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It was a unique dream. He twisted his neck and looked around. Behind a gray cloud, there was a faint blood showing through, and there was a faint rancid smell in the air. The earth was dark and cracked as if it had been burned. The shell of the tortoise is undulating, with depressions and cracks.

The black towers with chaotic shapes are sparsely distributed in groups and are found in all directions. Lu Zhengkang takes a closer look. The surfaces of these towers are delicately shiny. Some of the outer edges of the towers are wrapped with huge snake-shaped sculptures. There are many kinds, as if from different eras, some have simple lines and some are lifelike.

In general, these high towers seem to be broken relics, which do not give people a sense of civilized order, but rather like the messy scenes left after the horror ceremony of the evil god, with countless godless bodies lying down.

Lu Zhengkang waited for a while, the hallucinations in his ears gradually faded, and a familiar voice sounded.

"Meet again, bold mortal, I said that you will be drawn into my snake mountain to participate in the most painful trial of hell. Now, my promise has been fulfilled, in a way you are unwilling to accept, huh Haha, you are as arrogant as you, leaving Akatosh’s dragon fire barrier, like a chick walking into the storm, can you keep your posture? Hum, haha!"

Lu Zhengkang clenched his right hand lightly, without speaking.

Boyehia said maliciously: "A mortal, you will participate in the blood competition as a Nord. If you can win, you can get rewards. If you can't, then leave the body behind, and I will resurrect you and transform you. As a dependent, and then you are assigned to kill the trash believer in Helsing. What do you think?"

Lu Zhengkang nodded, "I hope you believe it."

Boyehia laughed, her voice high and harsh, "Excellent! Excellent! Keep your confidence, because the higher the flower, the more beautiful it blooms!"

Whispering retreated, Lu Zhengkang suddenly felt a huge force rushing from all directions, seeping into his body, first there was a huge squeezing sensation, and then a suffocating suffocation.

The troll transformation was forcibly cancelled, and Lu Zhengkang was squeezed into a human form. Once he tried to transform again, huge pressure would instantly come, making the transformation impossible.

A five-foot-tall Nord boy, this is his current form. Boyehia originally meant this to participate in the battle as a Nord.

Lu Zhengkang shook his fist.

The results of hard work are still there, but without the solid foundation of the body of a troll, the effect is diminished.Trolls used to have skin as iron and bone as steel, able to withstand the chopping of swords, but now they can't. Although the skin is tough as thick glue, it will be scratched by the blade of stainless steel.

In addition, enchanting tattoos are distorted due to changes in body shape, and cannot be activated except for an underwater breath.

Lu Zhengkang thought for a while and waved his hand to take out the boy’s mecha from the pure land. Suddenly he heard Poyexia’s shock, "How did it appear, a subtle creation? However, I don’t plan to let you use these. Cheating means, ha ha ha!"

The ground under the boy's feet suddenly cracked, and a giant python opened its mouth to devour the mecha, but Lu Zhengkang waved his hand again and took the mecha back.

Boyahia did not speak.

Lu Zhengkang sighed. The Pure Land is very safe, and even the Devil God cannot peek at it. Even if he loses in the blood race, he can choose to hide in the Pure Land. There is no danger to his life, but that means being trapped in it. Snake mountain.

He is not alone, his responsibility is to tell him--

Must win!

...

After walking in the Snake Mountain for a long time, Lu Zhengkang moved slowly to the distant tower group against the edge of a huge crack.

The venue for the blood competition of the ten races is the entire Snake Mountain domain. There is nothing wrong with killing people when they encounter them.

At the end of the horizon, a small figure walked out of a tower, like a sesame seed, shaking, not knowing whether it was approaching or turning around in place, Lu Zhengkang also walked towards that person.

The clothes on his body were prepared for Jonas, some were too long, but also a little tight, not very comfortable to wear, and there was a cloak with many swallows in the sleeves hidden in his secret pocket.There is a slender great sword tied to the back, four and a half feet long, one and a half inches wide, oval cross section, half an inch thick at the spine, made of black sandalwood, simple in shape, densely covered with bright gray patterns, mysterious and beautiful, weighing 100 Three pounds, it never takes a second time to split a person in half.

Speaking of which, these ebony are still contributing to the ghouls in the furnace-covering ancient tomb, which is quite memorable.

As the top Didra king, Boyahia's territory is also surprisingly large, comparable to a small land.Lu Zhengkang and the man on the horizon approached each other, and it took more than twenty minutes to see the clear outline of both sides.

It was an orc, shirtless and topless, with long black hair tied in many braids, holding a long knife in each hand, and walking steadily.

