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Unsurprisingly, the male wolf who was judged by Lu Zhengkang to be timid gave a few symbolic howls, and then turned his head frequently and looked in the direction of the wolves. This exposed the entire wolves. Two adult men The male suddenly became a little flustered and kept shouting towards the shack.

A hoarse old man's voice came from inside, his tone was rather impatient, his voice was harsh like playing a broken flute.

Lu Zhengkang gently waved to the pack of wolves, and they immediately gathered around, pressing on every step of the way.

The two at the door became more alarmed. At this time, a dark-skinned orc warrior with heavy armor came out of the shack with his head down. He spit on the wolves. Unfortunately, the wind was not good and was hit by the frozen saliva. There was a bang on the back of the Brighton man's head.

The orc didn't mean to apologize. Instead, he rewarded two of them with a slap, and cursed a few words, which meant to let them go away.

The tall orc warrior drew out his two-handed epee and launched a charge against the wolves. Lu Zhengkang waved his hands vigorously.

The two timid swordsmen watched their companions chasing around on the snowy hillside rather idly.

The orc turned his head, but saw a short troll standing on the shack, his face changed in fright, and he roared.

"Be careful behind!"

Lu Zhengkang leaped gently, grabbed the Brighton man's neck with a probing hand, and gently lifted his neck to undergo a manual lengthening operation. Now he can stuff a travel brochure between each cervical vertebra.

Another fellow Nordic Shame saw the troll’s figure and was so scared that he threw away his sword and shield, wiped his head and ran. The troll leaped forward, leaped high, rolled forward and jumped over the deserter’s head. With a wave of his arm, the claws tore the throat, blood burst from the neck arteries, and the sky seemed to have fallen into red snow.

Lu Zhengkang stood still to meet the impact of the angry orcs.

The orc flicked his sword, as if throwing an iron door, Lu Zhengkang was covered with sword light.

The troll man stepped back and let his sword open, and then plunged into the orc close, the orc raised his leg and kicked, Lu Zhengkang jumped up again and pressed the orc's thick thigh to make him lean forward.

The orc warrior widened his eyes and stared at the three-eyed head in front of him. This fierce beast was not ignorant and chaotic. Its ugly face was calm and natural, and bright sunlight reflected in each eye.

The troll waved its claws, tearing off the head.

Outside the shed calmed down, the wolves screamed, and the cold wind hit the bones.

An old man in a black hooded robe strode out of the stone shed.He has gray hair and wrinkles on his face. His complexion is very stinky, and his statute lines are extremely deep, and he knows that he is a mean person at first sight.

He saw Lu Zhengkang’s first reaction with surprise. The old man slipped his feet and crawled back into the shack. Lu Zhengkang picked up the leather shield and the long sword, waved it lightly, grinned, and immediately he Strode to chase the old man.

The rapid murmurs reverberated. Lu Zhengkang walked into the main entrance. The stone shed has two floors. The outer ring is circular and the inner is round. If you want to enter the inner layer, you can turn through the wide stone windows, or walk halfway through the outer ring. Circle into the door.

The troll stood quietly outside the stone window and stared at the old man. The bonfire was burning inside, and there was a dried corpse on the ground in front of the old man. He raised his hands, and his palms lit up with a blue magical aura.

This is a necromancer.

Lu Zhengkang stepped sideways across the stone window.

The old mage's tone was even more urgent, and he was not chaotic when he was in danger. A corpse was recovered and hit the corpse in front of him.

This is the corpse of an Ancient Nord warrior. It should have been stolen from the tomb in the southeast. It was hit by the power of magic. The ribbed chest glowed with blue light, as if a core in the body was beating in refutation. , Even this core directly pulled the corpse into flight.

Lu Zhengkang watched the whole process thoughtfully, watching the mage's expression change from flustered to calm, and even now after the corpse was resurrected, he was slightly proud.

The ancient Nord warrior's wrinkled eyeballs shot out a blue gloomy light. It turned around in the air, with its feet on the ground, drew out the thousand-year-old stainless black and green long sword in his hand, and knocked on the chest with the spine of the sword. The iron armor made a clattering sound, seeming to be inviting a powerful enemy. The arrogance of the ancient Nords was like the iron wall of Changshan.

With a deep laughter rolling in Lu Zhengkang's throat, he raised his sword and pierced the head of the resurrected ghoul.

The ghoul moved swiftly, tilted his head slightly, and slashed at the long arm of the troll.

