Lu Zhengkang grabbed the thorns with his back hands, and then pulled off the thieves' shoes one by one, revealing a pair of purple feet, which seemed to be that of a female dark elf. After taking off the shoes, the smell of sweat filled the air.

It became so intense that the troll couldn't help but roll his eyes three times.

The thief still did not wait to be killed. He threw his hands back and shot a sleeve arrow each. Lu Zhengkang released his right hand from the throat and leaned up to avoid the hidden arrow. A cold light flashed across, and the cold metal cut through the spider silk mask.

The troll's flat features slid forward, and finally the hood was broken, and the dagger flipped over and stabbed straight down.

Lu Zhengkang didn't want to kill, so he had to take a few steps back. Two pieces of silk cloth fell down. He gently touched his cheek. There was a thin scratch on his ugly face, which healed instantly.

The dark elf thief stood up straight and picked up his longbow. It was a black weapon with a beautifully sculpted bow. The silent poisonous arrow shot out from this superb creation.

"This is the second time, Elf!" Lu Zhengkang warned.

The other party was looking at the troll man's iconic face in surprise, and couldn't help but sigh in Dunmer language (Dark Elf language): "Nocturnal (one of the demon gods, Lady of the Night) is up there, what did I see?

?A talking beast?”

Lu Zhengkang frowned, his expression even more ferocious.

At this time, the smell of blood on the thief was very strong. Blood was oozing from her waist and abdomen. The troll's kick inadvertently opened her wound. The continuous blood loss made her weak, and her dark purple face showed an uneasy feeling.

Natural light yellow, body crumbling.

Lu Zhengkang asked again, with a cold tone, "Surrender or die?"

The thief squinted her eyes. At this time, her vision was blurred, and her hands holding the bow drooped unconsciously. However, her reply was very calm and calm, in common language: "You said you came here for money? I can hire you and give you a lot of money."

For the money, you just need to accompany me to kill someone."

"I will not leave Winterhold."

"The reward will be great."

"You can lure the enemy here, and I will be responsible for killing them."

"Beast! Conquer your arrogance. Standing in front of you is the champion warrior of the Lady of the Night, the sacred guardian, and the king of thieves, the Nightingale!" The woman spoke faster and faster, trying to finish everything in one breath, "And

That enemy is also a powerful nightingale. If we don't work together, there will only be death. I recruit you in the name of the great Nocturnal..."

Before he finished speaking, the woman who called herself Nightingale collapsed to the ground.

The atmosphere was dead silent.

Suddenly, a ring of fire spread from her body, forming a ring of fire on the ground and surrounding the dark elf.

This is the wrath of the ancestors, a racial talent.

Loving ancestors will still protect their descendants after death, which is an amazing characteristic.

The flame element lingered beside the fire ring of the Wrath of the Ancestors, extinguishing the fire, leaving only a faint dark golden halo on the surface, which was the unquenchable soul of the deceased.

Lu Zhengkang slowly approached and stepped into the circle of light without suffering any damage.

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

In addition to several small wounds that have basically healed, there is a sword wound that is oozing blood. It does not look like it has suppurated and rotted, but it has been cut off. It has been simply sutured, but it has not yet received good treatment.

Lu Zhengkang searched the bag on the thief's waist and found some poison bottles, some needlework and some fresh plants, three blue mountain flowers, two yellow mountain flowers, and two bunches of hanging moss.

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

If it is the same as in the game, these three plants are beneficial to body recovery.

Lu Zhengkang took a part of each and tasted it. Sure enough, it felt warm after entering his stomach. After confirming that it was effective, he crushed it and fed it to the thieves.

Still bleeding.

Take a needle and thread to suture the wound.

It's still bleeding, and the extravasation is much less. I don't know if it's effective or if it's almost dry.

The troll man scratched his head. A clever woman can't make a meal without rice. She has no internal strength and can't restore magic. What can she do? There is no way to save her.

The Dark Elf's injury most likely touched his internal organs, and simple treatment would not be able to save him.

With the current plan, there is only one way to survive, and that is the blood of Lu Zhengkang’s lycanthropic troll!

The troll can recover his body quickly. This minor injury is just a splash of water, but you have to consider the consequences. Lycanthropy is the power of the demon god Hircine, and the injured person is a descendant of Nocturnal, who is also one of the demon gods.

.If the dark elves accept this power, it is likely to have some undesirable consequences. It is up to them to decide whether to choose life or the purity of their faith.

…

An imperial man was lying at the table writing furiously.

The dark elf thief stood silently behind him, looking at the soft moonlight in the horn lamp on the table. A candle flickered in the hollow ocher-yellow horn, and it swayed slightly, swaying with the man's breathing.

Body posture?

Maybe not.

The man wrote silently, and the strokes of the black quill pressed against the papyrus paper, making a gentle, low hissing sound.

The surroundings are as cold and dead as the careless night of eternity, or in other words, it is the final annihilation of the soul in the dead silence.

There are so many places to go after death. Tears flowed from the eyes of the dark elf, Gallus, have you not reached the ebony pool of the Lady of the Night after all? Will you feel pain here? Will you be cold?

The man suddenly laughed softly and began to hum a melodious song.

In the endlessly low and endlessly joyful tune, the female thief's soul flew away from her body. She was getting farther and farther away from the man singing. When the dark elf could no longer suppress the mournful cry, the man

It turned into light, turned into the sun, and a beautiful world unfolded in the light. At the end of the horizon, the man holding a book smiled contentedly.

His eyes wandered in the sky for a while, and then suddenly fell into the earth. Endless crowds of people suddenly poured out. The dark elf wanted to squeeze through the crowd and get closer to him, but he could only see his back going away a little bit. It seemed that

It's about to fall below the horizon.

Suddenly, the man turned around, and the people around him avoided the sight between him and her.

The man with a sad beard on his face scratched his head, narrowed his eyes and smiled gently at the dark elf.

"Kalia! You have to live well! Mercer Frey, who betrayed the lady, will not have a good retribution! I saw it! Hahaha..."

The world is broken.

Darkness reigns again.

…

The dark elves heard the howling wind and snow and the burning firewood.

He was covered with bedding and felt warm.

She didn't open her eyes and tried to move her fingers, which was very flexible.

Kalia sat up silently, the firelight shining through her eyelids into her eyeballs.

Open your eyes.

The snow-white troll sat in front of the bonfire with his back to her, a small flame element flying around him, with a straight back and a broad waist. Although he was still very short, he was as hard as a rock.
Chapter completed!