After walking for another twenty minutes, it was like a transparent rope pulling the two closer. The closer they got, the tighter they were. The two sides looked at each other. The orc warrior's eyes were cold, not because Lu Zhengkang was a child. There is half hesitation. For such a person, his sword skills must be infinitely forward.

Getting closer and closer, the two sides went from slow walking to fast walking, then started running, and then sprinting!

Lu Zhengkang drew out the great sword, and the orc raised his double swords.

The cold light is like a moon!

Suddenly, they crossed, and the two turned their backs to each other.

One second, two seconds.

Lu Zhengkang put away the giant sword.

The two corpses of the orcs fell to the ground, splashing humble dust.

Chapter 294 Light, Eye, Snake

Lu Zhengkang slowly sipped the healing potion to quench his thirst and heal the wound on his waist.

The orc warrior was not weak, but he died a happy move.

Here, Lu Zhengkang is ready to stay for a long time. The ten race blood race is an ancient ceremony, but the world knows very little about it. After all, there are not many people who can come in and go out. Now it is just a long elimination game. The decisive battle of the bayonet is not near yet.

Everyone is wandering in the Snake Mountain. No one knows where the attack will come from or when it will be sent. Either the human sense of morality is lost in the long hunt, or it gradually becomes crazy in fear, or the handle gets stronger and sharper. The sword, until its sharp edge was revealed, pierced the chest of thousands of opponents.

I don’t know how long it has passed, the thick clouds gradually dispersed, and the sky behind the clouds is faintly visible as a huge eye-shaped vortex. Pieces of red light clouds rushed toward the center in a clockwise direction, converging into black on the sides of the eyes. Thick lines, the shape of the eyeball is roughly a full spindle, and the exposed part can be seen. The surface is gray, like a layer of cornea, with bright purple lightning slowly growing, just like bloodshot-suddenly appeared , Spreading out the pattern of branches, and then suddenly disappeared, back and forth, endlessly, silently.

At this moment, in the deep scars of the earth, the long snakes stick out their heads, bathing their eyes behind the clouds-that is a very light, close to the moonlight, which shines in bunches due to the division of the clouds. It has a pure glass texture, although it gives people a soothing and beautiful mood, but it will inevitably also highlight the fear of drowning in such light.

The infinite number and variety of long snakes stretched out, or vomited, or waved their heads. In the brilliance, the reflections of their scales were dim, their nictitating membranes blinked, their eyes flickered, and they were uncertain, except for the sinister metaphor of killing. In addition, it may also be indispensable for the simple temperament of the weak.

There was a sharp scream in the distance, followed by a thunderstorm. After the violent sound lasted for about forty seconds, everything returned to silence.

Lu Zhengkang stood on the edge of a beam of light and probed his hand lightly. The bright light shone on his hand, just like the sun in the midsummer afternoon. He blinked for a moment, and he saw the blue scales of his hand in a daze.

Withdraw your hand.

Suddenly a manic metal rock sounded in my ears, already turning over the climax part, and gradually calming down, slowly disappearing.

Lu Zhengkang looked at his hand again, and there was a thin layer of dead skin that could be easily torn off.

It seems that he has forgotten the passage of time, this light will slowly turn foreign creatures into snakes that cannot be touched.Looking around, large and small beams of light projected on the ground, and countless snakes surged in the shadow of the cracks.

The blood race has begun!

Yes, this light is a sign, the winner must be decided before the clouds completely dissipate, otherwise everyone will be left here!

Lu Zhengkang found a wide and dark place and ran away.

On the way, we passed some abandoned high towers. Most of these towers are solid. The doors and windows are stone walls. Of course, some of them are hollow. Lu Zhengkang walks in Tallinn. From time to time there will be snakes attacking or biting like lightning. , Or spraying deadly corrosive venom, or releasing some spell-like abilities, very difficult.

Lu Zhengkang intends to hide in the tower. After all, this is considered a safe retreat. It took a long time to clean up the basilisk. The tower vibrated and began to shrink-like the hollow bamboo joints were closed, the floor and ceiling. Keep getting closer-no wonder some towers are solid, no wonder.

The behavior of trying to confine the snakes will lead to their fierce resistance, and then they will die one after another, turning into stone statues, and the tower will still be closed. This is a certain rule.

Lu Zhengkang left this group of high towers and continued to deepen the shadows. The beams of light were cast down in a mess, and the black earth became more and more fragmented-the abyss is death, the light is death, only the flat shadow place is life, just like the sea It's a sinister place like a broken island.

A greeting came from behind, Lu Zhengkang looked around, but did not see a figure, the greeting sounded again, listening to a young male.

Someone should be using the phantom sound technique, and he is still hiding it.