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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 Dunmo Trail and passed two farms on gentle slopes along the way. The ground was bare.A goat sprang out of the bushes on the roadside and was crushed by a wheel. Lu Zhengkang was rather helpless. This situation 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 fishes are freely raised 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 deserted mountain plain on the left. The scenery is depressing. The weather and climate of Windhelm City is always like this. 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 chopping wood. It was a tavern. There was a faint chat 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 firewood raised his hand and placed his eyes on his eyes for a while and greeted the rider. It happened that Lu Zhengkang drove all 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 there was a collapsed tower on the side of the road. There was a group of ice wolves inside, which whimpered twice, after all, they did not dare to blow their 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. He has to get off the car when he sees the tower. 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 a vague shout of killing. After walking for another hour, he finally saw someone.

The open-air altar in Bojehia.

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 broken and simple clothing and fought in a wooden fenced paddock.

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 god 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 god armor, the god soldier, the god 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 bloody hunting ground, and the churchmen who pleased Boyekia 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 Boyehia suddenly shook. 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.

Chapter 279: The task advances, if you speak harshly, you will come

The tall deer head man gave Lu Zhengkang a simple sense of sight.

He still remembered that the original Buddha also had antlers, but his appearance was much more comfortable than the coarser Helsing.

Speaking of it, Lu Zhengkang may not have an extra favor for Helsing because of his antlers. In his view, deer is a beautiful animal-especially when it is quiet.

In such a cold killing field, the blood of the members of the Boyehian Order ran around, spreading in the cracks between the rocks and the gravel, and then it was frozen to dryness by the low temperature, and the extended lines were like the edges and corners of ice crystals. On the earth, Heersing’s tall body makes people feel like he can’t look directly at him. He is taller than a troll, and when Lu Zhengkang raises his head and looks at him, he can clearly feel the chaotic information overflowing around the incarnation of the devil. The high-level projections also brought some surplus things over, and the blood on the earth re-flowed, and the branches of the tree grew upward.

Helsing held the stag's skull without showing his expression, but his joy had been passed to the surrounding environment, and the breeze near the ground blew the dust out of a small whirlpool.It even caused Lu Zhengkang's long-lost auditory hallucinations. Unlike the auditory hallucinations brought by the knowledge demon, the music brought by the hunting demon is a wild drumbeat. Combined with Lu Zhengkang's own memory, it actually appears similar to electronic music.

"Mortal, my family, you are very good, these Boyehia slut should understand what shame is, this is your reward." Heelsing pushed the soul group forward in his hand and flew slowly. Growing up in midair, she became a tall woman wearing vicious leather armor and holding swords in both hands.

The woman looked around, she was taken aback when she saw Helsing, and bowed in a salute, "My lord, Gui'an."

The deer head man was not in the mood to say hello to Garna, he just told Lu Zhengkang again, "Don’t take it lightly, that bitch will definitely try to cheat you, maybe drag you into his ten race blood race, Maybe it’s for the champion warriors under his command to kill you. All in all, it will be a very exciting hunt! Don’t die, my family!” After speaking, he laughed and disappeared, and the restless blood tree on the ground crashed. When it collapsed, the auditory hallucinations in Lu Zhengkang's ears also disappeared.

Now there are only two of them, mother and son, and they all say that life and death is a bitterness in life. Now they are eternally separated from yin and yang, and they are even more miserable. This situation makes people sigh.

The tall troll man shrank a little bit and turned into a white Nord boy, dressed in an oversized cloth, and the half-bare shoulder blades in the neckline were full of runes that were as thin as a mole.

Garna's soul looked at the boy in front of him and frowned, "My child, are you a dependent of my lord? Where is your mother, how can you be assured that you will come out alone?"

Lu Zhengkang opened his mouth and stopped talking, then said in a low voice: "Mother, how are you?"

"Ah? What? Me? You said I was your mother?" Garna was stunned. "I died without getting married. Where's the kid?"

The gentle, deep and reserved smile on Lu Zhengkang's face instantly solidified, like an egg hitting the ground of the fire moon in the sky, the egg white is still that egg white, and the yolk is still that yolk, but it is frozen by wind and frost. As hard as a hammer.

"You don't recognize me?" Lu Zhengkang's young body shook suddenly. Although he knew that something was weird, it is hard to guarantee that Garna did not want to recognize him as a child. The scene at birth was still like yesterday. I don't know why. The sadness is beyond words, and tears are about to flow in my eyes.

Garna shrugged her shoulders and showed an inexplicable weird expression, "Your boy is pretty good-looking, but he is a little bit more stubborn, so you must recognize me as a mother, haha, don't cry! There will be a mother in the future. You, your mother is covered by Heelsing again, and our mothers are not afraid to travel all over the world!" She came over and rubbed Lu Zhengkang's head with an illusory palm, cautiously, as if touching a future. A treasure that you dare to hope for.

"But mother, you are dead." Lu Zhengkang took a deep breath, and his mother's hands were as cold as ice and as light as a cloud of smoke, all of which reminded him that the loving mother in front of him is the dead-Ms. Garna, you are sober A little bit!

"Oh! That's right!" Garna's voice was empty. As one of the many warriors in the hunting grounds, she was commended by Heersing. Her strength was actually very strong, much stronger than those wild ghost mothers, and the body of the soul was substantial. The degree is also very high, vivid, and the colors are vivid. If it were not for the faint mist on the body, no one would think that she was the dead, and she herself seemed to have forgotten this fact.

"Hey! Yeah, I'm dead, oh, why did I die at such a young age? I still want to go to the Mara Temple in the Rift Valley to ask for marriage, and I don't know which great guy I should marry and have a baby. Oh, hello, my old lady is really pissed..."

Lu Zhengkang couldn't help the joy in his heart, but he didn't want to admit that the babbling old mother was his biological mother, so he had to cover his face to cover up the complicated expression.

He roughly guessed why Garna? Drinking blood seemed to have amnesia. There are three possibilities. Either Heelsing intercepted part of her soul and caused her memory loss, or she subconsciously forgot her sorrowful past. Then there is the influence of other gods.

Lu Zhengkang talked with Jiaerna for a while and ruled out the second possibility. He took out the deer bones and connected with Helsin for a long distance. The hunting demon said that the problem was not with him, and he also enthusiastically gave hints, saying that he was going to pull. Ma Temple to see if there are clues.

Indeed, Garna has been talking about the Temple of Mara in the Rift Valley, and it seems that the clue is there.

[Task: Rest in peace]

Task one (complete): summon the undead of the mother

Task two (unfinished): Go to the Temple of Mara in Rift Valley City

Speaking of it, the East Territory and Rift Valley are not far apart, just heading south. Lu Zhengkang looked at the chattering mother in front of him and planned to give her a break, which is also to prevent her from ascending to heaven.