Perhaps the future Dragonborn girl could accomplish this.
After eating and drinking their fill, Guilliman and Freya did not delay. They quickly followed the general store siblings' directions to the ancient tomb known as Bleak Falls Barrow.
Along the way, quite a few bandits tried to rob the two, but these overconfident fellows were all shot dead by Freya's arrows, then stripped clean, turning into naked corpses.
With a full stomach, Freya's combat strength was even greater than yesterday. She also seemed quite versatile, not only skilled in archery, stealth, two-handed greatswords, sword-and-shield, and axes, but even proficient in opening chests.
She was a melee and rogue-type Dragonborn.
Only magic, perhaps, because as a mercenary, this Nord girl didn't have time to learn it.
But in terms of personal combat strength alone, apart from the difference in physical attributes, Freya only lacked some special spells and the unique abilities of the Elder Blood compared to him.
Her cold weapon combat techniques were even superior to his, more practiced and proficient.
Following behind the girl, Guilliman didn't even need to participate in combat; as long as the number of enemies at one time didn't exceed five, he was only responsible for looting the bodies.
The two proceeded smoothly, taking only a little over two hours to eliminate group after group of bandit accomplices, stripping them clean, leaving not even their underwear.
Soon, they captured the Dark Elf thief, Arvel, who had stolen the Golden Claw.
Upon seeing the Dark Elf bandit's appearance, Guilliman was somewhat disappointed and punched the thief in the stomach.
The Dark Elves in this world were much uglier than the elves in the Witcher world, completely not matching his aesthetic.
Perhaps the High Elves and Wood Elves were more beautiful.
But if most elves were of this standard, it would severely dampen his interest in 'pounding' elves.
The Witcher, of course, did not show his nasty thoughts. Ignoring the thief's pleas, he mercilessly slit his throat with a sword and then took his soul.
Now that he had reached the Transcendent rank, his soul space could store over a hundred souls at once to slowly wear down.
Compared to his usual killing speed, this storage capacity was generally sufficient.
He estimated that when he advanced to the next rank, his soul space would be able to store even more souls.
He even allowed himself a brief fantasy.
Perhaps when he reached the Divine rank, his soul space would be his divine realm, capable of storing thousands upon thousands of souls, even forming an independent world, controlling the life and death of these souls.
Freya held the Golden Claw, which symbolized the treasure, and looked at the Witcher with expectant eyes, saying:
"Guilliman, it's still very early."
"Do you think we should go back and complete the quest, or continue exploring deeper into the tomb?"
Looking at the little money-grubbing Dragonborn girl, Guilliman knew her thoughts without needing to guess.
So, with a smile on his lips, he said as if dotingly:
"Of course, we'll continue exploring, Freya."
"Our quest was only to retrieve the Golden Claw. As for who takes the treasure afterward, that's none of our business."
"Besides, my storage space still has a lot of room. How can we justify making this trip if we don't empty out this tomb?"
Hearing the Witcher's reply, Freya grinned, showing a happy expression.
"I knew it, you really are my best partner."
"Let's hurry and continue exploring. I don't want to sleep in the tomb tonight."
Following the cheerful Dragonborn girl, the next enemies changed from bandits to Nord Draugr in the tomb.
The Dragonborn girl was still quite adept at dealing with these undead.
Although their rusted and decaying equipment wasn't valuable, Freya didn't mind. She not only found all the burial goods but almost took their shrouds as well.
After all, they were all metal weapons and equipment. Even if no one wanted them now, they could still sell for a good amount of money after being melted down into metal ingots.
The combination of the Witcher and the Dragonborn girl proceeded unhindered. Even when Freya was occasionally overwhelmed by a group of Draugr and seemed a bit flustered,
Guilliman would promptly intervene, cleanly dispatching the enemies around the girl.
Soon, as Bleak Falls Barrow was thoroughly explored, the two looted their way through, almost filling more than half of the twenty-seven cubic meters of storage space, with loot piled high.
They finally arrived at the last location, the boss room guarding the Dragon Shout wall and the final treasure.
Unfortunately, it was ultimately just an ancient Draugr that knew a bit of Dragon Shout magic and was only slightly stronger than an ordinary undead.
Even if it were ten times stronger, it couldn't withstand the combined assault of the Witcher and the Dragonborn girl.
It didn't even let out a single shout before being cut into several pieces by the Sword of Radiance.
However, as Guilliman led Freya closer to the Dragon Shout wall, the Dragonborn girl suddenly cried out in pain, then clutched her head and collapsed onto the Witcher's chest.
"Wait, stop."
"It feels like something is drilling into my brain, it hurts so much."
As Guilliman, who knew the original plot, he was both surprised and not so surprised.
He held the Dragonborn girl with one arm, then looked intently at the Dragon Shout wall nearby.
As he watched, and watched.
He suddenly felt a bit dizzy as well. The two glowing Dragon Shout runes seemed to possess magic, beginning to imprint themselves into his brain.
Damn it, what's going on?
Do I also have the potential to learn Dragon Shouts?
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