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Is it a guest?The trollman scratched the turbulent mane on his chin.

The black metal gate was only one person wide and the relief was exquisite. Except for some traces of erosion, there was no rust. Lu Zhengkang thought about opening the gate for a while.

Pushing the door in, the wolves filed in behind Lu Zhengkang.

The entrance is a narrow corridor with an iron fence at the end. Behind the iron fence is a wide space. The place is full of strong stale smell and dust, which makes the nose very choking.

In addition, there is also a human taste.

The smell of blood.There were blood drops scattered on the ground, very inconspicuous, extending into the inner hall.

Lu Zhengkang frowned. There should be a lot of valuables in this ruin. The kid Jonas wants to read, so he can't let it go.

The wolves were restless and kept spinning around Lu Zhengkang. The troll man gave them a wolf and a small brain, and drove them away.

The corridor was cleaned down, and Lu Zhengkang stood in front of the iron fence and found that the opening mechanism cable was opposite the door. In this way, it turned out that he had entered through the back door.

The troll man used his axe handle to pass through the gap of the fence, stretched into the rope hoop, and pressed down, listening to the muffled sound from the wall, the fence slowly rising.

The roaring sound of the machinery has not stopped, a black light has flashed in front of Lu Zhengkang's eyes, and the troll man raised his great axe, and at the moment of his death, he blocked the dark arrow with a heavy axe face.

The bows and arrows were originally quiet, but now the trembling of the strings is completely covered by the noise of the fence rising.In the darkness, the sneak attacker still didn't show any signs.

After the incoming arrow hit the axe, the shaft of the arrow broke, overflowing with blue venom, and quickly evaporating a poisonous mist, making the nose sore.

Holding the axe handle in both hands, the troll man walked towards the hall step by step.

This is a round hall with a stone structure and vertical and horizontal wooden pillars on both sides. There are many collapsed and damaged places. Lu Zhengkang is located on a high platform with a wide view and a magnificent style.The tomb was well lit, with torches igniting the brazier, but it could not fully illuminate the entire wide space. Large shadows were distributed in the low places under the steps and around the walls.

Lu Zhengkang inhaled gently, smelling a faint smell of blood.

With the cover of the black robe, except for a pair of hairy hands, the troll man was hidden, which seemed mysterious and unimaginable.

The smell of humans is distributed in many places. Lu Zhengkang walked step by step in the direction of the strongest bloody smell. The double-sided axe blade swam in the air little by little, without trembling at all. It was stable, and the axe handle was embedded with a long cone. It can be used as a sharp spear at any time, and a half-foot diameter ball is embedded at the end of the axe handle, or it can replace the hammer.

Such a superfluous and complicated weapon in the hands of a martial arts master like Lu Zhengkang can really be used as a weapon of all kinds.

The heavy breathing of the troll seemed to reverberate in the deep tomb, and there was no more noise, neither footsteps nor second person's breathing.

Little by little, I walked to the place where the smell of blood was the strongest. Behind a pouring stone pillar, there was no one, only a pool of blood and a pile of blood-stained cloth.

The entire space of the tomb was closed, except for the tunnel where Lu Zhengkang came in, there was no second way to survive, and the sneak attacker must have not left yet.

Lu Zhengkang was silent for a long time, and the air was silent.

He coughed and said slowly in common language: "I have no malice, just ask for money. We can join hands to explore the cemetery..."

At this moment, a cold chuckle suddenly came from behind him, and when he slowly turned his body, the next instant, the sound of arrows breaking through the air came from both sides at the same time.

That sneak attacker has a companion?

Without thinking about it, Lu Zhengkang swung his giant axe and drew a big ball that did not leak. A black arrow was shot down. Looking at the direction, it was a direct attack.

There is only one person on the other side.

The opponent will be able to illusion, maybe invisible.

If you confuse your audience through the phantom sound technique, most people must be lost.

"I repeat, I am not malicious."

Successive footsteps sounded from all directions, and looking around, there was no half-personal influence.

