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——4E, 201, the last month, 27th, 15: 00——

[Asia-Arthur-]

Arthur is dreaming and knows that she is in a dream.

Because there was a black smoke all over the body, the dark red armor shining through the cracks of the helmet shouted at him, and his voice was abnormally hoarse and unpleasant.

"What does it take to take good care of your daughter? Does she need someone to take care of it?" Although Arthur didn't understand what the armor was shouting, it didn't prevent him from responding very naturally, only after speaking out, even himself It is not clear what this response means.

[Ga-roar-] The armor continues to roar.

"Yes, I have enough power to protect myself, and I won't let a little girl protect me." Arthur replied, and at the same time began to guess the dream. The armor means that his daughter is protecting himself?

But if there is no accident, at this time, I should have reached a village or a camp with the help of the members of the comrades group to rest, and the only woman ... Ella? Speaking of which, she really did not ask about her family.

[Asia-Arthur-]

"Well, yes, yes, you're right--" Although Arthur was interested in listening to more of the conversation, it was clear that the armor's next words were of little value, and "self" had begun to perfunctory it.

[Goo—Ah—] The roar of the dark armor began to transpose.

Maybe it's about to wake up? Arthur thought with that voice.

【All! watt! Gram! because! 】

A huge roar like thunder blew in his ears, and Arthur jumped up.

Seems to be awake, but does not seem to be awake? Arthur frowned and looked around.

This is not a camp or an inn, nor is there a member of the comrades-in-arms group. To be precise, it is surrounded by a snow-white world, and nothing exists during this period.

Oh, no, it still exists. There is a shallow horizontal line on the place where I stepped on. Looking around, he found that there are countless such lines that extend in all directions and intersect each other, dividing the pure white ground into one. Huge square.

"Hello, Dragonborn." A slightly older voice sounded behind Arthur.

This is an old man in a dark blue hooded robe. The thin, old face is covered with wrinkles, but the brown eyes are extremely bright, especially striking. It is the grayish shade on his chin. Goatee.

Although he looked like an ordinary Nord old man, he felt like Arthur was facing a dragon.

"Hello, are you ... gray beard? I thought it was just a codename." Arthur thought quickly and answered.

Obviously, the previous sentence of “Duwaqin” was not issued by the dark armor of the dream. It was the “Dragon Descendant” pronounced in the Dragon language. Perhaps when he fell into a coma after fighting as a dragon, he was gray-bearded. He had planned to pull himself into their "dream" to tell something, but he was preempted by the armor.

"Codename, of course, if you join us, it will also be called 'gray beard'." The old man's way of speaking is a bit strange, it seems to be trying to speak in a low voice, but the voice is very loud.

"Well, sorry, but I didn't give up the idea of ​​being a monk." Arthur answered.

"Of course, comrades-in-law, loved ones, and confidantes are not easy to give up." The old man exclaimed with a little sigh: "But if you continue this way, maybe one day you will wake up and find that they have been killed by yourself. "

"..." Arthur was silent. He was aware of this too. First of all, he lost his self-consciousness after the first transformation. Fortunately, he took off and took off Xueman. If a dragon appeared directly in the city of Xueman ...

The following is the next few transformations, each time exhausted, I will feel extremely hungry, this time it is directly into a coma. If he collapses in the dragon form, who can guarantee that he will not be in the dragon Instinctively driven to attack people nearby?

"My name is Ian Gael," the old man said. "It is to prevent this from happening and come to your dreams. It will teach you how to control yourself."

"Thank you, Master Ayn Gael," Arthur saluted him, and then asked with some doubt: "I found many dragon books after I found out that I was a dragon descent. After they can become dragons. "

"You often hear the man's name, but just habitually ignore it." Ayn Galton paused and said, "Tiber Septin, Ismir, the 'Dragon of the North'."

"..." Arthur felt that the number of words silent today would be a full year.

"I hope you are ready to learn." Ian Gael nodded to Arthur, then took a deep breath: "[FekRoSah!]"

Booming-Walls, flags, stone doors and other completely colorless buildings rise around the two, and finally combine into a snow-white mega-building. The overall color turns into stone gray at the moment of its formation.

