or perhaps when he was lying in a public nursing home. He'd previously held little hope for his career or romantic life. After all, he knew he was just a nerd, and at best, he'd spend half his life doing low-level research at a research institute.

but……

--not bad.

He placed the bouquet on his saddle, feeling unexpectedly relaxed. Although he had only been in Tamriel for a little over a week, he felt he had gained more here than in the twenty years he had spent on Earth.

Honor, achievement, the satisfaction of fighting against darkness and evil, the sense of accomplishment of saving lives and protecting the innocent. And the power and treasures that were firmly within his grasp. Even though the ninety-day limit still served as a warning bell ringing deep within him, he felt quite relaxed.

Some people always think he is in a hurry - and in fact he is in a hurry.

but……

——It seems that even if I failed in the end, it’s not unacceptable.

A fleeting thought of weakness flashed through his mind, and his fingers trembled as he forcibly suppressed the urge to wear the mask. Even though he knew that the mask would inevitably provide more powerful powers and spells as he reached the level of a mid-level wizard, he still tried hard to suppress his inner feelings, not letting himself be immersed in power that he could not fully control.

We must continue to grow and become stronger.

The rhythmic clatter of his horse's hooves against the ground steadied his thoughts. He felt as though he had become stronger, not because he had gained new power, but because he had found a new purpose in life beyond the limited-time promise of the Dragon Priest Mask.

I want to gain a firm foothold on this land.

Want to shine in the chaotic stage that follows.

I want to build a career and stir up the world. I want to gain the ability to control the general trend, rather than being pushed forward passively by the overall situation.

Hera Molly was right. As a spellcaster, you should be the core, the master of the whole. Be the decision maker, not the executor.

This, undoubtedly, was something that a simple university student in the past could never possess: a blazing fire of ambition.

It burned in his chest, spreading throughout his body. More energy and strength surged from his body, and he also gained a clear understanding of some academic issues.

——Illusion: Mirage

The brilliance was fleeting.

It was just a brief attempt, but the complex spellcasting structure worked directly. He was sure he hadn't even had time to memorize all the spell runes, but simply by feeling the spell, his subconscious memory filled in all the missing details.

I had completed two of the five spells Hera Mori taught me. After mastering telekinesis, I also became familiar with the many key points of the Force Blade. So, next—

The warhorse under him suddenly twisted violently. Wu Chen pulled the reins, but a clear sound of fear came from the other end of the reins.

"Shhh..." The horse neighed loudly and the man stood up, and the smell of blood was in the air.

Wu Chen landed lightly, but his horse fled in terror. He looked up and saw a strange figure in a black cloak standing in the middle of a gravel road.

There was a pool of blood at its feet.

There was a strange feeling about it that was quite familiar to Wu Chen, but also unfamiliar to him.

Wu Chen felt that his nerves were trembling.

(End of this chapter)