Support and be 30 chapters ahead of webnovel:
patreon/Draco_
For every 5 Patreon mberships I receive, I'll release 15 chapters all at once. Your support ans a lot to .
*****
"Little Blue is flying west at a speed of 340 ters per second, while I am leaping in pursuit at a speed of 3400 ters per second. The initial distance between us is 30,600 ters.
So, the question is: how many seconds will it take for to catch up to Little Blue?"
George abruptly accelerated, pushing his leaping speed to ten tis the speed of sound as he chased after Nidenia, who was fleeing at supersonic speeds.
At the sa ti, he privately set this math problem for himself in his mind, and then, with a smile, he provided the answer.
"According to the relative velocity formula, it will take exactly ten seconds to catch up to Little Blue."
Ten seconds later, he could already see Nidenia, who was desperately pulling up her altitude high in the sky.
At this mont, Nidenia was so terrified her soul practically left her body. She had never imagined that this human could be such a freak—it took him a re ten seconds to catch up to her.
Now, her only prayer was to pull her altitude high enough so that he could not reach her.
Unfortunately, while imagination is beautiful, reality is cruel.
"Off you go!"
George kicked the peak of an iceberg, snapping it off cleanly. Then, with a wave of his hand, he chopped it into hundreds of massive boulders. He hoisted one of them up and hurled it violently toward Nidenia, who was still climbing continuously into the sky.
Under George's terrifying, superhuman strength, the massive boulder ascended rapidly, looking just like a rising teor.
"How can such a monstrous human exist in this world?!"
Nidenia sensed the rock smashing toward her from below. Scared out of her wits, she imdiately swerved, dodging the attack by a hair's breadth.
Her intuition told her that if she were hit by that massive stone, she would likely lose half her life.
Moreover, she discovered a critical problem: judging by the distance the stone was thrown, even if she pulled up to her maximum altitude, there was still a risk of being hit.
Unless she passed through the rifts left by the Aedra long ago and left Nirn for Aetherius.
But with her current strength, that was simply impossible.
Therefore, the only solution was to dodge the big rocks thrown by George and wear down his patience.
"You dodge pretty fast, huh? Let's see how you dodge this now!"
George wasn't surprised to see Nidenia dodge the stone he threw.
Instead, he rapidly lifted the other rocks from the ground. At a speed difficult for the naked eye to distinguish, he hurled them one by one toward Nidenia.
Because the stones thrown later were hurled with significantly more force than the earlier ones, the result was that hundreds of massive boulders arrived at the target almost simultaneously.
Furthermore, they completely sealed off all of Nidenia's dodging space.
"No!"
Seeing so many giant rocks smashing toward her, leaving her no way to evade, Nidenia's dragon eyes went wide. She forcefully spewed out a breath of freezing air, attempting to freeze and shatter the incoming boulders.
Upon eting Nidenia's extre cold, the massive rocks did indeed slow down imdiately and showed signs of cracking from the frost.
However, before she could celebrate for even two seconds, she saw thousands more giant rocks smashing toward her.
It turned out that George had stomped the lower half of that iceberg into pieces, and then rapidly hurled those shattered fragnts right at her.
"Done and dusted!"
Watching Nidenia fall straight down from the sky like a sparrow hit by a shotgun, George waved his hand, a smile appearing on his face.
Boom!
With a loud crash, Nidenia once again smashed a large crater into the ground, followed by a violent cough as she spat out a mouthful of dragon blood.
"Are you going to run away again?"
George squatted at the edge of the crater, asking with a face full of mockery.
Nidenia lay in the pit, huge dragon tears resembling diamonds welling up in her two eyes.
"I won't run, I won't run. I really won't run this ti..."
Twenty minutes later.
Jarl Korir and Arch-Mage Savos watched as the blue dragon, covered in wounds, ca flying back trembling, with George riding on its back.
"He actually caught up. And this blue dragon seems to be injured much more severely than before; it must have taken quite a beating."
The sa thought arose in both of their hearts. They exchanged a glance and suddenly felt that the blue dragon was actually quite pitiable.
"Just rest on the ice layer below Winterhold. If you get hungry, catch so seals to eat. If you run away again, I'll snap your dragon horns off."
After giving Nidenia her instructions, George bid farewell to the enthusiastic Jarl Korir. He then took Arvel and Savos along, walking north along the streets of Winterhold.
The College of Winterhold was located at the northernmost point of the city, suspended high above the thick ice of the Sea of Ghosts. The Frozen Hearth Inn was also towards the north, so they were going the sa way.
"Arch-Mage Savos, I have a matter I'd like to trouble you with."
"Mr. George, please speak!"
Faced with a request from such a terrifying warrior as George, Savos treated it with considerable importance.
With an existence of this level, the rule was certainly to avoid offending him if possible. If a friendship could be forged, that would naturally be even better.
Therefore, if George needed help with sothing, as long as it wasn't completely impossible, he would certainly not refuse.
"Ahem, it's like this. The purpose of my visit to Winterhold this ti is actually to join the College of Winterhold to study magic."
"Join our college to study?"
Savos and the several college instructors behind him were instantly stunned upon hearing George's words.
George nodded.
"Yes. Perhaps you won't believe it, but actually, I am not a warrior. I am a mage!"
"Hah, you are a mage?"
The expressions on the faces of Savos and the instructors imdiately beca sowhat bizarre.
A legendary warrior whose speed was faster than a dragon, and who could knock a dragon unconscious with his bare hands, was actually claiming to be a magician. This was truly hard for them to believe.
"Mr. George, may I ask which spells you have currently mastered?"
"Flas, Frostbite, Sparks, Oakflesh, Fury, Courage..."
George listed all the novice-level magic he had learned over the recent period.
Hearing that George was only naming novice spells, the expressions on their faces grew even stranger. They were even struggling to hold back the smiles on their faces, afraid that George would notice and get angry.
They felt that George was simply a warrior with a slight interest in magic, much like those spellswords who learned a bit of basics. He couldn't be called a mage at all.
Furthermore, he likely didn't have any magical talent; otherwise, how could he only understand those novice spells?
"Very good. Mr. George, you have great talent for magic. On behalf of the College of Winterhold, we welco you.
You may attend any class in any school of magic as you please. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask these instructors; they are all top-tier mages.
Or you can co to find at any ti. It is no problem at all."
Savos did not expose George. Instead, he agreed to George's request with a face full of happiness.
Even if George didn't know a lick of magic, having such a powerful warrior willing to join Winterhold was nothing bad.
"Then I thank you, Arch-Mage."
George had originally wanted to demonstrate his Flas spell—which looked more like a sea of fire—to prove his magical talent.
But seeing that Savos agreed so easily, he decided not to waste any more ti.
After all, being able to cast Flas to the extent of creating a sea of fire would certainly attract the attention of these mages. Once they asked how he did it...
He couldn't exactly say it was because his mana pool was just too powerful.
In any case, his goal was simply to join the college and properly study the magic of this world.
As long as the goal was achieved, that was good enough.
(End of Chapter)
Reviews
All reviews (0)