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The experience of the rushed journey these past few days made George realize that, lacking magic like flight or teleportation, he needed a flying mount for transportation.
And in this world, there was only one type of flying mount: a dragon.
His original plan was to join the College of Winterhold first, and then, if the opportunity arose, consider the matter of subduing a dragon to be his mount.
He hadn't expected one to deliver itself right to his doorstep.
However, he had not yet learned the specific Dragon Shouts used for taming dragons, nor had he learned Dragonrend, which was designed to be used against dragons.
But that didn't matter. He had his own methods for taming a dragon.
Physical taming was still taming.
The dragons of this world were all splintered from the Dragon God Akatosh. It was only because Alduin was the most powerful among them that he became the king of all dragons.
But this didn't mean every dragon would blindly obey Alduin; each dragon had its own free will.
Just like old Paarthurnax, the dragon second only to Alduin. He had led a faction of dragons in betraying Alduin, taught humans the Dragon Shouts, and then helped humanity banish Alduin.
And then there was the red dragon, Odahviing. After being captured by the Dragonborn, he had decisively sold out Alduin in order to save his own life.
Therefore, as long as he could make a dragon feel that its life was threatened, there was a chance he could subdue it and make it his mount.
"Let's go. We'll go out and see."
Hearing the dragon's roars drawing closer, and looking at the panicking crowd inside the Frozen Hearth inn, George spoke to Arvel beside him, then stood up and walked out.
Arvel swallowed hard, hesitated for a moment, but still followed him.
Although dragons were creatures of legend, no one really knew just how powerful they were.
But Arvel had truly experienced George's power over the last few days.
Moreover, as an adventurer, being able to witness a major event like a dragon attacking a city firsthand was something well worth bragging about.
"Shoot it! Shoot it down!"
"All civilians, get indoors! Don't stay outside!"
"Move! Don't let it grab you!"
"Shields! Shields!"
Outside the inn, the scene was already in chaos. The Winterhold guards, under the command of Jarl Korir, were launching an attack against a pure blue dragon.
Unfortunately, the dragon was flying high in the sky, so they could only attack it with bows and arrows. However, ordinary arrows couldn't possibly pierce the blue dragon's tough hide.
Every time the blue dragon dived, it would snatch one or two lives.
The blue-colored frost it spewed from its mouth could instantly freeze a large group of guards, temporarily robbing them of their ability to move.
Winterhold, after the Great Collapse, had no city walls or fortresses, nor any various defensive measures. Its number of soldiers was also far less than in other cities.
Compounding this, because of their aversion to magic, there were no mages among the guards, nor did they possess any magical weapons.
Therefore, facing the blue dragon's assault, they were gradually beginning to lose their footing.
However, George knew that a mere blue dragon was not capable of truly wiping out Winterhold.
Because Winterhold still had the College of Winterhold.
Although the College of Winterhold was not well-liked in the city, they wouldn't just stand by and do nothing when Winterhold was facing a true crisis.
And with the College's teachers and students combined, let alone one dragon, even if ten or eight dragons came, it wouldn't be an unmanageable problem.
As long as it wasn't on Alduin's level, it wouldn't be a major issue.
"Looks like I need to hurry."
He turned his head to glance toward the west side of Winterhold. He saw that at the College of Winterhold, which stood far in the distance above the Sea of Ghosts, mages had already spotted the situation over here and were gathering people to come over.
"Ah!"
Just then, a wretched scream came from the eastern side of Winterhold. The blue dragon had just executed a dive, snatched a soldier, and then thrown him from a great height.
Bending his knees slightly, George pushed off forcefully. His figure vanished from his original spot, shooting toward the falling soldier at extreme speed. He grabbed the soldier's shoulder and rescued him.
After landing, he set the soldier down. He then leaped again, but this time, his target was the arrogant blue dragon itself.
The blue dragon had just dropped the soldier and was banking in the air, preparing to spray its frost breath on the city of Winterhold below once more. Suddenly, it noticed that a human figure had appeared beside it at some unknown time.
Before it could even react, the figure chopped at its neck with a hand-knife.
"Idiot!"
Seeing this, the blue dragon paid it no mind and continued to breathe its frost.
In its view, a mere human, even one wielding a great axe, couldn't possibly break through its scales in one blow, let alone with a hand-knife.
It was practically just scratching an itch.
It would first use this breath of frost to freeze those little ants shooting arrows below, and then it would turn its head and tear this human in half with one bite.
However, just as the frost shot from its mouth, it suddenly felt an unprecedented, heavy blow to its neck. The frost breath was instantly interrupted. Its draconic eyes bulged, and its tongue lolled out involuntarily.
At the same time, its body, having sustained the heavy impact, was sent smashing toward the ground like a cannonball.
"I held back a lot of strength. It shouldn't die that easily, right?"
George retracted his hand and landed lightly. He turned his head to look at the blue dragon, which had just smashed a large crater in the ground, and muttered to himself.
He wasn't entirely sure how strong the defenses of this world's dragons were.
So, for that hand-knife strike just now, he had initially used quite a bit of force.
It was only at the instant of impact, judging that the blue dragon might not be able to withstand his full blow, that he retracted a significant amount of his strength.
On the other side, Winterhold's Jarl Korir and his group of soldiers were still in a state of stunned disbelief.
They had deeply experienced the blue dragon's power.
Yet such a powerful dragon had been knocked out of the sky by this unfamiliar warrior with a single hand-knife chop.
How could this not shock them?
George ignored Korir and the others, who had not yet recovered from their shock. He leaped into the large crater and directly pinned down the blue dragon, which had just regained some awareness and was trying to get up.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, the blue dragon's head was viciously slammed back into the earth, and its mind was instantly plunged back into dizziness.
"Submit to me, or die!"
George released an oppressive aura, one even more powerful than that of a god, and spoke to the blue dragon.
Although he had not yet fully advanced to the single-universe level, he was less than a month away.
The oppressive aura he currently exuded was second only to the Dragon God Akatosh, and it far surpassed Alduin's.
Coupled with the fact that George himself possessed the ability to dragonize, and his dragonized form also exceeded Alduin's, making him a king among dragon kings.
So, the blue dragon, currently being pinned to the ground and beaten, was at this very moment, fully experiencing what true terror felt like.
She felt that if she dared to say the word "no," her head would immediately be blown apart.
As long as her head was destroyed but her soul remained, she could be resurrected again by Alduin. This was the very reason she dared to fly so brazenly over a human city.
However, a deep intuition from her soul told her that this existence behind her, who she couldn't tell if it was human or god, absolutely had a way to annihilate her dragon soul completely.
(End of Chapter)