"Welcome to the Hosggar Monastery," Ayn Gael said to Arthur. "Generally. Those who 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 to be eligible. Seen by us. "

"Well ... if it's me," Arthur stretched out his hand and compared to a flying gesture: "Probably just went up."

"Because ordinary people take a long time to train dragon roar and spit eyes, I generally recommend that they put aside everything in the world and live in the peak of Hosgarh for a long period of practice, but the two qualifications encountered recently have the most Good people, Balguf and Uffrek have rejected this proposal. "Ayn Gael said with regret.

Those are the two lords ... and this "recent" span is a bit large.

"Well, that, I'm ready to learn." Arthur tried to prevent Ain Gael from recalling the past, knowing that he could still be in a coma. It would be nice if he didn't wake up and scared those fellow comrades.

"Given that you have the same qualifications as Ismir, we decided to try the teaching method used at the time, please stand firm." Ayn Gael nodded and looked at Arthur.

How early was the teaching method! Arthur watched the old man take a deep breath, and quickly posed his feet one after another.

"[FusRoDah]!"

Someone had heard the roar in the Nord tomb many times, but unlike the breeze blowing at that time, with the roar of Ayn Gael, a hurricane blew, and Arthur as a whole was unable to resist. He was blown away and hit the wall behind him, but perhaps because he was in a dream, he didn't feel any pain at all.

"These three sentences mean 'power' balance 'push', you have mastered the first one, now see if you can comprehend the latter two." Ayn Gael waved his hand in the air, and the three were like The Dragon script written by the claws appeared before him.

"Um ..." Arthur got up and walked back, frowning at the text in the air.

Normally when he used [Fus] alone, he would have a feeling of unexplained feeling, as if his nose was very itchy, but he was tilting his head for a long time, but he still could n’t sneeze it out. When three consecutive words appeared in front of him, a sense of certainty told him that yes, they were what they were looking for.

The next two moments, the last two words were firmly engraved into the mind like the first, and together with the first, they formed a non-stop flashing, somewhat illusory feeling. Its name was-

"'Unbreakable Power' is the most basic and widely used dragon roar, but its power varies from person to person," Ayn Gaill continued. "If you think you have mastered it, you can try to connect them together. I use, rest assured, you are not enough— "

"[FusRoDah]!"

boom--! With the roar of Arthur, the entire phantom monastery was torn apart, and the first one, Ayn Gael, was directly blown away. Literally, the kung fu in just a few seconds has turned into a small black spot in the sky during the snow day. It seems that I can't come back for the time being.

"Ro, Dah." While Arthur was watching Ayn Gael, who was flying farther and farther, wondering if the teaching could continue, there was another old man's voice behind him.

His costume looks similar to that of Ain Gael, but he is younger, but also has a gray beard. With the powerful roar of dragon in his mouth, the dragon language drawn by Ain Gael. The textualization merged into Arthur's body as a kind of dragon soul-like power, and then the two new learning eyes were fully consolidated.

Arthur is convinced that only through the "consolidation" process just now can it be officially used in the real world, and what just blown away from Ayn Gael should be the greatest power of "unrestrained" in theory.

After waiting for a while, I ’m still unable to see Ian Gael ’s return. Arthur and the newly-emerging old man stared at each other for a while, and finally could n’t help but say: “Uh, what did Ian Gail say about suppression How can I not control it? "

"Ustenga, horn." The gray-beard said pitifully, and Arthur almost immediately understood why he didn't speak-only with these two words exited, wind, snow, flames, and lightning rolled up beside them. After the gray beard shut up, it slowly disappeared.

"Um ... he means that the full version of the unstoppable force is enough to temporarily suppress. If you want to go further, you must go to a place called Ustengra to retrieve the horn?-Ah, you do n’t need to answer, Just nod or shake your head. "Arthur asked the old man.

The unknown gray beard nodded slowly, then waved at Arthur, as if to send him away.

In the next moment, the white world disappeared completely, and the noisy sound of the hotel broke into Arthur's ear.

"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.

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