The Wizard of Winterhold In Marvel Universe

In the original world, Nolan also rode a dragon several times during missions, but this time it was completely different from playing a VR game. Two dragon horns.

Possibly because he stayed on the Necroplanet for a long time and was polluted by negative energy, the surface of Duneville's scales was somewhat pitted, but it was more conducive for Nolan to stand firm on it. It roared, then flapped its wings, and gradually lifted into the air.

As he climbed higher, Nolan watched the scenery under his feet gradually become smaller, and he couldn't help shivering because he was afraid of heights.

Dunneville sensed his abnormality and turned his head slightly, his question resounded like thunder, resounding through the ground:

"What's the matter, grab the root treasure? You destroyed the world-destroying dragon with your own hands, smashed the vampire monarch's plan to annihilate the sun, defeated the first-generation dragonborn head-on, and faced the existence of seventeen demon gods!"

"A warrior like you, the hero of Skyrim, is there anything in the world that you should be afraid of?"

The lung capacity of giant dragons is too large, and the disadvantage is that their voices can travel far away, and normal communication often results in the effect of 'loud conspiracy'.

The people on the ground, whether it was Peter Parker, Frank or Skye, fell silent after hearing its words. Franklin held the steering wheel and swallowed hard:

"Has the world faced so many perils before we know it?"

The Punisher looked at Gatling in his hand, and suddenly felt a sense of dullness.

"After all, the power of mortals is limited, Xiao Fu." He said suddenly without beginning or end.

"Ah? Of course, isn't this normal?"

Franklin didn't know what he was talking about, and Uncle Pu didn't explain it. He just looked up at the sky, silently watching the figure soaring in the sky.

......

"Those are all over, Dunneville! I am no longer the Nord hero of the past, but an ordinary mage living a peaceful life in this world!"

Nolan shouted to the dragon below him.

"Is that so? How do you explain these ants below? Your heart of justice is still there, and your fighting blood is still boiling. I can see it when you grab the root treasure!"

"Shut up you!"

Dunneville's voice was so loud that every word he said seemed to be broadcast on the air; it was embarrassing to brag about himself in front of so many people.

"Hurry up and end all this, so that you can have time to wander around this strange world. But don't blame me for not reminding you, there are many existences that are comparable to or even more powerful than demons. You have to be careful yourself."

"Yes, I can feel it; there is a powerful mage watching us in the distance, and eyes from above are watching me. In the far east, there is a group of people who are not weak." Du Neville seems to be sensing something:

"But that has nothing to do with me. I didn't belong to this plane originally. Even death is just a return to me!"

It fluttered against the dragon's wings, and finally penetrated the clouds and rose to a sufficient height.

Under the scorching sun behind him, a dragon roar suddenly sounded in the air: "Grab Genbao, sit tight!"

Nolan hurriedly grabbed the dragon's horn, then Duneville retracted his wings and swooped down from above the clouds.

Five kilometers, three kilometers, one thousand meters, three hundred meters...

When he was about to land on the ground, Duneville stretched out his wings to control the speed of his fall and hovered in mid-air.

The scene of the dragon descending in this scene was like Alduin's first devotion, which brought a great shock to everyone.

These gangsters in the abandoned processing factory just responded to Jin Bing's call, and the "Watchmen"'s crime-fighting behavior angered them, so they chose to gather together to resist.

After Nolan's blizzard, Skye's small earthquake, and a round of blows against them by Xiao Fu and Punisher, the number of gangsters still alive and sticking here has been greatly reduced;

And the advent of mythical creatures like 'Dragon' has smashed the psychological defense line of most people.

"Mom, mom! I'm quitting, I'm going home!"

A bald-headed man with tattoos all over his body suddenly dropped his gun and tried to escape, his emotions completely collapsed.

However, a bald man who was one size bigger than him walked up to him in a few steps, and lifted the tattooed man with one hand; with his roar, his wrist snapped and broke the former's neck.

Jin Bing coldly looked at the stunned gunman near him, and pinned his cane on the ground:

"Are you holding fire sticks in your hands? Fire me! It's just a big lizard, what are you afraid of! Fire!!"

Under his consistent prestige, the surrounding gangsters opened fire one after another; in farther places, more people refused to obey the order, dropped their guns and fled.

'Da da da da da-'

A burst of bullets hit the surface of Duneville's dragon scale, and a little spark appeared on it.

The latter didn't even close his eyes, he just opened his wings to maintain an angle, hid Nolan behind him, and just relied on his defense to eat a round of bullet storms.

"Be careful!" Nolan's eyes swept a little fire, reminding him.

A gunman risked his life and came to the position of the mortar barrel and stuffed a shell into it. With a loud bang, the cannonball was fired, drawing an arc and falling towards the dragon's back.

"ZunHaalViik!"

(Dragon Roar - Disarm!)

Duneville roared at the cannonball in mid-air, the latter suddenly became misfiring, lost its forward kinetic energy, and fell straight to the feet of several gangsters on the ground.

"Oh...W.T.F—"

"Bam—"

"Similar to the wisdom of dwarves, is it a mechanical creation?" Duneville landed on the ground and looked at the crater produced by the explosion with interest: "The power is not small, and it is barely comparable to your incineration technique. "

"Hey you!"

With an angry shout, the underground king of New York, Jin Bing, glared at Nolan with bloodshot eyes and shouted:

"You are the mastermind behind the so-called 'Watchmen', Nolan Lee, right!? What grudges do we have between us!?"

His dark face was nearly twisted: "You first destroyed my plan to transform soldiers, let your subordinates smash my territory everywhere~www.novelmt.com~ destroyed my red light district transaction, and killed so many of my subordinates!"

"Why! Why exactly!"

Seeing him questioning himself, Dunneville yawned boredly.

It asked Nolan, "This is your enemy? A weak orc warrior?"

"Although he is quite dark, he is not an orc, nor is he weak."

"I smelled the stench of evil souls on him; even in the Soul Stone Mound, this inferior soul can only be used as fertilizer for the soul pod."

"By the way, speaking of souls, can you bring me some soul pods from the soul stone tomb? Soul stones are also available. I haven't found anything similar in this world."

"Hehe...hehe..." Jin Bing laughed a little crazy when he was almost ignored by one person and one dragon. He took two steps forward, suddenly raised his cane and aimed at Nolan and Duneville: "Go to hell!"

'Hey—'

A green, poisonous mist spewed from the top of his hand, covering both; however, he immediately heard a whisper:

"Ice storm!"

With the release of Nolan's magic power, a gust of wind swept up countless icicles as sharp as knives, swept the poisonous mist into the air, and rushed towards Jin Parallel with unstoppable power!

"Am I going to die..."

Jin didn't try to dodge, and then a violent 'qi' pushed him away, avoiding the ending of being swept up by the ice storm.

Beside him, the figure of an old woman gradually appeared.

Her cloudy eyes looked at Duneville very cautiously, and said tentatively:

"What's your relationship with Kunlun's Shou Lao?"

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