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- MWM Chapter 452
To Leo, the dragon’s roars translated as:
“Hahaha! My master Alduin has returned and revived our dragon kin. This world is doomed to destruction. Let me, Mirmulnir, stretch my wings first and teach you ignorant, foolish mortals a lesson!”
The dragon’s statement revealed three key pieces of information:
1. The dragon’s name was Mirmulnir.
2. Alduin, the World-Eater, had returned.
3. Alduin was resurrecting the dead dragons, and Mirmulnir, who attacked the watchtower, was one of them.
According to many ancient texts, dragons are the children of the dragon god Akatosh, meaning they cannot truly be killed.
Even if they are slain, they can be resurrected by Alduin, the World-Eater, almost instantly.
This was one of the primary reasons why humans were initially at such a disadvantage in their war against the dragons, even after mastering magic.
Imagine a situation where, after countless sacrifices, a dragon is finally slain, only for Alduin to come along and revive it with ease. How could they win under such conditions?
It was said that the reason humans eventually triumphed was because of three legendary Nord heroes who used the *Shout of the World* to defeat Alduin, preventing the dragons from being resurrected.
Now, based on Mirmulnir’s words, it seemed that Alduin had not been killed and was reviving the dead dragons, preparing to wage another war against humanity and destroy the world.
If what this dragon said was true, things could get complicated.
“I guess I’ll have to take care of him first.”
While Leo was pondering the situation, Mirmulnir had already begun fighting Irileth and Whiterun’s elite soldiers.
However, the battle was a one-sided slaughter.
It wasn’t because Irileth and her soldiers were weak but because they couldn’t fly, leaving them to rely solely on arrows to harm the dragon.
Mirmulnir soared in the air, unleashing devastating dragon fire with every roar.
Only Irileth, a dark elf with natural resistance to fire, and a few elite guards with enchanted shields could barely withstand the dragon’s flames.
The rest of the ordinary guards struggled to survive against the intense dragon fire.
Mirmulnir would occasionally descend to toy with the soldiers, giving them a false sense of hope as they swung their axes and swords in vain.
Apart from Irileth and a few guards wielding enchanted weapons who managed to inflict minor damage on the dragon’s tough scales, the others couldn’t even break through its defenses.
With a single sweep of its tail, Mirmulnir could send several soldiers flying.
It roared arrogantly, “Hahaha! I didn’t expect mortals to become so weak! None of you even know the *Thu’um*! It seems my master’s victory is certain this time!”
In ancient times, the dragons were only defeated when the Nords, in addition to Alduin’s disappearance and the betrayal of some dragons, mastered the *Thu’um* (Dragon Shouts).
With so many Nords using Dragon Shouts, many dragons were forced to fight on the ground, where they were eventually overwhelmed and slain.
Otherwise, how could mortals hope to kill a dragon? If a dragon was losing, it could simply fly away, and mortals couldn’t follow.
Not all dragons were equally powerful; there were high-level dragons and low-level dragons. Many of the lower-level dragons could only master one *Shout*, whereas mortals had strength in numbers.
A typical dragon-slaying battle involved hundreds of people, and if dozens of them knew the *Thu’um*, they could unleash multiple Dragon Shouts simultaneously, overwhelming the dragon.
As for why so few Nords still knew Dragon Shouts, Leo had read some explanations in historical records.
The main reason was that the Nords were such fierce warriors that, after the dragon crisis was resolved, they plunged into a series of civil wars.
Those Nords who knew Dragon Shouts caused massive destruction during these conflicts, collapsing mountains and breaking the land.
After the continent was finally unified, the power of Dragon Shouts was sealed away, and over time, it was mostly forgotten.
“Commander, we’re no match for it. What should we do?” one of the elite guards shouted to Irileth, as he and several others used a shield wall to block the dragon’s fire, protecting the archers behind them.
In just a few minutes, they had already lost half their men, while the dragon had only suffered a few insignificant wounds.
“Retreat! We’ll head back to Whiterun and use the city’s magical ballistae to attack it!”
Irileth had hoped to delay the dragon’s advance to buy time for the city’s defenses, but it was clear they couldn’t hold out much longer. If they stayed, they would lose too many soldiers, leaving the city undermanned.
As the dragon swooped overhead, Irileth shouted for a full retreat, leading the remaining soldiers toward Whiterun.
But Mirmulnir wasn’t about to let them escape. With a quick turn, it landed in front of them, blocking their path back to the city.
“I don’t think so. Did you really think you could escape?”
Seeing their escape route cut off, Irileth’s expression darkened, but it was quickly replaced with a fierce resolve.
“All soldiers, listen up! We fight to the death!”
As a dark elf who had risen to become the commander of Whiterun’s forces, Irileth was no stranger to harsh decisions.
If retreat was no longer an option, they would fight to the death. Even if they couldn’t kill the dragon, they would wound it enough to ease the burden on Whiterun’s defenses.
“Fight to the death!” all the soldiers roared, banging their swords against their shields.
Nords were known for their fearless warrior spirit, especially when their families were at risk. If the dragon breached the city, Whiterun would be reduced to ashes.
As Irileth and her soldiers prepared for their final stand, Mirmulnir looked down at them with mockery in its eyes.
In the dragon’s mind, these mortals—none of whom knew the *Thu’um*—couldn’t possibly harm it. It had only been playing with them, not even using half of its full strength.
The dragon roared, “Disarm!”
A powerful wave of sound washed over Irileth and her soldiers.
In an instant, everyone’s weapons—swords, axes, hammers, shields, and bows—flew out of their hands, leaving them defenseless.
It was clear that this time, Mirmulnir hadn’t used its fiery Dragon Shout but a different *Shout* with the power to disarm its opponents.
Those who had been preparing for a desperate battle were now left standing in stunned silence, a wave of despair washing over them.
Without their weapons, they were nothing more than helpless lambs waiting to be slaughtered by the dragon, unable even to land a single blow before their deaths.
(End of Chapter)