Dragonborn Saga-Chapter 759: Dragon Terror

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The fight between Jon and Kungosvern was transcendental.

A Dragon of absolute strength whose scales are shimmering gold like the armor of the legendary et'Ada. Each sword strike was deflected, every spell was reflected, every blow was absorbed, and every shock was reverted.

Kungosvern was a powerhouse among the most powerful dragons, rivaled by no one, and only serving the one true king of the Dov, Alduin.

Facing him was the legendary Dragonborn of the end times, the Last Dovahkiin, the ultimate dragon slayer. The man who ended two branches of the Dragon Cult all by himself and smitten the manpower of the War Dragons under a mountain.

His body was impervious to all attacks, his movements were the epitome of every aspect of warfare, his mind was the fastest to calculate all the optimal tactics regarding all opponents, and his senses were sharp enough to predict all the powerful shouts any Dragon could utter just as the Dragon inhales air.

{A/n: If the Great Crusade was passing by, he'd be mistaken for a Primarch.}

The wind howled with terror and the air thrummed with tension, thick and heavy with the weight of the impending clash. The peak of Dragonkind versus the peak of Mankind, the two apex races poised on the precipice of an epic confrontation. The stakes couldn't be higher; the winner takes all, while the loser faces the potential annihilation of their entire species.

High above, in the ethereal realm of Aethereus, even the Aedra watched with bated breath. The Champion of Man had ascended to the pinnacle of mortal achievement but at a cost. Most of the divine blessings that had aided him were severed. All eyes now turned to the Dragon God of Time who held the last thread of fate connecting him to the Dragonborn.

Will this be the end of the Kalpa? Even those so-called Gods had no idea.

Should they ready themselves for the turn of the wheel?

Will the tower collapse and bring the rise of the new age?

Should they start preparing for the new Dawn?

The game had never been this tense before.

The Daedra, ever opportunistic, saw the impending reset as a chance to reshape their destinies. Those who had once aligned with Jon Dare and those who had not all held their breath, their realms poised for chaos, their powers ready to defy the uncertain times ahead.

"Funny!"

The thought echoed simultaneously in the minds of Aedra and Daedra. They, the most powerful beings, were relegated to the sidelines. All fate rested in the hands of a single, mortal man. His victory and defeat would affect the Kalpa, espically his defeat which may mean its continuation.

They wondered if this was the outcome Lorkhan had envisioned. This unrestrained, absolute freedom? This wild ride where the reins were held by none other than a man barely twenty-one years of age? True, as he had once declared, Mundus was the hub of the Wheel, the Arena where Fate casts its die, and Nirn stood at its very center.

Down in Winterhold, not at all fronts were Dragon and Man fighting.

"VAMPIRES AT THE GATE!"

A guardsman shouted as a horde of black-donned silhouettes with long pointy cone hoods and fanged faces, screamed as they rushed the undefended broken gate.

The simple hold guards, tasked with defending the recently reclaimed northern gate, worked tirelessly to barricade against the relentless onslaught of undead and daedric horrors. They knew the mindless nature of their foes could be exploited; a tight formation and a wall of spears could work wonders against swarming draugrs or atronachs. But vampires were a different breed altogether—living, thinking humanoids, their every sinew and bone supernaturally enhanced. Against such monsters, only other monsters would suffice.

Amidst the disarray of retreating guards, a lone figure emerged, defying the tide of chaos. Like an unyielding rock amidst a raging river, he strode against the tides of fear, his imposing presence alone enough to barricade the gate.

His aura was pure, his armor was steel, and his weapon was a sword so long he could reach the upper part of the gate with it. A knight clad in armor, resembling a Dwemer machine more than just a man, he tightened his grip as the first batch of vampires drew near and swung his sword.

Swoooosh!

Squelch!

Just with a blade, the knight cut three vampires and he didn't seem to have made any effort. Another vampire attempted to avoid his blade and rushed him, only to meet the oversized grip of the man that...

Squash!

... destroyed the vampire's head by simply tightening his grip.

The vampires realized they could no longer rely on the surprise tactic they were aiming for. This particular cell of vampires had been lying in hiding by the order of the Volkihar Clan and was ordered to attack the city and complete certain objectives if the dragon cult attacked.

However, this man who stopped them is too big of a deal to be simply posted in at the northern gate at such a time. All the heroes of Winterhold are currently fighting the Dragons on the rooftops and over the walls.

So... who is that man?

The answer wasn't something that was going to be a mystery for too long. After that man slew the four vampires, he started walking towards the bloodsuckers until he reached the front of the gate.

He rested his greatsword upward on the ground and removed his helmet to better see the vampires or rather... make the vampires see his face.

Wulfur? No. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

One of the Firemane clan members? Neither.

His heavy scars and mangled face made him look unique, but not not quite commonly recognized, unlike the rest of Winterhold's heroes.

Just who is he? That man was never mentioned in any report before.

"It seems we have quite the oversized mosquitos around here." He spoke.

"..."

The vampires all unsheathed their blades and started to spread but as soon as they formed a perfect half-circle around him outside the gate, a few more figures of armor-clad knights started to emerge one by one until they became nine in total. All their armor was bulky, all their weapons were oversized, and all their appearances were horrifying, scarred, mangled, and burned.

One of them was carrying a standard of House Dare and one word was written beneath the crescent dragon sigil, "Housecarls".

