It took three hours to return south from the coast to the tundra, and then to the high mountains in the west. We set out in the morning before the sun rose, and by the time we got close to our destination, it was almost noon.
A troll walked in front, followed by a pack of wolves. From a distance, it looked like a shepherd leading his flock.
Walking on the gentle slope, getting higher and higher, after a while you will see many crumbling stone pillars not far ahead, these are the remnants of history.
The ancient Nords built countless huge building complexes, which were buried by time and wind and frost. In today's Fourth Age, these magnificent human creations have become a dust pile of buried treasures, monsters and history. The owner here has passed away.
There are no more sincere worshipers. Instead, those who come here are explorers with ulterior motives, tomb robbers, highwaymen, evil mages and passers-by hiding from the wind and snow.
There are two buildings standing on the edge of the tundra, quite far apart. The one in the southeast is a large mausoleum complex, while the one in the northwest is just a stone shack embedded in the frozen soil. Compared with safety, Lu Zhengkang plans to go to the small building in the northwest.
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This stone shack was a resting place for workers who built a large mausoleum in the southeast. There are many square stone pillars scattered around it. It is almost integrated with the surrounding environment. If you turn your eyes at a slight angle, you will ignore it. Even if you look down from a high place, you will not notice it at all.
You can't see it. Its appearance is like a vault, divided into two layers: an inner and an outer layer. The entrance is covered with icicles, and the firelight flickers in and out from several stone windows.
A Nord man wearing brown-gray studded fur and leather armor was looking at the door. He was thin and looked numb. While standing guard, he kept moving his hands and feet to keep warm. It was really a shame for the Nords.
Lu Zhengkang and his entourage came up the hillside from the side and had not yet been noticed by him.
The troll patted the head of a strong male wolf next to him, pointed at the man, and the male wolf immediately ran out.
This wolf is the most timid, and Lu Zhengkang understands his temperament. Once he is at a disadvantage, he will definitely run away.
When the Nord saw a direwolf coming, he drew the iron sword from his waist with his right hand, picked up the leather shield at his feet with his left hand, and prepared for it.
Another man's voice came from the stone shack. The two exchanged briefly for a while, but Lu Zhengkang didn't understand even a single word. He walked quietly uphill and stood on the top of the stone shack, looking down at the battle.
Quickly, another Breton wearing leather armor and holding a sword emerged from the shack. The two looked at each other and slowly approached the direwolf.
As expected, the male wolf that Lu Zhengkang judged to be timid let out a few symbolic howls, and then turned his head frequently to look in the direction of the wolves. This exposed the entire wolf pack, and the two adults
The man suddenly panicked and kept shouting into the shack.
A hoarse old man's voice came from inside, his tone was rather impatient, and his voice was harsh, like playing a broken flute.
Lu Zhengkang waved gently to the wolves, and they immediately surrounded him, pressing closer and closer.
The two people at the door became more and more panicked. At this time, a dark green-skinned orc heavily armored warrior came out of the shack with his head lowered. He spat at the wolves. Unfortunately, the wind direction was not good, and he was hit by the frozen saliva.
The back of the Brighton man's head made a popping sound.
The orc had no intention of apologizing. Instead, he slapped the two of them and cursed a few times, meaning to tell them to go away.
The tall orc warrior drew out his two-handed heavy sword and charged at the wolves. Lu Zhengkang waved his hands vigorously, and the wolves scattered in all directions, with the orcs in hot pursuit.
The two timid swordsmen watched idlely as their companions chased each other on the snowy slopes.
The orc turned around and saw a short troll standing on the shack. He was so frightened that his face changed and he roared.
"Watch your back!"
Lu Zhengkang jumped slightly, stretched out his hand to pinch the Brighton man's neck, lifted it gently, and performed an artificial lengthening operation on his neck. Now he can fit a travel brochure between each cervical vertebrae.
