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Lu Zhengkang asked Jonas to study hard and set off with Ranmere in his overcoat.

The coachman said to lend them the carriage, but Lu Zhengkang declined.

Along the way, the drunkard was holding vodka and walking for a while, he wanted to take a sip, and his posture was bold and unrestrained, and he saw everyone drunk bugs running into his throat. Lu Zhengkang was in a heavy mood at this time. I was a little disappointed.

The two each carried a suitcase, and Lu Zhengkang also prepared an extra tent.

On this journey, Lu Zhengkang didn't plan to go to the Pure Land, so he took all these odds and ends.

At the end of the first day, Lanmere took Lu Zhengkang to the familiar tundra.

At the end of the second day, Lanmere led Lu Zhengkang across the tundra southwest to the foothills.

In the early morning of the third day, the drunkard took Lu Zhengkang to a deep pit cave, nodded and pointed to the stone road next to him, and said, "Go, you can see if you keep walking, I'll be waiting for you here."

Lu Zhengkang nodded, unloaded his suitcase and handed it to Lanmere to take care of him temporarily, and walked up the **** with his axe on his back.

This is a relatively flat road. It is located in the saddle between the two mountains. There are three teams of carriages and horses on the road. They are all caravans, each with a mercenary escort. Lu Zhengkang walks next to the road and does not approach them.

Several wealthy businessmen sitting on the car panel talked quietly, roughly complaining that the group of mages in the baptism fortress were insatiable, overwhelming the price, and charged a toll. Every time they passed by, they had to give a lot of good supplies. It's not as good as the previous bandits.

The troll man listened to his ears, and his steps accelerated slightly.

Going up to the top of the saddle and looking down, a stone fortress loomed among the tall cedar trees on the left hand side. It was built on the mountain, but it was quite remnant, and there were many collapses on the wall. After walking two or three steps forward, I saw a dead horse lying in the bushes, with black blood flowing with red berries, as if death nourished life.

This is the case. Lu Zhengkang can feel the strong breath of necromantic energy. Just in the fortress in front, the troll man walks forward and downhill. On the wooden arrow tower of the fortress stands the corpse of Ancient Nord holding a bow and arrow. Ghosts, there are also many on the fence, the icy blue ghost fire is faint, and the posture is unscrupulous. The necromancers here are not afraid of being misled by the mad dog-like Standall guards.

But don’t worry, since others don’t kill you, I’ll kill you!

The troll man's tattoo flashed dim light, his body crouched, and he charged.

The menacing monster attracted the attention of a mage on the wall. He immediately directed the surrounding ghouls to shoot arrows. The arrows hissed and ruthlessly pierced Lu Zhengkang's coat. Under the shield. The troll man simply left the cloak and continued to run in a slim linen gown.

After ten seconds of effort, Lu Zhengkang had already approached the wall, a big jump flew up to the arrow tower, an axe swung out and chopped a bow-wielding ghoul into two pieces, and then one turned over the wall and ran towards the mage.

When the mage was in danger, he raised his hand to release an ice cone, but when it pierced the shield, it broke and dissipated, and he could not even stop the troll man from coming on.

Lu Zhengkang’s axe was very merciless. He chopped the wizard’s iron armor and cut it off. The pain made him howl. At this moment, the entire fortress was alarmed, and the three-story fortress opened. There were dozens of ghouls pouring out from every layer, and the necromancers shouted which one came to seek death.

Lu Zhengkang smashed the remaining six ghouls on the city wall one by one, and immediately stood on a high place, and let out a thunderous roar at the group of ghosts and necrons. In the next moment, the aura of killing intent unfolded. It was really a thousand horses, like a thick cloud. On the day, everyone fought and dared not move a little. There was a team of merchants at the gate of the fortress. At this time, they were running for their lives.

The troll man proudly shouted: "You wait for the rat generation, and you are afraid to die, dare to die with me!"

