Chapter 27 Explore the surroundings, the troll's lair
Lu Zhengkang looked at his mission log and decided to go to the human activity site at the mountain pass in the western tundra.
Earlier, the wolves deliberately avoided that place because there were a lot of people coming and going there, but now they had to go and take a look because it was too close to the resting place of the wolves, causing them to
The possibility of this small, weird and inhuman group being discovered by wandering humans is really too high.
While it was still dark, the troll approached the site of human activity early and squatted behind a low mound. Its snow-white hair blended into the environment, like a Polish sniper. The wolves wandered aimlessly, eating and drinking.
After a while, they became very lazy. That kid Jonas was defecating and after a long time, he came over slowly and squatted next to Lu Zhengkang.
There is a cave going down at the mountain pass ahead. In the distance, a group of Nord men carrying pickaxes and long swords and axes are walking slowly from the snow-covered gravel path at the foot of the mountain. They are whistling and singing.
The tone is uneven and the tone is relaxed, but the voice cannot hide the lowness and fatigue.
Jonas also hummed along. Lu Zhengkang glanced at him and saw humans. Didn't this kid think about running away from the troll?
As it turns out, Jonas seems hell-bent on following the trolls.
Lu Zhengkang marked this place as the Tundra Western Mine on the map, then ignored it, got up and left.
A few miners who were casually looking around could vaguely glimpse the undulating backs of the snow in the distance. They blinked, but when they looked again, they only saw the eternal snowflakes flying in the sky.
They joked a few words to each other, saying that they had seen a ghost that refused to rest in peace and would come to see you tonight. However, some people also expressed worries, worried that it would affect the surrounding safety.
In short, it is a new topic of discussion, but it is a bit old-fashioned, just because there are too many strange things in the wild, and people are quite numb to it.
[Task: Explore the surrounding area]
Mission 1 (Complete): Explore the human activity points in the western mountain passes of the tundra.
Mission 2 (unfinished): Explore the ancient ruins in the southeastern tundra.
Although it was still early, Lu Zhengkang didn't want to do the next task.
Don't rush, take your time.
Throughout the day, Lu Zhengkang stayed at the coast, continuing to dig more fishing holes and collecting silk from frost-biting spiders.
Jonas practiced swordplay conscientiously. Although he was only a child, he had a good physique. He practiced for a while and rested for a while, and finally he was able to persist for a whole day.
For him, he should actually start learning martial arts from the more basics, such as standing stances and the like. The effect of sword training now is not much different from that of radio gymnastics.
However, due to the child's active nature and language barrier, Lu Zhengkang could only make a long-term plan for training Jonas.
With the Brighton boys, you will never worry about loneliness, but you have to be patient.
Walking along the mudflats on the edge of the current to the real seaside is also a winding and long journey. In fact, for so long, Lu Zhengkang has not really stood on the seaside and looked at the vast horizon.
On a whim, he led the wolves to go against the current and head towards the shore. After walking for about an hour, they turned a big bend and the ice caps on both sides suddenly opened up, and they came to the bay area. There was a walrus floating in the distance.
Basking in the sun on the ice, patting my belly, looking very happy.
Since he wasn't hungry, he didn't bother anyone else. Lu Zhengkang continued to bring the wolves around to the west. After not going far, he saw human corpses all over the ground.
Continuing to explore along the bones, a breath of crisis suddenly came out from the smell of frost and sea water. The wolves were a little uneasy. Lu Zhengkang smelled a familiar smell.
A stench that makes people crazy and sick.
There is a crack where the lower part of the ice sheet meets the mud. Freshly bloody bones are scattered here, and messy splatters of blood and crazy scratches are still faintly visible.
Jonas turned pale, "Mr. Troll, let's go back?"
Lu Zhengkang glanced down at him, and the boy immediately tightened his face, "I'm just kidding, Holy Spirit, let us destroy this evil nest!"
The troll sighed slightly, this cave was the one in his dream last night.
The Troll Soul's home during his lifetime.
Lu Zhengkang firmly grasped the leather shield in his left hand. The handle was made of wood wrapped in leather, giving it a firm and elastic feel.
