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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 down the wizard’s iron armor and cut it off. The pain made him howl. At this time, the entire fortress was alarmed, and the three-story fortress gate opened. There are dozens of ghouls pouring out from every layer, and the necromancers are shouting which one is to find death.

Lu Zhengkang smashed the remaining six ghouls on the wall one by one, and immediately stood on a high place, and let out a thunderous roar at the cluster of ghosts and necrons. In the next moment, the aura of killing intent unfolded. 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, you are afraid to die, and you dare to die with me!"

In the next second, Lu Zhengkang jumped 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 are covered with moss, a few old animal skins are hanging, and there are piles of bones in the corners.

This is the guard restaurant of the fortress prison. Eight necromancers retreat here. The monster has already bloodbathed 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 trollman fought with it for a few seconds before splitting its limbs, and the axe slammed the frost element's chest to shatter its core.

"Good summoning." 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 intent 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 a very poor reputation. Although they were once packaged with healing science, the behavior of the lower-level mages is indeed beyond ordinary people’s ability to bear.

"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 surged toward the necromancer ball in Lu Zhengkang's hand.

The troll man walked toward the secret road and passed through a warehouse with a wooden door. It was already open. 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, let's go!"

Lu Zhengkang didn't 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 is his mother, Garna? Drinking Blood.

This book was recorded from the year before. There are chores, fortress 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's just 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 on the 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 awesome? Hahaha, I was beaten to death by someone, and laughed 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 anymore!"

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

"The belly is getting bigger and bigger. 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 has long wanted to catch a baby for fun. , 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.

Chapter 264 Dragon Roar, Way Forward, Departure

Lanmere cowered in the woods.

The foodie lingered, he met two robbers, so he ran away in a hurry without carrying his bags, just running up the mountain.

Finally he walked through the woods and saw the troll man sitting at the top of the fortress in front.

"Hey! Gourmet! Are you done!"

Lu Zhengkang turned his head and saw Lanmere who was beckoning his hand, and there was an archer in the middle of the woods pulling the string a little bit, and the arrow flashed slightly with cold light.

The troll man raised his hand and shot a flying swallow in his sleeve, flew past the drunkard’s ear, stabbed the attacker to death, and sucked his soul, but Lu Zhengkang ignored the soul and allowed it to ascend to heaven, so he did not expose himself to the drunkard’s eyes Necromantic spells.

Now that the numbered Necromancer has reached sixty-five, it is temporarily enough for his spell experiment. He makes a lot of money when he comes out. It seems that the wealth lies in sports.

Lanmere was a little frightened, Lu Zhengkang jumped a few times, climbed over the low wall, and came to the side of the drunkard. At this time, Lanmere was pouring alcohol and was shocked. The luggage was not necessary, but the wine had to be brought.

"Let's go."

Lanmere exhaled a bad breath of alcohol, "It's resolved? How does it feel to get revenge? All said it feels great."

"Not bad." Lu Zhengkang touched the lining pocket. Mother's diary was placed here, and he could look through it from time to time.

The troll led Lanmere back to the foot of the mountain where the luggage was stored. The robbers who snatched the goods were happy to pick up the belongings of Lu Zhengkang and they were chopped down.

The people of Winterhold don't even want to see normal wizards, how can they be more blue-eyed to the necromancer?Lu Zhengyao didn't intend to show any spells in front of them.

This kind of discrimination against wizards is very common throughout Skyrim, and Jonas is not very popular in Winterhold. People get close to him only because the boy has a prestigious family member, a gourmet.

Back in Winter Fort, the food store should also open.

The following days seemed to return to calm.

Lu Zhengkang always looked through his mother’s diary and learned that she was actually from the town of Ivasted. This town belongs to the Rift Valley, also known as Yew Town, located at the eastern foot of the Hosgar Peak, the highest in the sky. The west bank of the lake.

The Hosgar Peak is also a key part of the game's main line. The monastery on the mountain is inhabited by gray beards, who are masters of the art of howling.

The roar, that is, dragon roar, spit head, dragon language magic, very powerful power.

The ancient Nord ancestors have a difficult and tortuous historical origin in mastering the dragon language. Various truths and fallacies are mixed, and myths and assumptions are mixed. It is difficult for future scholars to verify how the dragon roar was mastered by the Nords, and how There are various theories that have disappeared among the general public, and scholars hold their own opinions.