Lu Zhengkang frowned, and there was a flash in his palm. A small flame element floated into the void in a burst of falling brits, and suddenly appeared on the scene. The torch inside the tomb immediately ignited the brazier, and the flame element hurriedly released a red and beautiful flower on a long column. The fireball, the explosion sounded, a figure in red and black light armor rolled outwards, with a short cloak behind his back being ignited by the flames, this person had not had time to stand up, the troll man had arrived in front of him silently and slashed with a giant axe. Falling, standing in front of the attacker.

After he stepped on the thief's back, Lu Zhengkang stretched out his hand to pinch the back of the opponent's neck. At this moment, the thief bowed and raised his leg, and a frost blade popped out from the heel of his boots, piercing the spine of the troll.

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Lu Zhengkang grabbed his back and grabbed the boot spurs, then pulled off the thieves' shoes one by one, revealing a pair of purple feet, which seemed to be a female dark elf.After taking off his shoes, the smell of sweat in the air suddenly became thick, and the troll man couldn't help rolling his eyes three times.

The thief still did not wait to be killed. He flicked his hands backwards, and each shot a sleeve arrow. Lu Zhengkang released the right hand of the throat and leaned back to avoid the dark arrow. A cold light passed, and the cold metal cut through the spider silk mask, sticking to it. The troll man's flat facial features slid, and at the end he broke his hood, flipped his dagger, and stabbed straight down.

Lu Zhengkang didn't want to kill, so he backed up a few steps, two pieces of silk cloth fell down, he gently touched his cheek, and there was a thin scratch on his ugly face, which healed in a flash.

The dark elf thief stood up straight and picked up his longbow by the way. It was a good black weapon with a beautifully sculpted bow. The silent poisonous arrow came out through this superb creation.

"The second time, elf!" Lu Zhengkang warned.

The other party was looking suspiciously at the iconic face of the troll man, and couldn't help but sigh in Dunmore's (dark elf language): "Nocktunal (one of the demon gods, Lady Dark Night) is here, what do I see? ?A talking beast?"

Lu Zhengkang frowned and looked even more evil.

At this time, the bloody smell on the thief's body was already very strong. Her waist and abdomen were constantly oozing blood, and the troll's foot inadvertently kicked through her wound. The continued blood loss made her weak, and her dark purple face revealed a tingle. Naturally pale yellow, the body is shaky.

Lu Zhengkang asked again, in a cold tone, "surrender or die?"

The thief squinted her eyes. At this time, her vision was blurred, and her bow-holding hands drooped unconsciously, but her reply was steady and calm, in common language: "You said it was for money? I can hire you and give you a big deal. For money, just accompany me to kill someone."

"I will not leave the Winterhold collar."

"The reward will be very generous."

"You can attract the enemy, and I will kill the enemy."

"Beast! Conquer your arrogance, the champion warrior of Lady Dark Night standing in front of you, the holy watcher, the king of thieves——Nightingale!" The woman spoke faster and faster, she wanted to finish all the words in one breath. "And that enemy is also a powerful nightingale. If you don't work together, there is only one dead end. I call you in the name of the great Nocturnal..."

Before the words fell, the woman who claimed to be a Nightingale collapsed to the ground.

The atmosphere is dead.

Suddenly, a ring of fire spread from her body, forming a ring of fire on the ground to surround the dark elves.

This is the wrath of the ancestors, racial talent.

Loving ancestors will protect their children and grandchildren even after death, which is an amazing feature.

The flame element hovered around the fire ring of Ancestor's Wrath, extinguishing the fire, leaving only a faint dark golden light circle on the surface, which was the unquenchable soul of the dead.

Lu Zhengkang approached slowly and stepped into the aperture slowly without any damage.

He knelt down and observed it, and determined that the dark elf thief was unconscious, then removed the opponent's armor and exposed the wound.

Except for a few small wounds that have basically healed, what is constantly bleeding is a sword wound. It looks like it has not been decayed but has been artificially cut off. After simple sutures, it has not yet received good treatment.

Lu Zhengkang searched the bag on the thieves' waist and found some poison bottles, a little needle and thread and some fresh plants, three blue mountain flowers, two yellow mountain flowers, and two bunches of hanging moss.

Everything in this world is full of magical energy, and everything has its own characteristics. Often the weeds on the roadside are also good alchemy materials.