The blood of battle rushes in his chest.
"roar!!!"
There was a roar like the mountains were collapsing, and the ice caps that had not melted for thousands of years trembled, and the clouds in the sky froze. Jonas covered his ears in horror, but did not run away, but took a few steps back.
The roar rushed down the passage into the cave, and the echo was vibrating, damaging the liver and splitting the gallbladder.
The low roar had not yet dissipated, and a series of angry roars surged from the depths of the lair, with overwhelming momentum, like thousands of troops marching forward.
Jonas only felt the evil wind blowing against his face. He muttered something and sneaked away from the entrance of the cave, watching from a distance with the wolves.
The Brighton boy looked at these cowering direwolves in surprise, why is it that your boss, who is about to fight, can sneak away faster than me?
That's it, Lu Zhengkang immediately took charge, his eyes never straying a bit, and he didn't consider reinforcements or retreats at all.
The Troll's Nest is a terrifying and evil place in this area, where countless hunters, villagers, and tourists were brutally killed and devoured.
Lu Zhengkang walked into the cave step by step. On the downward slope, the sun shone slightly through the ice above his head and on both sides. The road was slightly blue, and snowflakes were continuously spread on the ground, shaped by the endless wind.
Got here.
The human skull was chewed to pieces, half of the sternum was exposed in the deep snow, and the continuous roars in the ears kept getting closer. After turning a corner in this cramped walkway, a mature snow troll raised its arms and revealed its three vicious eyes.
Eyes locked on the incoming provocateur.
Lu Zhengkang charged silently!
Beasts have no morals, and trolls are mostly solitary creatures. Even if they live in groups, they will not give up their malice towards their own kind.
The troll man is an outsider, the first to provoke, and the snow troll has only murderous intentions towards him.
Lu Zhengkang retreated slightly to let go of the fierce tearing, and threw a leather shield at the opposite troll's face. Taking advantage of the moment when it leaned back, he jumped up and thrust the tip of the sword downwards into its throat. The sword body went down all the way.
Stab into the chest.
The troll was not dead yet, but the suffocation and severe pain made it go crazy and began to swing its claws randomly. Lu Zhengkang didn't care that his long sword was still on his opponent's body, and just stepped back.
Three more trolls came one after another. Due to the narrow passage, they were not allowed to move forward and kept roaring behind them.
Lu Zhengkang looked at them showing their teeth and claws, and certain memories flashed back...the heavy breathing, the sharp screams of the hunters, and the hiss of arrows piercing the air in the darkness, like a whistle.
He shook his head to dispel the illusion. The troll in front grasped the hilt of the sword at his throat and was pulling it out little by little. The pain of the piercing marrow forced its three black eyes to turn red.
Lu Zhengkang rushed forward, but the troll actually retreated in panic. Death is indeed the most common fear. Anger will offset fear, but pain and suffering are the spicy appetizer of death. It can wash away every ditch in the mind and turn it black and translucent.
The color of fear.
The troll man's flexible claws scratched the beast's eyeballs, and the beast fell to the ground wailing. The three trolls behind roared ferociously and rushed over one after another.
Lu Zhengkang repeated his old trick. The opponent rushed forward, he retreated, and the opponent swung his claws to meet him and cause wounds.
Trolls understand trolls, and Lu Zhengkang understands their hunting techniques.
However, the biggest reliance of trolls is their own recovery power. When Lu Zhengkang knocks down one, another will rise up on the ground. Wounds as big as a palm can be healed in just a moment, but they are still alive and well after recovery.
Lu Zhengkang soon realized that it was the magic energy that promoted the effectiveness of the troll's blood. The magic energy filled every corner, and it was not only available under the light. When dealing with the trolls, he was also fighting against the strength of the race and the power of the world.
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Lu Zhengkang suspected that his mother did not kill the troll, but only made it temporarily incapacitated. If his mother had not sacrificed the flesh and blood of the troll to the demon god, the beast would have stood up again.
According to common sense, the only thing that can interrupt the troll's recovery is fire.
Lu Zhengkang smiled evilly and tore off their heads bit by bit.
It doesn't matter if there is no flame, just cut off the head!
