The Bald Monk in the City

The area near Winterhold College is a large wilderness, with white snow covering everything.

The turbulent airflow in the sky mixed with ice **** hit people's faces, and the environment here was bad enough for ordinary creatures.

If it's in the game of the material world, it's actually not that big here.

But when it truly exists as a world, it becomes extremely vast.

Yi Qiu glanced at it now, and there was snow white all around, and only this color remained in the entire world.

Even if Yi Qiu was in the sky, he could not find any special area.

"Wow!!!"

At this moment, a loud and long howl caught Yi Qiu's attention.

For the dragons of Skyrim, they have the habit of roaring periodically.

In Skyrim, the roar of the dragon has various special magical powers.

In a sense, it also has the effect of summoning dragon descendants, which can promote the harmonious control of the number of sky dragons.

After thinking about it, Yi Qiu lowered the evil wind a little, and then moved in the direction of Longhou.

The dragons of Skyrim will have great differences in combat effectiveness depending on the type. Yi Qiu is going to find the most common dragon species to practice hand skills.

After all, no matter how weak it is in the game, it is still a dragon.

For most planes, dragons are not so weak creatures.

"call……"

After flying for a while, Yi Qiu held the head of the cloud and looked at the dragon soaring in the sky through the boundless snow.

This is the first time Yi Qiu has come into contact with a dragon at such a close distance. Its huge size and winding bat wings show a kind of formidable power.

Yi Qiu could hear the huge sound of its strong bat wings that were afraid of hitting the air, which was a manifestation of full of vitality and vitality.

Like a fluttering bird, people can clearly feel the rhythm from the most source of life.

In short, it sounds chewy...

Yi Qiu calmly touched his bald head. He currently has no intuitive combat detection capabilities and equipment.

Unlike the five-color dragons, the dragons in Skyrim have very significant color differences. In fact, their overall painting styles are very similar.

This requires a certain amount of knowledge of the dragon-sky branch to judge. For Yi Qiu, he obviously does not possess these.

However, Yi Qiu didn't feel too dangerous aura from the soaring dragon, which meant that at least it didn't have the ability to kill Yi Qiu in seconds.

After observing a wave in secret, Yi Qiu first pressed the cloud head and left quietly.

He was going to try to open the Inverse Eight Door Dunjia first, and if he couldn't control it in the end, he would come and kick it directly, or wait until he succeeded before coming over to hammer.

Then, Yi Qiu looked around in the sky, found a basin covered with snow and flew over...

"call……"

In the snow and ice, Yi Qiu stood on the thick snow layer in the Wuming Basin.

The accumulation of a long time has allowed the snow layer here to have a considerable thickness. Yi Qiu is not sure why the mage of Skyrim chose such an area to establish the Winterhold Academy.

After all, the environment here is not a comfortable scene for the relatively weak mages.

Yi Qiu began to recall the specific operation details of Ni-Bamen Dunjia. He had never opened the dead door, but the power of the dead door was beyond doubt.

As far as Yi Qiu's own conditions are concerned, if he wants to open Ni-Bamen Dunjia, he needs to complete the reversal within a very short time after opening the dead door.

Otherwise, it will be more difficult to shake the Eight Door Dunjia, which has formed a complete energy circuit.

For other users, they don't have such troubles, and Yi Qiu's physique has reached ordinary levels.

If he does not grasp the fleeting opportunity at the beginning, he doubts that the door in his body will repair itself in a very fast time.

This means that he must succeed at one time, and he must completely break through the door in his body at one time.

Yi Qiu calmed down for a while, then quietly felt the door in his body.

The roaring cold wind and frost and snow couldn't interfere with him, and his current spiritual realm had a certain degree of fire.

After Yi Qiu concentrated his consciousness completely on the area where the door was opened, he began to use the head to assist him in the operation of the Eight Door Dunjia.

The energy in his body began to flow rapidly, and then...

"thump……"

"thump……"

Just when Yi Qiu was about to open the door of death directly, a sharp pain in his heart like a needlestick stopped him.

Clarify disaster?

Yi Qiu touched his bald head, and he suddenly realized that he had found the most correct posture for him to open Ni-Bamen Dunjia...

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"Ahem..."

Ferre-Sila pulled her snow boots out of the thick snow with some effort. She was a dragon hunter.

This is a very famous job outside, but actually very rare.

Because hunting dragons is not just for fun.

And what it carries is a heavy and **** history, a heritage full of thorns and tribulations.

Feller-Sila is not very interested in this profession herself, or she doesn't really recognize this profession very much.

Because she feels that hunting dragons is a risky choice, but it is undoubtedly not suitable as a profession.

But she finally took over the bow from her grandmother. There are always some inheritance that need to be sacrificed...

Fei Le Shila's dragon hunter is not high level, because this is a profession that requires dragon blood to gain growth power.

"Before we appeared, the dragon had no natural enemies, but when the first dragon hunter picked up the dragon hunting bow, there has been..."

The grandmother's chattering still echoed in Feller-Sila's ear, and regrettably, she can no longer argue with her as before.

Because when she took over the dragon hunting bow, grandmother peacefully returned to the embrace of the father.

"There will be dragons in such a bad place?"

Ferre-Sila looked at the information obtained from the intelligence dealer on the retina, which said that there were a large number of dragon species in this world.

"Father God, I hope it won't be a white dragon again... I'm really fed up with the shame of these dragons."

Feller-Sila's current professional energy levels are all obtained by hunting white dragons, of course, all she hunts are white dragons below the adult dragon standard.

Although the white dragon is indeed weaker, the adult white dragon still has a certain lethality.

At least for now, Feller-Sila doesn't think he can safely hunt down an adult white dragon.

Ferre-Sila prayed silently in her heart, while looking around warily.

In this place where white dragons may appear, frost giants will also become very common.

However, although there are some differences in this world, it's just that Ferre-Sila did not get more detailed information.

Because the money she has left is only enough to pay for this now...

"Damn greenskin, one day I will grab all this money."

Feller-Sila thought a little bit disgustedly while holding her dragon hunting bow.

And at this moment, she felt a sudden shock on the ground, a violent sound came from the air, and then a huge white mist like a mushroom cloud rose in the distance!

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