The mage cast a change-type wood armor technique on the side, covering his body with a light cyan shimmer.Then he rubbed another spell of destruction, with both hands burning, he quietly walked to the side to attack Lu Zhengkang, but the next second, the troll threw a long sword, broke the wizard's armor, penetrated into the chest, and nailed it. On the wall.

"what--!"

The severe pain made the old man unable to concentrate and was dying.

Without the long sword, Lu Zhengkang didn't panic. Although the ghoul's body surface was as tough as wood, its movements were swift and powerful, but the joints were stiff and the swordsmanship was already rough, and it was even more flawed.

The troll looked at the right time, disarmed him, then tripped the ghoul, pressed its chest, filled it with old punches, and after a slam, the gloomy light in the ghoul's eyes slowly dimmed. At this time, only half of it remained. The bones are intact.

Chapter 204 Mission Update, The Brighton Kid

Lu Zhengkang twisted his neck, it was very soft and tough, and he didn't make a click, which made him a bit regretful.The Necromancer who shrank by the wall was shocked when he saw the anthropomorphic behavior of the troll, and he spoke with excitement.

Lu Zhengkang ignored him. The ice wolves under his command were enjoying the corpse outside, greedily screaming for food, and the bonfire inside the house kept chanting, as if it were some kind of implicit and malicious hint.The old man kept coughing and coughing with bleeding foam. He seemed to have adapted to the pain and began to cast the spell again. Holding the hilt on his chest in his left hand, a golden light beam in his right hand exuded a warm and comfortable light, covering his old body, gradually repairing Damaged torso.

During this process, Lu Zhengkang is still watching with cold eyes. He can feel the enrichment of mana, being commanded by the wizard's will, and through a certain-"resonance", the reconciliation of a certain invisible high-level will, the magic begins to play a specific role .

The corners of the mage's mouth twitched from pain, and his expression was anxious and fearful, but when he drew out the long sword with difficulty, he was torn off by the troll before he could heal the wound.

Do not look down.

Lu Zhengkang sighed, "It's an old rubbish, with three small rubbish."

It is not easy for this combination to survive in the wild of Skyrim.

Lu Zhengkang marked this place on the log map and named it the wolf rest place.

There are almost 180 square feet in the house, which is quite wide at first, but a small area is buried by the snow, and it suddenly seems to be cramped.

There is a blood-stained six-pointed star formation on the ground in the dark corner of the edge. There is a candle on each of the six corners, and the vertical pupil-shaped rune symbolizing annihilation is engraved in the center. A blood-stained sheep skull and a bunch of purple mountain flowers are placed in the formation. , A bowl of bone meal.

In addition to the bonfire, there are five fur bedding, an alchemist's pharmacy table, a pile of storage boxes, six wooden barrels, and a locked wooden treasure chest.

There are four people in total, why are there five bedding?

Lu Zhengkang inhaled gently and smelled the fresh smell of human flesh coming from the locked box.

He didn't have a lock opener, and he couldn't open the lock, but the box was nothing more than wood. The troll swung his claws to pierce the plank, and screams of horror continued from the box.

It's a little boy.

Lu Zhengkang grabbed the treasure chest and shook it with the breach downwards, as if pouring yogurt, and then a Brighton boy who was howling like a mad pig fell to the ground with a snap.

The kid landed on his back, his eyes closed, his mouth widened to make noise in all directions, his hands and feet kicked and shook, like a restless sea urchin, as if he could frighten the enemy away.

He has short, smooth, ironed black hair, fair complexion, well-defined features, and slightly higher cheekbones suggesting his elven blood.Except for the distorted expression, the whole face is still the standard of a handsome boy.

Lu Zhengkang picked up the mage's deadheaded head. The head was torn off by violence, and a spine was still attached to it. The blood and brain fluid ticked off and the smell was pungent. Now he threw the head into the boy's arms.

"Ah! I'm dead!" The boy stopped moving for a while, stiffened, as if he had died suddenly.

The troll stroked his mane lightly, narrowed three black eyes, thoughtfully.

Lu Zhengkang grabbed the boy's ankle, and the kid was so scared that he peeed. Although he kept the posture of a dead body very professionally, his pants were soaked quickly, and the commotion was inevitable.

The boy was dragged and brought to the fire.

The burning heat lightly licked his face, and his eyes opened a little secretly, like some kind of fern under heat stress, the light reflected by his eyes did not escape Lu Zhengkang's eyes.

The troll turned and left a few steps to pick up the long sword. The Brighton cub shot off and fleeed frantically. Lu Zhengkang waited for a while. The boy was bitten by a male wolf on his left trouser leg and was lying on the ground screaming.