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- MWM Chapter 477
To be a dragon priest, Nahkriin’s Dragon Shouts and magic were nearly on par with that of a normal dragon.
With a wave of his hands, Nahkriin summoned two storm atronachs. Lightning crackled from his hands, and he unleashed Dragon Shouts—truly formidable.
Unfortunately for him, his opponent was Leo, who could easily overpower even Alduin.
“Phantom Monarch Fist!”
With a single punch, Leo broke through all of Nahkriin’s magic attacks, bringing him under control and making him float obediently before Leo.
While Phantom Monarch Fist didn’t work on dragons, it was highly effective on humans like Nahkriin.
“Master, what is your command?” Nahkriin asked with full submission.
“Close the portal first, and then keep watch over this place.”
Remembering that there was still business to be settled back at the Whiterun plains, Leo ordered Nahkriin before teleporting away.
Many of the top mages in this world wielded immense destructive power, and each dragon priest was considered among the greatest of mages. However, they all shared one major weakness—their bodies were rather frail.
Back at the Whiterun plains, Leo once again activated his three-headed, six-armed Susanoo form, releasing Alduin and binding him tightly with golden ropes, throwing him onto the ground. Towering over everyone, he declared:
“Alduin, the World-Eater, has been defeated by me, and the dragons shall bow at my feet. As the new Dragon of the North, I will uphold the edicts of the Divines, end the wars of mortals, and unite all of Tamriel.”
“Warriors who are willing to follow me, come before me and pledge your loyalty. Those who do not wish to join me, I will spare you today. But after today, you shall be my enemy!”
His voice, enhanced by amplification magic and some Dragon Shout techniques, reverberated across the entire Whiterun plains.
The crowd fell silent, staring at the 800-meter-tall, god-like figure of Leo, with Alduin tied up tightly below him, and the 40-plus dragons lying prostrate at his feet.
“Ysgramor, Dragon of the North!”
Moments later, a large number of Nordic warriors began chanting and making their way toward Leo. Soon, more and more joined them—even soldiers from various cities like the Empire, Stormcloaks, and Whiterun.
To them, Leo now looked no different from Talos himself.
Representatives from other nations, cities, and factions hesitated.
For this battle between the Golden Dragonborn and the dragons in Whiterun, given the uncertainty of the rumors and safety concerns, only Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun had come in person, while other factions sent representatives.
For example, Solitude’s Imperial representative was General Tullius, while Windhelm’s Stormcloak representative was the deputy, Galmar Stone-Fist.
They didn’t have the authority to make decisions.
“Irileth, we’re going over!”
Jarl Balgruuf made his decision, riding his horse with Irileth and the Whiterun guards to approach Leo.
Others might be able to hesitate, but he could not afford to.
This was Whiterun’s territory. If he did not pledge allegiance to the Golden Dragonborn, Whiterun would be the first to face the consequences.
And he was well aware that all the soldiers in Whiterun combined could not possibly match the strength of the powerful Golden Dragonborn.
Even the dragons under the Golden Dragonborn’s command—if just two or three of them attacked Whiterun, the city would be wiped out.
More importantly, the Golden Dragonborn had saved the world and was the rightful heir to the Empire. In the future, public sentiment would naturally favor him, and it was only a matter of time before they would have to pledge loyalty. So better to do it sooner than later.
With the Civil War in Skyrim intensifying, being neutral wasn’t easy; both the Empire and the Stormcloaks pressured him to pick a side.
Rather than being a pawn of either faction, he chose the Golden Dragonborn, who was destined to unify the continent.
Meanwhile, seeing that Balgruuf was the first jarl to come forward, Leo was quite pleased.
The Empire was corrupt, and the Stormcloaks were plagued by racial discrimination and lawlessness—neither were suitable for governing the entire continent.
Balgruuf, on the other hand, left a good impression. Wise and full of responsibility.
Although Whiterun was the oldest Nordic city in Skyrim, it did not discriminate against other races. Under Balgruuf’s rule, the people lived quite well.
“Ysgramor, Dragon of the North! Balgruuf, on behalf of all Whiterun, pledges loyalty to you and recognizes you as the Emperor of Tamriel!”
Jarl Balgruuf knelt before Leo and swore his allegiance.
Leo laughed heartily:
“Very good, Balgruuf. Then I will temporarily grant you the title of High King of Skyrim, and Whiterun shall serve as the capital of the newly formed Empire!”
Balgruuf’s face lit up with joy at those words.
He never imagined that while Solitude and the Stormcloaks were busy fighting each other, the true winner would be him!
“Dragonborn, you—”
Hearing this, Solitude’s representative, General Tullius, quickly stepped forward to protest, his face turning pale. However, seeing the look in Leo’s eyes, he immediately fell silent.
According to Imperial rules, the title of High King of Skyrim should go to the deceased Torygg’s wife.
“Hmph, the old Empire no longer exists. I am the ruler of the new Empire, and everything will be dictated by me. If you do not have the power to make decisions, then hurry back and report to your leaders.”
“I will give them a week to consider. Those willing to submit must come to Whiterun to swear allegiance in person.”
“If they fail to show up within a week, then prepare to face my judgment—including the High Elves of the Summerset Isles!”
Seeing that everyone who wished to pledge loyalty had come forward, Leo gave an ultimatum to the remaining representatives.
A week later—
Leo’s feats of dragon slaying, his conquest over the dragons, and his declaration to unify Tamriel spread across the entire continent, carried by the witnesses’ mouths.
Countless people, eager to make their mark or to follow Leo, set off from various parts of the continent toward Whiterun, joining its army.
They came from all walks of life—soldiers, mercenaries, adventurers, and even farmers.
This was the power of fame in a medieval-like world.
Back in the day, Olaf One-Eye became the Jarl of Whiterun and High King of Skyrim just by capturing a single dragon and imprisoning it in Dragonsreach.
Leo, however, had defeated Alduin, the World-Eater, killed 160 dragons, and subdued over 40 more as the rightful Dragonborn.
His renown drew countless people to follow him.
With Whiterun’s army growing larger by the day, and with the presence of over 40 dragons and the ridiculously powerful Golden Dragonborn Leo, many jarls in Skyrim soon came to Whiterun to swear their loyalty.
The Jarls of Riften, Winterhold, Markarth, Falkreath, Dawnstar, and Morthal all pledged allegiance.
Finally, seeing the tide turn, even Solitude’s queen and Windhelm’s Ulfric Stormcloak made their way over.
With that, Leo took control of the entirety of Skyrim without spilling a single drop of blood.
(End of chapter)