Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 59: All Good Things Must End
Wu Chen had a good sleep.

Strength surged through his body, and his soul expanded in the baptism. When he opened his eyes, he sensed a rather strange feeling of fullness.

I'm a little hungry, but my soul is full. And my current net magic power limit is...

One thousand four hundred and fifty-three points.

It was still rising, and was only one step away from the 1,500 points required for a mid-level wizard. And if the bonus from the rings and robes was included, it would already be well above the official mid-level.

well.

I don't know if when I reach the standard of a mid-level wizard, putting on the dragon priest mask, I can elevate myself to the level of a high-level wizard.

The possibility is not very high.

The Dragon Priest's Mask was undoubtedly a powerful treasure, but it also had diminishing returns. The weaker one was, the greater the amplification effect. As one grew stronger, its strengthening effect diminished. And based on my own speculation, the realm of power possessed by an unknown Dragon Priest...

——It should be the appearance of a "Grand Mage" level.

Hera Molly is a high-level wizard, the pinnacle of high-level wizardry. If she takes one more step forward, she'll become a legendary archmage. If she's indeed the intended protagonist of the Academy arc, then her role should be roughly equivalent to the legendary dragon priest Molochi she'll ultimately face after completing the storyline.

The Dragon Priest's Mask possesses a unique nature. It embodies the vast majority of a Dragon Priest's power, making it far more powerful than similarly tiered artifacts. However, its limit is likely to be limited to allowing a wizard to approach the realm of a Grand Master. Further advancement would be somewhat challenging.

"I still have to rely on myself." Wu Chen stretched. He finally felt that he could temporarily put aside this nameless dragon priest face and make a little effort to distance himself from the image of the masked spirit.

After acquiring the two amplification items, the robe and the academy seal, he finally gained the ability to repeat Fireball without a mask. Adding Iron Armor, the elemental cloak, the inspiration illusion, and the soon-to-be-learned evasion spell, he was now able to handle minor emergencies.

I got up and washed up briefly. There was still fruit on the table from the previous night. Fortunately, according to the Earth calendar, it was only mid-February in Skyrim, and it was located in the far north. The temperature was generally below ten degrees Celsius, so it wasn't a big problem.

Only when he realized this did Wu Chen remember how strong his body was.

"Perfect."

The apple flavor was perfect too.

Perhaps it was because he had resolved the crisis and gained strength, but Wu Chen felt a surge of vitality. Invisible flames flowed through his body, and his masculinity soared.

——Maybe it’s because the senior is too beautiful.

After a moment's reflection, Hera Molly's figure lingered in his mind. Undeniably, she was the most beautiful woman Wu Chen had ever seen. Far more beautiful than Zuxian, even more beautiful than a celestial being. Her figure was so ideal she looked like something from the second dimension, and her fair complexion was devoid of even a single pimple, spot, or wrinkle. And the confidence, the mystery, the unknown yet alluring aura that permeated her was truly...

Calm down.

I don't know why, but I seem to have calmed down.

It was like there was a voice in my head constantly reminding me that it was best not to be interested in that woman. It was best to maintain the partnership stage and not get even a little closer as long as I could.

"...some kind of spell?"

Maybe it's some kind of spell.

While Tamriel isn't as overflowing with handsome men and beautiful women as a typical two-dimensional fantasy, its prolonged exposure to the magical tides has resulted in an average appearance far superior to that of a typical, impoverished medieval world. Judging solely by their figures and faces, they're practically the same size as a prosperous nation in the real world. This also means that even a top beauty like Hera Mori is likely to encounter considerable trouble due to her beauty.

It might be a spell she placed on herself to prevent and eliminate such troubles.

That's how it should be.

He exhaled, taking the last bite of the apple. He opened the door and welcomed the fresh air of Skyrim.

Well, not new.

Because this is a tavern, and someone has prepared a sumptuous banquet in the living room, waiting for me who has been reluctant to get out of bed to take a seat.

…………………………“To victory! Cheers!”——“Oh!”

"To light and justice! Cheers!" - "Oh!!"

"To our heroes and friends! Master Tolan from the Vigilantes, and Master Daxter from the College of Winterhold! Cheers!" - "Oh!!!"

The voice rang out.

Waves of celebration followed one after another, the fire was blazing, and the atmosphere was heated. People shouted celebratory slogans and raised large cups filled with Nord mead and Alto wine, cheering and pouring the foamy fresh wine into their mouths.

There was plenty of drink and food.

The grilled meat, dipped in honey, is translucent, and the steaming vegetable soup is generously seasoned with salt and spices. Just one sip and you'll instantly feel warm and satisfied, from your heart to your hands and feet.

It was the first time Wu Chen had eaten such a full meal that morning. It was also the first time he encountered so many people toasting him with such enthusiasm and gratitude. They were mainly miners and their families. They drank entire glasses of wine in one gulp, while even a mere sip from Wu Chen would evoke cheers.

Wu Chen didn't drink alcohol in the past.

But he had to admit, when someone bowed to him, thanked him, and shed tears, it was indeed difficult to continue with this habit. And when he poured the pale yellow liquid into his mouth, the feeling on his lips and tongue was much better than he had expected.

He wasn't tipsy, nor was he tipsy. Perhaps that was due to his strong physique. Seeing him a little unsure about his glass and unused to speaking, the toasting guests gave a friendly laugh and stepped aside to attend to classic Nords like Tolan and Vasco, while bringing more steaming food to the table in front of him.

taste good.

It tastes very comfortable too.

While the living room was bustling with activity, the tiger man Lazard slipped in quietly, wearing a cloak, and sat down quietly in the seat next to Wu Chen.

"Daxter, my friend. You are truly...unique."

"First day knowing?" Wu Chen picked up an apple pie and stuffed it into his mouth. The ingredients were more substantial than on Earth, but unfortunately the taste wasn't much stronger.

"Just a sigh." Lazard shook his head slightly, and gently held up a glass of beer with his furry hands.

"Lazard wants to apologize to you, Danxter. I may not be able to fulfill the promise I made to you." He lifted his glass and took a sip. "Lazard will not be able to take you to Windhelm on time."

"Is there something going on?" Wu Chen raised his eyebrows slightly.

"This town has just suffered a blow, and yesterday, an entire guild associated with thieves was uprooted. This means that this town needs a new merchant, and soon more merchants will come from all over to fill the business gap here."

Lazard was a down-and-out businessman who happened to have a whole lot of goods to sell.

"This opportunity must not be missed." Wu Chen nodded. "I understand. Besides, you can't actually send me to Windhelm."

Indeed, the Khajiit couldn't enter Windhelm. Lazard would at best send Wuchen to the Khajiit Merchant Guild camp outside Windhelm...assuming the roving Khajiit caravans still stayed there.

"Lazard is very sorry..."

"It's mainly because of us," Captain Vasco said, raising his glass as he approached Wu Chen's table. "What happened here must be reported to the Palace of the Kings. Although the esteemed Lord Ulfric is away, Lord Jorefu will record and handle everything that happened here. Your contribution to this matter cannot be ignored. Lord Jorefu will surely be pleased to meet you."

He glanced at Lazard. There was no disdain, but there was no respect either. This was the typical attitude of more reasonable Nords toward non-humans.

"And your Khajiit friend might not be suitable to travel with us. This is not only because we are on official business, but also because... a Khajiit who gets along well with soldiers might be a little uncomfortable with his own people."

So that’s how it is—Wu Chen probably understood.

All of them felt that Wu Chen was in a hurry - even though Wu Chen had just had a good night's sleep, they still felt that Wu Chen was in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)