Lu Zhengkang twisted his neck. It was very soft and tough, and there was no clicking sound, which made him a little regretful. The necromancer who was huddled by the wall was shocked when he saw the troll's anthropomorphic behavior, and he spoke in an excited tone.
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Lu Zhengkang ignored him. The direwolves under his command were enjoying the carcass outside. They were greedily grabbing food and the bonfire in the house was burning, as if it was some implicit and malicious hint. The old man kept coughing and choking.
Bleeding with blood foam, he seemed to have adapted to the pain and began to cast spells again. He held the hilt of the sword on his chest with his left hand. A golden ball of light in his right hand emitted a warm and comfortable light, covering his old body and gradually repairing the damaged torso.
Lu Zhengkang still watched this process with cold eyes. He could feel the enrichment of magic energy, being commanded by the mage's will. Through some kind of "resonance", some kind of invisible coordination of high-level will, the magic power began to play a specific role.
The corners of the mage's mouth twitched with pain, and he looked anxious, frightened and lucky. When he pulled out the sword with difficulty, his head was torn off by the troll before he could heal the wound.
Don't die with peace of mind.
Lu Zhengkang sighed, "He's an old loser with three little losers."
It's really not easy for this kind of combination to survive in the wilds of Skyrim.
Lu Zhengkang marked this place on the log map and named it the wolf resting place.
The house is about 180 square feet, which was originally quite spacious, but the snow buried a small area, making it suddenly look cramped.
There is a blood-stained six-pointed star array on the ground in the dark corner. There is a candle in each of the six corners, and a vertical pupil-shaped rune symbolizing annihilation is engraved in the middle. Inside the array are a blood-stained sheep skull and a bouquet of purple mountain flowers.
, a bowl of bone meal.
In addition to the bonfire, there are five fur blankets, an alchemist's medicine table, a pile of storage boxes, six wooden barrels, and a locked wooden treasure chest.
There are four people in total, why are there five beds?
Lu Zhengkang inhaled gently and smelled the fresh smell of human flesh, coming from the locked box.
He didn't have a lock pick, and he couldn't pick locks, but the box was just wood. The troll clawed at the wooden board and screams of terror kept coming from the box.
It's a little boy.
Lu Zhengkang grabbed the treasure chest and shook it downwards, as if pouring yogurt. Then a Brighton boy howling like a mad pig fell to the ground with a squeak.
This kid was lying on his back, his eyes were closed, his mouth was wide open and he was making noises in all directions, and he was kicking and shaking his hands and feet randomly, just like a restless sea urchin, as if he could scare away the enemy.
He has short, smooth, ironed black hair, a fair complexion, regular facial features, and slightly high cheekbones, suggesting that he is of elf origin. Except for the distorted expression on his face, he is still considered a handsome boy.
Lu Zhengkang picked up the Master's still-looking head. The head had been violently torn off, and a vertebrae was still attached to it. The blood and brain matter dripped off, and the fishy smell hit his nostrils. Now he threw the head into the boy's arms.
"Ah! I'm dead!" The boy stopped moving all of a sudden and stood straight up, as if he had died suddenly.
The troll gently stroked his mane and narrowed his three black eyes, thoughtfully.
Lu Zhengkang grabbed the boy's ankle, and the boy was so frightened that he peed. Although he kept his corpse posture very dedicatedly, his pants quickly got soaked, and the smell was unavoidable.
The boy was dragged and brought to the fire.
The burning heat gently licked his face, and his eyes secretly opened a little, like some kind of fern that had been stressed by heat. The light reflected from his pupils did not escape Lu Zhengkang's eyes.
The troll turned around and walked away a few steps to pick up the sword. The Braton boy started shooting and ran away wildly. Lu Zhengkang waited for a while, and the boy was bitten by a male wolf on his left trouser leg and was lying on the ground screaming.
The wolves had eaten the flesh and blood, and there was a faint ferocious light, and they wanted to devour this smooth-skinned and tender boy. At this time, the troll man strolled out and scattered the wolves.
The young Breton man looked at the troll, and the troll looked at him calmly. The two sides looked at each other. For a moment, it seemed that some kind of tacit understanding had been reached.
"Hello Mr. Troll, I...my name is Jonas..."
Lu Zhengkang didn't understand what he said, so he just grabbed him and dragged him back to the resting place of the wolves.
Log update.
[Mission: Healthy Growth]
...Task 3 (Complete): Lead the wolves to find a safe place to live
Open new entry.
[Mission: Exploring Magic]
Explanation: The meeting with the Necromancer made me realize the magic of magic. With the help of lycanthropy and meditation, I may be able to explore the use of magic energy. Remember that safety is the first priority.
Task 1 (unfinished): Try to use telepathy to sense magic.
[Task: Language Communication]
Explanation: The newly captured child may be able to help me complete my language enlightenment. It’s time for me to learn a foreign language.
Task 1 (unfinished): Learn to communicate verbally
[Task: Explore the surrounding area]
Explanation: The tundra is a small place, which is suitable for my range of activities, but in this area, I need to know more information to live easily.
Mission 1 (unfinished): Explore human activity points in the western mountain passes of the tundra.
Lu Zhengkang lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand. The troll's generous palm still had a dexterous structure. The back of the hand was covered with white hair. The skin of the palm was as rough as rubber, and there was a small epiphyllum pattern in the middle.
The Pure Land in the Palm has not yet completely stabilized, but after absorbing the magic energy, everything is developing in a good direction.
The Brighton boy named Jonas was huddled against the wall. The wolves' eyes were green and dim, like ghost-blue will-o'-the-wisps. They were eating the mage's body, and they looked up at him from time to time. The blood-stained snouts made him
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He was frightened, and the troll was idly rummaging around in the room. For a moment, he felt that his wet pants were very uncomfortable. Although it would not freeze indoors, it was still cold and sticky no matter what.
His mind was rolling with stories about bards in taverns, about brave men fighting bears, hoping to borrow a little courage. The troll glanced back at him, and Jonas immediately put on a flattering smile.
Lu Zhengkang spent time sorting out the harvest.
Some food, some currency, some materials, some weapons, some books, two sets of leather armor, one set of heavy armor, one set of mage uniform, and one prisoner.
Jonas couldn't help but want to talk to Lu Zhengkang. In the whole room, the most humane thing now was this troll.
Lu Zhengkang didn't understand it, but he remembered the pronunciation carefully.
Soon, the boy realized that the troll couldn't understand him, so he began to complain wildly.
There was so much noise that Lu Zhengkang remained silent.
After being separated from human society for too long, the natural wind and frost almost stripped away his speech ability, resulting in Lu Zhengkang never having any desire to talk.
The troll man threw the mage's pants to Jonas, then turned his back and motioned for him to change his pants.
The Brighton boy was coy and didn't dare to change his clothes under the gaze of the wolves, not because he was afraid of being exposed and embarrassed, but because he was afraid that the wolves would have thoughts about his flesh.
In short, he hesitated for a while, and then thought of a very stupid method, which was to put on the dry pants first, and then take off the soaked pants from inside.
What a Mr. Bean!
Lu Zhengkang was speechless. He thought the boy had changed and looked back, but he saw his hands twirling in his crotch.
