The troll has terrible resilience. It is difficult for a sword to cut through his thick fur, and its wounds will heal quickly. Apart from fire, there are few things that scare the troll, whether it is nature or humans. It is
A powerful predator, many travelers who stray from the main road are killed by the troll.
The woman realizes this very clearly, so she will never give up her sword. She must take the opportunity to inflict irreversible trauma on the troll, otherwise she and her children will die!
The troll's back hit the tree. The woman was weak and her movements became sluggish in the cold. She was unable to effectively dodge and could only resist.
Lu Zhengkang listened to the continuous roaring in his ears, the muffled sound of collisions, and the trembling and rustling of the trees, and he was still angry in his heart.
Anger is the pain of powerlessness.
At this time, the doe appeared again, standing in front of the deer Zhengkang.
Lu Zhengkang looked up at it, and it looked down at Lu Zhengkang.
There are stories of gods and demons circulating on Nirn.
There is Hircine, the god of hunting, who often appears in the form of various birds and animals with stag antlers.
The struggle between the woman and the troll came to an end, and she won. The troll's back was soaked with black and red blood, like a cloak. At this moment, it was leaning on a spruce tree, and turbid mucus flowed out of its three eyes, like a layer of
Eye nebula, it tried its best.
The woman pulled her body out from between the troll and the tall tree. The bones of her legs were broken and they were dragged on the ground like two thick ropes. Her ribs were broken and pierced into her lungs. Blood bubbles kept coming out of her mouth, and her whole body was covered with blood.
They were all bruises. She took out the small bottle of life healing potion from her small bag, but did not choose to drink it. She supported it on her elbows and slowly moved to the stone hill, where she saw the majestic deer.
She stared into the eyes of the doe and realized that it was wise and divine. The woman suddenly realized who it was.
She lowered her head and said, "Great... ahem, the Hunting Demon God, the father of hunters and lycanthropes, ahem, I believe in you."
The woman's voice was hoarse and low. The war cry scared off the wolves, but also tore her vocal cords. She spoke slurred words and coughed up blood from time to time. Her forehead rested on the ground, her posture was humble. She was a warrior and a mother.
"...I ask you to protect my child. I, Garna, drink blood and swear an oath. I hope to participate in the eternal blood hunting in your hunting ground after death...bring you happiness...please keep my child safe."
Grow up...I offer the troll as a sacrifice..."
The doe stared deeply at this mortal, its posture was proud and gentle, the clouds in the sky receded, and the twin moons were revealed. Under the holy moonlight, the incarnation of Hircine lay down gently.
The woman smiled and pierced the side of the deer's body with her long sword, piercing the heart. Even though she was about to die, her movements were still meticulous and sharp.
The body of the deer turned into a stream of light, grand and gorgeous, and out of the light stepped out a tall man wearing a deer-antlered helmet. He had a wild temperament, conveying a cold and passionate wildness.
"Mortal, I accept your sacrifice! The descendants of the proud hunter will be respected by nature. He will live and gain the power of your sacrifice!"
Hircine laughed loudly, and the troll corpse not far away exploded, and the flesh and blood turned into an illusory red stream and poured into the body of the infant Lu Zhengkang.
Lu Zhengkang felt an unprecedented fall.
He was not immersed in water, but in the strong wind mixed with flesh and blood. He could not breathe, and the red air flow seemed like a blade scraping against his body, causing shocking and severe pain.
The severe pain was like the spicy appetizer of death. In an instant, it seemed to wipe out all the subtle emotions deep in the brain. Lu Zhengkang had an hallucination in front of his eyes. A roaring head with three eye holes and short bone spurs all over it, which belonged to a troll.
The skull, its rough and primitive mandible, kept opening and closing, making clicking sounds, as if it was laughing.
come down.
Lu Zhengkang escaped from pain and fell into a frantic dream.
come down……
The woman watched the figure of the demon god Hircine slowly disappear, and only the heroic laughter still echoed in the miserable and solemn woods.
She hurriedly crawled to the child and saw him struggling and twisting in the leather swaddling clothes, with white hair growing continuously on his body.
Garna has heard the legends of werewolves and werewolves, and now her child seems to be suffering from a new form of lycanthropy, a troll?
The woman smiled kindly.
My child, as long as you don't die, there is hope for everything. Your story will be spread in Tamriel, and you will have your own title, a name more resounding than drinking blood.
The woman poured the few remaining healing potions in her hand into the child's mouth.
She watched the painful expression on the child's face ease slightly, and finally could not resist the turmoil in her heart, she shed tears unconsciously. The tears could not wash away the blood stains on her face, and the low temperature quickly froze the teardrops, causing them to drip.
It dripped and landed on the child's waving palms.
An epiphyllum bloomed quietly, its light red teardrops flickering in the air for a moment, and then disappeared.
The woman smiled, lay down next to the child, and gently touched his forehead.
Snow falls again.
From the gaps in the woods, bits and pieces covered the woman's body.
…
It's going to be daybreak.
Several direwolves broke into the aftermath of this brutal killing field. They circled around the woman's cold body for a long time, and then began to gnaw at her flesh and blood.
The hungry wolves devoured the woman and then gathered around the baby.
They gently licked Lu Zhengkang's face.
Lu Zhengkang opened his eyes weakly. He couldn't even move his neck. He could only look at the wolf's head, the treetops, and the blue sky behind the clouds in front of him.
A majestic wild wolf picked up his leather swaddling clothes and led the wolves out of the woods.
Lu Zhengkang began to wander.
If a wolf takes him wandering, a female wolf will breastfeed him, and when the wolves obtain food, the female wolf will eat it first.
Hircine said that the descendants of great hunters will be respected by nature.
Lu Zhengkang is a naturally adopted child.
The lycanthropy disease given by the devil gave him a long period of trauma. After returning to his normal form from the troll, he spent a month in severe weakness and high fever. Apart from sucking the female wolf's vagina every day, he was in chaos.
He was jolted in his sleep, and before long, his swaddling clothes were covered with feces and urine, and he couldn't even notice it.
The wolf pack's activity range is not large, and there is only one small river in its territory. Lu Zhengkang will be thrown into the river and washed, just like a stone. Fortunately, the water is shallow, so he will not drown.
The dirty leather armor was abandoned, and the deer Zhengkang was now carried by a strong male wolf.
The troll's soul was causing chaos in Lu Zhengkang's mind and running rampant in his blood.
His hair grew very quickly, but instead of the Nord's signature blond hair, it became an abnormal and unhealthy gray-white color, as dry as a bush.
The Night Star Moon passed and a new year arrived, and as the Morning Star Moon came to an end, Lu Zhengkang finally recovered from his illness.
The child's body was too fragile. Fortunately, the lycanthropy disease not only caused pain to Lu Zhengkang, but also gave him strong immunity and recovery. He finally managed to survive under the care of the wolves.
Chapter completed!