This mental daze came and went quickly.
After all, Guilliman was already familiar with soul shock and had developed a certain resistance to it.
He held Freya with one arm, seeing the cold sweat on her forehead and her expression of pain and struggle, so he took out a clean towel and wiped her face.
After about three or four more minutes, the memory of this Dragon Shout seemed to have been etched into the girl's soul.
Freya awoke from her dazed state.
When she opened her eyes and saw Guilliman by her side, she visibly relaxed, but still asked, confused:
"What just happened to me, Guilliman?"
"After seeing those runes on the stone wall, I felt a lot of things rushing into my head, like knowledge, and like memories, all very chaotic."
"I don't know what it was either."
"It's too strange, I've never encountered anything like this before."
Freya's tone was a little flustered.
Although she was not old, she was already an experienced adventurer, having plundered countless ancient tombs and killed various monsters with her own hands.
But she had never encountered anything so strange.
Leaving aside other factors, she was, after all, just a girl under twenty, and it was inevitable for her to be scared when encountering something that endangered her.
Guilliman patted her shoulder, then straightened her body with both hands, looking into the Dragonborn girl's eyes, and said gently:
"I don't know what happened to you, but it's okay, Freya, if you're in danger, I'll protect you."
"There's no point in thinking too much about things we don't know."
"Let's go see what's in that chest over there first."
"Perhaps what's in the chest can give us an explanation."
Hearing the Witcher claim he would protect her, Freya's eyes flickered, and a moved expression appeared on her face.
This adventurer girl, who had always been a lone wolf, rarely encountered people stronger than herself, and rarely needed anyone's protection.
It was precisely because it was rare that it became so precious.
The two walked to the large treasure chest next to the stone platform and found some gems, hundreds of ancient Nordic gold coins, a magic scroll, and a Nord-style one-handed axe emanating a large amount of cold air.
In addition, there was also a stone slab of special material in the treasure chest.
It was covered with a large amount of text written in an unknown language, which should be the Dragonstone mentioned in the game, a slab recording the secrets of the Dragonborn.
Guilliman picked up the one-handed axe and casually handed it to Freya.
This was a masterwork one-handed axe, having been in the treasure chest for hundreds of years, not only was its material hard and free of any rust, but it was also exceptionally sharp, and the axe blade had a very high-level ice enchantment.
In reality, it wasn't like in games where enchanted weapons were everywhere.
A fine weapon was already quite rare, let alone one with a high-level enchantment.
In fact, Freya's previous equipment was very good, with several enchanted items and a large bag of saved gold coins, which was her accumulated wealth from years of adventuring, but it was all plundered by Imperial soldiers.
This made her constantly talk about it, her tone full of complaints about the Empire.
It seemed that after the Dragonborn girl became stronger, she would definitely make the Imperial side suffer.
Guilliman held the mysterious Dragonstone, first asking Freya if she recognized the writing on it.
After receiving a negative answer, he said:
"Freya, this stone slab is very likely to record what happened to you."
"The Golden Claw quest isn't urgent yet, how about we go directly to Whiterun?"
"Not only can we inform the Jarl there about the dragon attack on Helgen, but we can also ask the Jarl if there's anyone in Whiterun who can decipher this stone slab."
"That's a big city, there should be a lot of hope."
Freya was not a girl who blindly followed instructions; she seriously considered it for a few seconds before nodding and saying:
"Go to Whiterun? That's indeed a good idea."
"Then we need to hurry, before it gets dark, take torches, and descend the mountain as quickly as possible."
"Otherwise, if we delay, we'll waste another day."
Guilliman, however, shook his head at her.
"No need to rush, Freya."
"Soon I will take you to use a special ability, and we'll be in Whiterun in no time."
The Dragonborn girl showed a surprised expression, but the Witcher didn't say much, instead leading her out of the cave from the back of Bleak Falls Barrow.
It was already dusk, and the two were on a cold snowy peak, with the golden sunset illuminating the distant land, casting a golden veil over everything their eyes could see.
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