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Lu Zhengkang searched through the map and confirmed that the Altar of Boyexia was in the depths of the Veloti Mountains in the east, at the eastern end of the sky.

He took out the necromantic locomotive and rushed towards Windhelm City.

At this time, in the Hosgar Peak Monastery, two boys clutched their empty stomachs and looked at the sky.

"Sir! Come back soon!"

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The second-generation Necronomicon locomotive has a huge body with a wheel diameter of five feet. It is simply a siege vehicle. The overall shape follows the first-generation concept. Apart from the addition of the mechanical core and braking system, there is no technological progress. However, these changes have made it excellent enough. It's not a problem to go over the mountains, it is flexible and dexterous, and it responds quickly regardless of starting or braking. It is no longer a rough and barbaric posture.

Lu Zhengkang did not plan to build a third-generation locomotive, because it is completely unnecessary. At most, it is to remove the necromantic module and turn it into a castrated version of the steam locomotive, which has promotion value-it is not necessary. Lu Zhengkang is not short of money.

Lu Zhengkang's future car should be a land fortress, or a spaceship, and the car is about to go farther.

Windhelm City Stables, in the cold morning, the coachman poured a sip of wine into his mouth and wailed, "Is anyone going to take a ride?" At this moment, the pedestrians going to and from the city gate are sparse, mostly locals, and there are seamen, and Baihe River flows eastward The sea, the largest port is in Windhelm City, and the business is quite busy, injecting vitality and gold into the city. In such a season when the poured hot water can be frozen into ice and patted on the ground, the business of the driver is quite deserted.

A low snow mist spread from the hillside in the distance. The coachman blinked his eyes and repeatedly confirmed that the air current rushed straight forward. Many people along the way exclaimed, yelling "Monster, iron monster!" Such words.

The stable was quickly hit by the snow and fog. The coachman had already jumped out of the car, avoiding the snow. At this time, there were only four or five people on the sidelines. Everyone stared blankly at the sinking of frosty snow flakes. , The heavy fur of the horse in the stable was covered with thin ice beads, shining with the light of the dawn, their eyes were deep and comfortable, and they lowered their heads to gnaw the hay in the manger without hurried. As the ice mist dissipated, the iron monster that people had previously shouted also showed its way.

What a big guy!

Bigger than the most majestic horse, the rider is amazingly strong.

"My friend the groom, do you know how to get to the Poyesia Altar!" Lu Zhengkang sat on the locomotive and waved to the dazed driver.

"you are human……?"

"Of course it's a human, can it be a ghost?" Lu Zhengkang smiled and slapped his hands. The flames in the eyes of the sheep's skull were faint, looking evil, but also very cool.

After some troublesome and tiring negotiations, Lu Zhengkang learned of the specific road and bid farewell to the curious onlookers. Lu Zhengkang went up the hill from Dunmore Trail and passed two farms on gentle slopes along the way. The ground was bare. A goat sprang out of the bushes on the side of the road, and was crushed by a wheel. Lu Zhengkang was rather helpless. This has happened many times before. Some very petite creatures such as rabbits and foxes were beaten by the wheels. Broken, so that the blood almost covered the front wheel, and he had to scrape it off with a sword.

After helping the passing hapless goat to simply deal with the leg injury, Lu Zhengkang unceremoniously put it into the Pure Land. There are new members in the flock.

The pure land now has a separate livestock area, cattle, sheep, rabbits and chickens, and some freshwater fish are free-ranged in the fish ponds. The previous marine fishes were hard-coded into dried fish and pickled fish. The wolves are very lazy now, one by one, like pigs, with no wildness, becoming a group of silly dogs, the changes are so great that people can't help but smile.

The sun is about to come out. After driving for a long time, there is a gloomy sky above my head, a rugged mountain on the right, and a wide and deserted mountain plain on the left. The scenery is depressing. The weather and climate are always like this in Windhelm. The dampness makes people feel so cold.

At this time, a brightly lit wooden house appeared on the hillside, with a lot of firewood piled up in front of the door, and a strong man was chopping wood. It was a tavern, and there was faint talk and laughter, as if it was sweet and hot. How comfortable would it be to go in for a drink in this cold?

The man who chopped wood raised his hand and placed his eyes on his eyes for a while and greeted the rider. It happened that Lu Zhengkang drove the whole night and was exhausted, so he stopped the car along the way, the flame in the sheep’s head was extinguished, and the dead were silent. This is considered locked.

Entering the tavern, there were not many guests. In twos and threes, Lu Zhengkang had breakfast and asked for a room to sleep for a long time. Halfway through his sleep, he found that someone was touching his pocket.

He was a little thief with a hood. Seeing Lu Zhengkang woke up, he immediately threatened: "You better not...Ah!"

Interrupt whichever hand steals something. The troll man broke the thief's arm and threw him out of the room.

The next moment, a group of bandits armed with knives and swords rushed in. It was the group of guests. It turned out that this was a black shop waiting to stand alone. There is also a Brighton woman who is a half-hearted mage. She raised her hand and rubbed a lightning bolt to kill Lu Zhengkang.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Lu Zhengkang came out of the store, rode on the car, and continued on the road.

The number is seventy-one.

After driving for another half an hour, the altitude gradually increased, and a collapsed tower appeared on the side of the road. There was a group of ice wolves inside, which whimpered twice, after all, did not dare to blow the hair at the troll man.

This tower was built by refugees from the morning breeze. There are colorful flags hanging on the outer wall. Lu Zhengkang has no intention of paying homage to the ruins. When he sees the tower, he has to get off the car. According to the coachman, there is a path uphill nearby. Winding up all the way.

Lu Zhengkang walked for nearly two hours, and finally heard the faint cry of killing. After walking for another hour, he finally saw people~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the open-air altar of Pojehia.

The horror idol standing on the cliff is tall and terrifying, and a flat ground beside the road is a gathering place for believers.

The believers wore torn and simple clothing and fought in a wooden fence.

Several bandaged believers were watching and fighting. A female orc greeted Lu Zhengkang, an outsider, "Hey! You, are you here to accept Boyexia's trial?"

The troll man took down his great cloak, untied his head scarf, revealed his third eye, and slowly raised the soul-catching sword in his hand.

"Follow the instructions of the great hunting **** Helsing," Lu Zhengkang said slowly and forcefully, "I will pave your blood for the grandest killing feast!"

The next moment, the cold light flickered!

As soon as the female orc lay back and avoided the blade, the two people beside her were not as lucky as they were cut off by the blade. Their lives were quickly lost, their souls were drawn out, and they were taken into Lu Zhengkang’s waist In the soul stone.

"The **** armor, the **** soldier, the **** power!"

Avatar!

The cyan air mass rushed out and enveloped the audience, and everyone was shocked by fear.

Killing halo!

A bloodthirsty killer whale rushed into the **** hunting ground, and those congregations who pleased Boyahia with pain, twisted in madness, and died in madness!

Three minutes later, Lu Zhengkang was left on the court.

Haierxin’s cheerful laughter faintly rang in the wind, and the statue of Poyehia shook suddenly. The thick clouds in the sky were torn apart by a deep hole. A pair of vicious snake pupils stared at Lu Zhengkang behind the clouds. The troll man looked at him indifferently.

After a long time, the snake pupil disappeared.

Helsing's figure condenses from the illusion, burly and extraordinary, and the light in his hand is the soul of Garna.

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