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SKYRIM: Dragonlord's Ascension

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Read SKYRIM: Dragonlord's Ascension fanfiction written by the author 75BlackFlames on WebNovel, This serial novel genre is Video Games fanfic stories, covering action, adventure, weaktostrong, transmigration, survival. ✓ Newest updated ✓ All rights reserved

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He transmigrated into the body of the supposed main character in The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim But to his surprise, the entire quest seemed to have been changed. He wasn't a dragonborn like he expected himself to be, but a dragonlord instead, with powers to foster bonds with dragons. With only a minuscule knowledge of the world and a mysterious system... can he survive the hell that is Skyrim? This is an adaptation of the Elder Scrolls. Some characters and the world itself are adapted from the game. UPDATE SCHEDULE: 3 CHAPS/WEEK WEDNESDAYS/FRIDAYS/SUNDAYS

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