In the next second, Lu Zhengkang jumped up high, smashed into the pile of ghouls, slashed with the giant axe, and countless corpses were splashing like frost.

...

"Huh--" A low, heavy breathing sounded in the dim fortress.

The walls were covered with moss, a few old animal skins were hanging, and there were piles of bones in the corners.

This is the guardian restaurant of the fortress prison. Eight necromancers retreated here. The monster has already bloodwashed the entire group of wizards. Starting from the top of the fortress, it is searching downward. Among the eight mages, most were apprentices of the younger generation, who were being led by an old mage to retreat towards the secret road on the other side of the prison.

The sound of metal rubbing against the stone slab came from behind.

Lu Zhengkang chased the wizards little by little. He is not in a hurry.

After hacking the ghoul to death, a mage after the break summoned another frost element. The troll man fought with it for a few seconds, then split its limbs, and the axe slammed the frost element's chest to shatter its core.

"Nice summoning technique." The troll man chuckled.

The one who stayed behind was an old Brighton, who kept sipping potions, which could help him resist the influence of the killing aura.

"Why did you kill me?"

"You occupy this fortress, do you know the name of the leader of the bandit group?"

The old mage squinted, "Ha, you are here for revenge, no wonder."

"answer my question."

"I don't know. They are not worth mentioning. There are even many who escaped. If you look for it, you can find it."

Lu Zhengkang asked: "Usually necromancers are ruthless people, why do you stay behind?"

Researching corpses and playing with flesh and blood, today's necromancers have very poor reputations. Although they were once packaged with healing science, the behavior of the lower-level mages is indeed beyond the ability of ordinary people.

"It's weird? Why..." The old mage wanted to say more, the troll man suddenly flicked his sleeve, and a silver light flew out. It was the flying swallow in the sleeve. The volley opened, and the poisoned long needle pierced the iron armor. The mage uttered a painful cry, and then his head was smashed by Feiyan in his sleeve, the soul trap was activated, and a faint blue air flow rushed to the necromantic energy ball in Lu Zhengkang's hand.

The troll man walked towards the secret road and passed through a warehouse with a wooden door. At this time, it was opened. At the end of the secret road, there was a ladder leading out of the fortress. The sudden arrival of Lu Zhengkang scared the last wizard who had not escaped. .

"Come on! Come on!"

"Leave him alone~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Let's go!"

Lu Zhengkang did not let go of one, and the wizards who had escaped from birth were also chased by him and killed.

After wandering around the fortress, Lu Zhengkang finally found a dilapidated diary in a pile of debris on the top floor.

It was his mother Garna??

This book has been recorded since the year before. There are chores, fort management, complaints about husbands, and expectations for children. The content is intermittent. The two articles can be separated by half a month or even two months. It was a whim to write a vent every time.

"Saturday, Morning Star Moon 183

"I'm so fed up with this idiot Tuliano! He is a bit masculine besides being in bed, he is usually like a troll, damn, he is not as good as a troll! Let him not kill the road, he thought he was very Is it amazing? Hahaha, I was beaten to death by someone, laughing so hard at my mother!"

"Wednesday, 24th day of the moon, 183 years

"Perhaps I should find the lord of Winterhold, recruit a convoy, and manage some of my own work. From Windhelm to Winterhold, there are only a few serious roads. Our baptismal fortress occupies the most spacious one. Use it. You can't let those idiots prodigal!"

"Tuesday, 30th day of the moon, 183 years

"The belly is getting bigger and bigger, and I can't wield the sword anymore. If you have anything in the future, leave it to Tuliano. You can give birth to a baby soon. Hey! My mother wanted to catch a baby and play with it. , I gave birth to a better one, and it doesn’t hurt to fight."

...

Lu Zhengkang squatted on the stone table on the top of the fortress, looking at the bright sky.

Rubbing the rough diary in his hand.

Suddenly, I felt great sadness.

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