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In the game, the most common roadside Blue Mountain Flowers, Red Mountain Flowers, and Purple Mountain Flowers could be picked just by encountering them.
In reality, there were large piles of flowers of various colors on the roadside. There were many varieties of the same color, making it simply impossible to identify which ones were the true Blue Mountain Flowers, Red Mountain Flowers, and Purple Mountain Flowers.
This was mainly because when George played this game in his previous life, he never learned alchemy. It was far too troublesome.
When he played a mage, he trained Enchanting. When he played a warrior, he trained Smithing. To heal, he trained Restoration magic. He had heard of the so-called "three-god loop," but he had never touched it.
This also led to him being unable to find the correct herbs, even when following the impressions from his past life.
"It seems I'll have to be a bit more violent, either by fighting bandits or going tomb raiding."
Very quickly, George thought of the most suitable method for him to make money.
Outside the towns in The Elder Scrolls, there were many bandit strongholds, and one would frequently encounter bandits committing robbery on the roads. As long as he paid a little more attention, wouldn't the money just come to him?
If he wanted to get even more, he could go raid the ancient Nord tombs.
In Skyrim, there were countless Nord tombs, both large and small. Inside these tombs were many valuable treasures, magical books, and enchanted weapons.
However, because the Nord tombs were also filled with a large number of draugr and traps, many adventurers and thieves were deterred from entering.
He remembered that there was a large tomb on the mountain right next to Riverwood. He should be able to dig up quite a few valuable items from there.
"This is quite a bit farther than I imagined."
After walking for two hours at a normal person's pace, George still hadn't seen the game's three iconic Guardian Stones, nor had he seen Bleak Falls Barrow.
In other words, the actual distance between Helgen and Riverwood was far greater than he had imagined.
"Looks like I need to accelerate."
Pushing power into his feet, George's entire person blurred into an afterimage and vanished from the spot, madly rushing north at supersonic speeds.
Although his body wouldn't have any issues even if he didn't eat or drink, who would be willing to spend the night exposed to the wind and elements when they could be in a comfortable inn, sipping on wine and listening to a little music?
"That must be Bleak Falls Barrow!"
At dusk, just before the sun had completely set, George spotted an extremely conspicuous, large Nord tomb on the mountainside of a tall peak to the northwest.
This Nord tomb was named Bleak Falls Barrow, and it was a well-known tomb throughout the entire province of Skyrim.
At the same time, a stone tablet known as the "Dragonstone" was hidden within this tomb, which recorded the burial locations of the dragons that had once been interred.
After Alduin was banished, all other dragons—except for Paarthurnax, the dragon who helped humanity—were killed by the allied human races, bringing an end to the era of dragon rule.
But in reality, dragons could not be truly killed.
This was because all dragons, including Alduin, were splintered from the Dragon God, Akatosh. As long as Akatosh was not dead, they would not die.
Even if their physical bodies were annihilated, their souls could be reawakened, allowing them to reform a physical body and be resurrected.
The only one who could truly kill Alduin and the dragons was the Dragonborn, one with a dragon's soul.
This was because the Dragonborn was also splintered from Akatosh and was granted the unique talent of absorbing dragon souls.
Therefore, when the Dragonborn slays a dragon, they can absorb the dragon's soul into their body, thereby strengthening their own dragon soul and power.
Once a dragon's soul is integrated into the Dragonborn's body, it naturally cannot be resurrected again.
George had no interest in the dragon souls. The souls were absorbed by the Dragonborn, and when the Dragonborn eventually died, their soul would return to Akatosh, which was equivalent to Akatosh reclaiming all of his power.
If he were to use some soul-devouring method to swallow the dragon souls, he would inevitably anger Akatosh, and the loss would outweigh the gain.
He was currently on the verge of advancing to the single-universe level. He was not lacking in souls or energy; his main priority was to collect knowledge from different worlds to strengthen his foundation.
His focus was on the fact that since he could see Bleak Falls Barrow, it meant that he was not far from Riverwood.
"Just as I was worrying about tonight's lodging fee, I didn't expect someone to deliver themselves right to my doorstep."
He was just preparing to re-enter his supersonic state of travel when his ears twitched. He suddenly slowed his pace again, walking forward at a normal person's speed.
Before he had even walked for five minutes, a sharp arrow suddenly shot out from the nearby grassy bushes, its target aimed directly at his heart.
"To strike so viciously... then you can't blame me for being discourteous."
George raised his right hand, directly catching the arrow that was flying toward him between two fingers. Then, with a backhand throw, the arrow was instantly reflected, shooting back at a speed ten times faster than when it had arrived.
"Ah!"
A miserable scream immediately echoed from within the bushes.
Following that, two large Nord men, wielding iron swords and wearing leather armor, leaped out of the bushes with a "swoosh," chopping toward George's head with a speed that was almost too fast for the eye to see.
"You don't know how to appreciate life."
George completely ignored the iron swords that were swinging at him. He simply raised his right foot, which blurred into two afterimages as he kicked out. The two Nord men instantly spat out blood and were sent flying backward into the bushes.
He strode into the grassy area. The three bandits who had ambushed George had now turned into three corpses.
The first corpse had an arrow shot directly through its forehead. The following two had their breastbones reduced to fragmented fractures. All of this was George's handiwork.
These three were clearly a small-time group of bandits who frequently robbed passersby or merchants on this road. Their equipment was average, and their skills were just as average.
George had actually detected the three of them lying in ambush several minutes ago, which was why he had slowed his pace.
According to his original line of thinking, if the three of them were only after money and didn't intend to harm anyone, he would, at most, take their money, teach them a small lesson, and spare their lives.
But these three were clearly desperate men, going for a killing blow right from the start. They probably had the lives of countless innocent travelers on their hands.
Therefore, he did not show any mercy, killing all of them instantly with a single strike.
"Poor wretches. Though, this is enough for tonight's lodging fee."
George reached out and frisked the bodies of the three bandits, finding a total of just over one hundred Septims.
He didn't bother to strip the leather armor from the three bandits, nor did he bother to take their weapons.
The defensive effect of the armor was equivalent to zero for him, and the same was true for the power of their weapons. They could probably be sold for a bit of money, though.
However, he was repulsed by the amount of blood staining them, and stripping them would just be a waste of time.
In any case, he was only planning to stay for one night, and he was going to check out Bleak Falls Barrow tomorrow. Over one hundred Septims would be more or less enough, so he wasn't going to bother with the extra effort.
"It's truly inconvenient without magic!"
As George set off on the road once more, he couldn't help but let out another sigh of emotion.
No matter how strong his physical body was, it was not as refined or versatile as magic. If his clothes got dirty, he still had to obediently wash them by hand. He couldn't just casually wave his hand and make his clothes perfectly clean again.
He once again entered his supersonic travel state. After about ten minutes, he stopped again.
It wasn't because he had arrived at Riverwood, but rather because he had reached the location of the three Guardian Stones.
There were a total of thirteen special Standing Stones in the province of Skyrim. It was said that these thirteen stones were closely linked to the thirteen constellations of Tamriel.
Every person could choose one Standing Stone to activate, and by doing so, they would receive the positive buff that it granted.
Only one stone's effect could be chosen at a time. If one wished to change the effect of the Standing Stone, they simply needed to touch another Standing Stone to activate it instead.
(End of this chapter)