Because of their previous conversation, Freya didn't resist and obediently followed Guilliman towards a fortress.
At this moment, the terrifying giant dragon Alduin had already descended. With a single Dragon Shout, he unleashed a storm of apocalypse that enveloped the entire town of Helgen.
Countless massive fireballs, like meteors, rained down furiously, destroying all the buildings in the town.
Everywhere, there were shouts from Imperial soldiers and town residents, sounds of battle, and cries for help.
Guilliman also looked back.
Watching the black giant dragon soaring in the sky, nearly a hundred meters long, covered in thick scales, and spewing endless flames from his mouth, he couldn't help but feel a little awestruck.
Alduin's might, indeed worthy of being called the World-Eater.
If you add his robust physique and the countless Dragon Shout magics he mastered, the giant dragons in the Witcher world were just lizards that could only flap their wings in comparison to him.
If this Alduin were a little dragon girl, he might consider making her his mount.
Guilliman fantasized for a moment, then turned to look at Freya, the Dragonborn girl beside him, who seemed a little flustered by the chaos.
In the near future, would this young girl really be capable of defeating Alduin and becoming the hero who saves the world?
The Witcher sighed to himself, then pulled the Dragonborn girl into Helgen's keep.
At this time, most of the soldiers in the keep had already gone out to fight the giant dragon and evacuate the town residents, with only a small portion likely still stationed inside the keep.
As soon as Guilliman and Freya entered, they ran into four Imperial soldiers.
At this moment, Freya and the Witcher appeared to have no weapons in their hands, not even decent armor, while their opponents were fully armed soldiers.
The Dragonborn girl was quite courageous, making a decision in an instant, truly living up to her Nord bloodline.
She directly grabbed a chair nearby and slammed it hard at one soldier. Amidst flying wood splinters, she used her shoulder to knock another soldier flying.
"Quick, Guilliman, grab their weapons."
However, when Freya turned her head to look, she saw a figure rush over like a sharp sword.
He gently waved his hand, and the two soldiers in front of him fell into a state of mental daze.
Then, in the blink of an eye, the two unsuspecting soldiers were struck in the throat by a fist, spitting blood, bones shattering, and collapsing while clutching their necks.
And the two soldiers she had just knocked flying also did not escape their fate; almost in a blink of an eye, the Witcher rushed to their side and killed them with wood splinters he casually picked up.
This skilled killing technique left Freya both impressed and a little surprised. The Dragonborn girl skillfully stripped the equipment from the soldiers, then, not minding the bloodstains, put it on, a rather innocent smile on her face, and said:
"You're so strong, Guilliman."
"Are you a Nord too? But looking at your age, you seem to be about the same as me."
The Witcher didn't mind exposing his special abilities. He casually drew the Sword of Radiance from his storage space, then took out a fragrant, freshly baked roast meat bun, handed it to Freya, and said:
"I am a wandering Witcher."
"It just so happens I have some special abilities."
"Here, have this bun; it tastes quite good."
Freya subconsciously took the bun, then bit into it, letting out a satisfied sigh.
After a few seconds, she seemed to realize something, exclaiming "Eh?" and said, somewhat shocked:
"What's with this cool sword?"
"Guilliman, where did you pull it out from?"
"Oh, right, and this roast meat bun, why does it taste like it's just been baked? It's really good."
Freya was a very pure Nord girl. She usually appeared honest and gave a sense of security, but when she fought, she was as fierce as a polar bear.
Guilliman didn't explain. Instead, after she had put on her equipment, he casually patted Freya's plump and firm butt, which looked like it could bear many children, and then said:
"Didn't I tell you? I have some special abilities."
"Alright, let's leave quickly."
"Imperial soldiers and Stormcloaks might come in soon."
"Neither of us is on the criminal roster, so as long as we leave here, no one will be looking for us, and we'll be free."
After being patted on the butt, Freya first froze for a moment, then said with a somewhat annoyed expression:
"Guilliman, are you asking for a beating?"
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