"Excellent work as always, Trudvar." A female voice came from the standard-bearing knight.

"Thank you, Lydia." Trudvar replied.

Lydia stepped forward and planted the standard in the ground with all her might before unsheathing her oversized one-handed sword.

"Brothers and Sisters, the nine housecarls of the Grand Thane shall now purge those bloodsucking freaks. PURGE THEM!"

The nine housecarls of the Grand Thane were the latest group created by Jon whom he trained personally in the art of heavy armor, great weaponry, and even destruction magic. Commanded by Lyida, who showed great promise among the nine and was given the Standard of House Dare, the power of this secret group of warriors was anything but simple.

Their bodies were trained to their peak, their senses were sharpened like no other, and their sense of duty was boosted by the achievements of their lord. To them, he is a figure more worthy than anyone and his burdens are theirs to bear.

It goes without saying that this unfortunate group of vampires that happened to run into the housecarls were eradicated so badly when their souls returned to Molag Bal, they were already violated with passion.

The tide of battle started to shift finally for the defenders. Three of the four main gates were now back under control and what remained was the western gate and the dragons circling the skies. Alina's illusion magic masked the movements of the defenders well and until the main defense points were retaken, the counterattack against the dragons finally began.

In the streets of the northeastern part of the city, the Altmer Miranda rode a flame horse atronach and used its power to imbue her arrows with flames as she kept shooting up at a certain dragon. Isha and Mirren harassed the same dragon until it finally decided to land and deal with them close and personal.

Just as the dragon had them cornered, a large shadow covered the sky above him and two other dragons fell on top of him, one was Jullanar who had somehow adapted to her dragon body and used all manner of dirty tactics as she grappled the dragon from the sky.

Since three of the dragons were occupied in this place, the other three tried to break the defense lines all by themselves but there were those who were ready to face them.

One particular dragon tried to get too close to the ground to personally check on the state of the defenders as he got tired from Alina's spell. However, as his movements were being monitored, Alina prepared an ambush for him and it was the worst possible foe for a dragon to meet at the moment.

Out of the stone buildings, a band of red-headed maniacs started to throw dark iron hooks at the dragon and entangled him with them. The dragon had to land in order to avoid injury to his wings but just as his feet touched the ground, the redheads swarmed him like ants from all corners.

"Catching a dragon! HAHA! Foresti, this will be our first."

"Focus, Njord! This is not a taming game."

The beast-taming Firemane clan was finally having its go at capturing a dragon.

The reason for this reckless act was because of the request of a certain member of their clan who had been sharpening her axe all day after entrusting her infants to Nurina.

The beast's roars were slowly morphing into angry grunts when its mouth was forced shut with special chains, signaling its inability to shout. Hilda Firemane, amidst the chaos and debris, pushed herself off the ground and met the dragon's gaze with unwavering determination. Her hair seemed to glow with an almost manic energy, reflecting her state of mind. Sparks flew as she dragged her battle axe along the rough stone street, each movement brimming with anger.

Today, even the dragonborn's mother was also slaying dragons.

But not only his mother, even his father who had just returned had still quite the score to resolve with the creatures he once respected. Dragonknight Jonrad Firemane just lost his house the other day and with it, he was hellbent on building a new home of the bones of a dragon. He stood tall on a building's roof and as soon as he caught the attention of a dragon, the two engaged in a fiery battle that melted the snow all over the city.

Near the southern gate, the mages of Winterhold's college led by Faralda finally came as reinforcements and engaged in battle with a frost dragon on their own. This battle was especially fierce as the dragon caused an avalanche in order to bury them whole, but they were very meticulous in their craft and can be considered the fastest group to deal with the Dragon as they immobilized him with a barrage of storm spells and blasted him off the sky with a masterful blow, eventually killing him with a spam of fireballs.

Every group has dealt with a dragon one way or the other as Alina coordinated them into action. Finally, she managed to get all the groups to rally together at the center of the city around the tower.

By now, the undead and daedra that flowed into the city were contained and all the groups marched at the largest plaza near the western gate.

But it was too early to celebrate victory, the horde of the undead and daedra had one final push to make against the defenders, and from the southern horizons, Alina could see more dragons flying towards Winterhold to join the fray.

At that time, she felt the tower humming beneath her feet and finally, its tonal powers had reached their peak. She activated one final function and from beneath the floor of the roof, an artifact appeared on a pedestal.

The gleaming war horn, a magnificent ten feet of dragon bone and gilded metal, stood before Alina, its bell reaching towards the heavens. With a mix of trepidation and determination, she drew near, her hand reaching out to the mouthpiece. The cool metal pressed against her lips as she inhaled deeply, filling her lungs to their capacity. Then, with a powerful exhalation, she released the air into the horn's waiting depths.

THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWOOOOOOOHHH!

The horn's ominous sound reverberated through the world, striking fear into the hearts of men and dragons alike. All creatures were momentarily paralyzed by the maddening noise, but the dragons suffered the worst of its effects.

Those dragons still airborne, particularly those approaching from the south, began plummeting from the sky like stones. They desperately beat their wings and roared, struggling to regain control and retreat in terror. This was no ordinary horn; it was the Horn of Ja'darri, the most potent of all dragonhorns.

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- Novice Flipper (1$ > 0.80$) : 1 Early Chapter

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