When another brother, the Shame of the Nords, saw the troll's figure, he was so frightened that he dropped his sword and shield, wiped his head and ran away. The troll jumped forward, jumped high, rolled forward and jumped over the deserter's head.
, with a wave of his arm, his sharp claws tore his throat, and blood burst out from the aorta in his neck, as if a red snow had fallen in the sky.
Lu Zhengkang stood still, facing the impact of the furious orcs.
The orc raised his sword and struck, as if he had thrown an iron door. Lu Zhengkang's whole body was shrouded in sword light.
The troll man took a step back to let go of the sword edge, and then rushed into the orc's body. The orc raised his leg and kicked forward. Lu Zhengkang jumped up again and pressed on the orc's thick thigh, causing him to lean forward.
The orc warrior stared wide-eyed at the three-eyed head in front of him. This ferocious beast was not ignorant and chaotic. Its ugly face was calm and natural, and each eye reflected bright sunlight.
The troll swung its claws and tore off human heads.
It was quiet outside the shack, the wolves howled, and the cold wind chilled the bones.
An old man wearing a black hooded robe strode out of the stone shed. He had gray hair, a wrinkled face, a foul complexion, and extremely deep nasolabial folds. You could tell at a glance that he was a mean person.
His first reaction when he saw Lu Zhengkang was surprise. The old man slipped and crawled back into the shack. Lu Zhengkang picked up the leather shield and long sword, waved it lightly, grinned, and immediately he
He strode forward to pursue the old man.
Urgent murmurs echoed continuously as Lu Zhengkang walked into the main entrance. The stone shed has two floors, the outer ring-shaped and the inner circular. If you want to enter the inner layer, you can climb through the wide stone windows or walk halfway through the outer ring.
Circle the door.
The troll stood quietly outside the stone window and stared at the old man. There was a bonfire burning inside. There was a dried corpse on the ground in front of the old man. He raised his hands, and a faint blue magic aura lit up in his palms.
This is a necromancer.
Lu Zhengkang stepped sideways across the stone window.
The old mage's tone became more urgent, and he remained calm in the face of danger. A corpse was resuscitated and hit the corpse in front of him.
This is the corpse of an ancient Nord warrior. It should have been stolen from the tomb in the southeast. It was hit by the power of the spell. The ribs in the chest were constantly emitting blue light, as if there was a core beating in the body.
, even this core directly pulled the corpse to fly.
Lu Zhengkang watched the whole process thoughtfully, watching the mage's expression change from panic to calmness, and even now he was slightly proud after the corpse was resurrected.
A blue light shot out from the wrinkled eyeballs of the ancient Nord warrior. It turned around in the air, stepped on the ground with both feet, pulled out the thousand-year-old stainless black and green sword in its hand, and tapped the sword on its chest with its spine.
The iron armor made a clanging sound, seeming to invite a powerful enemy to fight. The arrogance of the ancient Nords was like a long mountain of iron walls rushing towards them.
A deep laughter rolled in Lu Zhengkang's throat, and he raised his sword and stabbed the resurrected ghoul's head.
The ghoul moved quickly, turned its head slightly, and then slashed at the troll's long arm.
The mage cast a transformation-type wood armor spell on the side, covering the body with a light cyan shimmer. Then he cast a destruction-type spell, his hands were glowing with fire, and he quietly walked aside to attack Lu Zhengkang.
But in the next second, the troll threw his long sword, breaking through the mage's armor, piercing through the chest, and nailing him to the wall.
"ah!"
The severe pain made the old man unable to concentrate, and he was dying on the side.
Lu Zhengkang didn't panic even without his long sword. Although the corpse's body was as hard as wood, its movements were fast, and its strength was immense, its joints were stiff and its swordsmanship was already rough, and now it was even more flawless.
The troll saw the right moment, disarmed it, then tripped the ghoul, pressed its chest, and punched it hard. After a hard blow, the light in the ghoul's eyes slowly dimmed, and at this time, only half of it was left.
Chapter completed!