Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 163 The Matter That Should Be Done
Wu Chen left the Watchers' stronghold.

He left behind the small favor he wanted to do—a final warning to the watchdogs before leaving: to utter that crucial piece of information.

“I’ve heard that there are quite a few vampires active in the White Territory. It seems that your central base in Skyrim is located in the southern part of Morningstar City, the capital of the White Territory. I think you should be more vigilant, because those vampires seem to be much stronger than regular vampires.”

A warning.

Wu Chen's current status and the weight of his words are clearly different from before—Hera's whereabouts are no secret to the many well-informed people in Windhelm City. And the relationship between Wu Chen and her, even on the surface, is quite close.

The words of an apprentice and the words of an academy are not comparable.

The person who had been warned nodded seriously, indicating that he had understood the message.

"I understand. I will write a letter and ask headquarters to be more vigilant."

I hope so.

Normally, once a character reaches level ten, the Vigilant Hall will be overrun and slaughtered by the vampires of Valhach. However, even before that, the high-ranking warrior named Islaan, who was about to rebuild the Dawnguard, would proactively warn the Vigilant, but to no avail.

Because the vampires of Valhach are so powerful.

The Vigilantes are committed to fighting the demons and eradicating vampires. There is no room for retreat, no room for escape. This means that war is destined to break out, and the outcome… is hard to predict.

Harkon was, after all, a powerful and ancient vampire lord. Hopefully, he didn't act personally in that battle.

"May Stendal bless you."

"May Stendhal bless you."

The surging inspiration in his mind silently faded away. The only gain was a portion of the progress towards becoming a 'Master Craftsman'. Wu Chen knew he couldn't possibly complete the advanced magic needed for advancement in a short time. But he wasn't idle either.

He left the street where the guards were.

And while leaving, he examined his own thoughts.

One less task is pending, and the three main priorities remain unshaken for the time being. But beyond that, other impulses lurk deep within my heart.

—When I decided to go to Windhelm, what was my initial plan?
Old memories resurfaced. Wu Chen quickly rediscovered his earlier desire—before he met Hera and began working closely with her, he had already set his sights on an amulet. That amulet was from the Blood on Ice questline, the relic hidden in the hands of the 'Butcher's' true form, known as the 'Necromancer's Amulet'.

More than just relics.

In discussions about the Elder Scrolls universe, the amulet of Mannemark, the Worm King, is actually categorized as an artifact. Since the Undead Witch Moon has already ascended to immortality, the necklace that circulated among many powerful mages but has now fallen into the hands of an ordinary treasure shop owner is indeed a divine artifact.

—I want that amulet.

This desire had been suppressed, since Wu Enfis had already been reminded. The court wizard should have easily investigated and acted upon the findings. However, the court wizard chose to immerse himself in the power struggle. This demonstrates that this abandoned destiny has once again belonged to Wu Chen.

So, where is that amulet now?
The answer quickly came to mind: the amulet should currently be in 'Frost House'—the property owned by the Windhelm Guards, the highest honor bestowed by the lord. And at the source of the Blood on Ice questline, the amulet should be in 'Frost House'.

And the current owner of that property is—

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“Frigga Shattered Shield? Ah… the eldest daughter of the Shattered Shield family, she’s quite a beauty, and she’s not married yet. But be careful, my friend, the Shattered Shield family is not to be trifled with.”

The bloodshed hasn't happened yet. Information about Frosthouse can be easily obtained from the taverns—Windhelm has many taverns, but only Hearthwood Tavern will be included in the game. While a wizard in academy robes may not be well-liked by the local Nords, getting information and finding people from the shrewd tavern owner is not difficult.

There is a difference between wizards and academy wizards. And since the mistress of Frost House is not yet dead, then Wu Chen must go somewhere else.

"However, it is said that the young lady has recently fallen ill with a strange disease, and her guards and maids have been temporarily dismissed—young wizard, perhaps you have the ability to share the burden of the Shattered Shield family?"

The tavern owner gave a knowing smile, a smile that deepened after Wu Chen left behind a few Septin tablets. Wu Chen bought the intelligence and a glass of Nord mead. He took a sip and concluded that it was far inferior to the Hero's Feast.

He took a step forward. The tavern was left behind, and the streets of Windhelm were as noisy and bustling as ever. But the moment he stepped toward Frosthouse, the tide of inspiration that had subsided earlier surged slightly once more.

The to-do list has been added.

The task is in progress.

The Nirn are fundamentally different from humans in conventional fantasy worlds. Even with similar appearances and bodies, the fact remains that all Nirn people are fragments of the original spirit. In other words, the benefits Nirn can achieve in developing their inner selves and refining their thoughts far surpass those of ordinary beings who are not born with holy lineage.

—The source theory, the driving force.

The amplification effect of clear thinking on the Nirn people is a hundred times, a thousand times stronger than that on Earthlings. That's why the Nirn wizards place such importance on the research and development of ideas and thoughts. And at this moment, Wu Chen truly felt that powerful amplification.

—High-ranking wizard.

In the world of the Undead King, he almost always moved freely at the level of a 'High Wizard'. But now, he felt that the power granted by the Voice of the World was so ephemeral.

The feet are still walking.

With each step closer, his study of the new spell progressed. His heart was eager, but his actions were not hurried. As he crossed Windhelm Square, he would offer a few Septin to Hilda, the unseen figure, whose ragged clothes and withered face were actually those of a skilled pickpocket trainer. He continued onward, purchasing some small items for himself in Windhelm's market district.

A dagger, a walking stick, a few throwing knives, and some dry rations.

These were things he didn't need, but an ordinary mid-level wizard would. As he moved through the crowd, he sensed malicious gazes following him. Although far less menacing than the mysterious 'Z,' there was still a hint of threat among them.

Whether as a scout or an assassin—the necromancer's amulet requires the right person to be killed at the right time and place to activate its function. Since Frigga is still alive, it means the ritual hasn't reached the appropriate stage. And considering that even if she were killed, dismembered, and abandoned, the unsealed necromancer's amulet remains in the Frost Mansion instead of being retrieved by the true culprit, it indicates that Frigga's death and Frigga herself played a crucial role in this ritual.

The steps stopped.

The Frosty House is now in sight.

The malicious gaze continued to follow. Wu Chen had already raised his hand and knocked on the door of the Frost Residence.

One second, two seconds.

Weak footsteps gradually echoed within the room. A sickly female voice soon emerged from behind the door. The voice was calm and gentle.

"Please leave, I am not available to receive guests."

Life detection activated. A humanoid orb of light appeared directly behind the door—a rather weak ray of life, seemingly on the verge of extinction.

“I am Dust, a wizard from the academy. I have some concerns about your situation. If you don’t mind, I would like to speak with you face to face.”

He placed his hand on the door, palm facing the crack. The woman behind the door was already so weak, and the magical ornaments showed absolutely no reaction.

"Sorry..." came the voice of refusal.

A faint red light flickered in Wu Chen's palm at the beginning of the sentence.

Soothing Technique, Enhancement, Upgrade.

The ability to cast multiple spells had already been acquired, and the crimson light had seeped in through the crack in the door, just in time to touch the sufficiently weak woman.

The sounds behind the door fell silent.

Wu Chen spoke again.

"Let me in, Miss Frigga."

(End of this chapter)