Chapter 231 In the past of Winterhold, I encountered a vampire
Lu Zhengkang sighed. He really didn't want to tell his children too many truths, because firstly, the truth would seem worthless, and secondly, the children would be annoyed by their elders saying such empty words.
"Anyway, what you do now is better than studying hard. Don't go around causing trouble, and don't do dangerous things to make me worry."
"Yes, sir."
"As long as you understand," Lu Zhengkang said with a smile, "I'll make delicious food for you and bring you dried mutton."
The boy seemed to have forgotten his troubles and became happy again.
The books that Jonas prepared for Lu Zhengkang this time were all theories and biographies. Lu Zhengkang asked him to pay more attention to the books on change, including the art of detecting life, detecting necromancy, etc.
Enchanting is a profound skill, and the combination of runes and magic circles that convert spells into enchantments is also very particular. Lu Zhengkang still needs more books and materials to perfect his skills.
Jonas has a good talent for magic, but he seems to have greater enthusiasm for swordsmanship, more like a Nord barbarian than a Breton with elven blood.
When he thought about martial arts, Lu Zhengkang once again couldn't forget about the internal power of magic reform. In other words, he has achieved some results now.
The sheep necromancer controls the inner skeleton of the exogenous armor. Those small, scale-like rigid plates can form layers of power like muscles, which can bring extra explosive power to Lu Zhengkang and also improve the flexibility of the entire armor.
The huge improvement is almost the same as that of an ordinary master who cannot release his internal strength externally. This means that Lu Zhengkang can use some slightly more advanced moves.
In addition, there are many uses for the undead. For example, it can be used in the shooting mechanism to achieve the magical effect of a flying sword. Lu Zhengkang plans to go back and buy some iron ore and then build a few flying swallows in his sleeves to try.
This time I prepared mutton steamed buns, or mutton steamed bread, for Jonas.
The soup was cooked in the Pure Land. Before Lu Zhengkang entered the Winter Castle, he put the iron pot on the trolley and took it into the tavern.
Fourteen quarts of delicious mutton soup was enough for everyone in Winterfort to drink a bowl. In fact, Lu Zhengkang did leave the soup bucket in the tavern so that everyone who came here could have a bowl of it.
Fresh soup with chunks of mutton.
The joyful people shouted the praise of "gourmet", the bard sang loudly and played his worn-out lute vigorously. The hot steam and strong aroma filled this small wooden tavern, music and noise
packed with planks
The gap between the stones also shattered the firewood burning in the fire pit, and the signboard reading "Frozen Stove" on the door was still shaking in the cold sea breeze. No one cared. Today, the tavern is closed, and the delicious winter food is coming.
The residents of the fort are about to break the threshold.
Lu Zhengkang met the lord of Winterfort, a Nord man named Kalada. He was wearing simple linen clothes. He looked very thin and his clothes were even thinner. However, he was not afraid of the cold at all. His eyes were bright and lively, although his golden beard and hair had already faded.
Most of it is stained by the gray of aging, but it is still very energetic.
He speaks in a low and persuasive voice, his eyes don't wander around when talking to others, and he doesn't have any prejudice against the College of Winterhold.
Lu Zhengkang chatted with him about the history of Winterfort, and the lord kept sighing. In his mouth, Winterfort was once the capital of Skyrim, but the annihilation crisis brought them huge casualties, and then the great collapse in the 122nd year of the Fourth Age destroyed them.
covers most of the city.
Winterfort City is built on a towering cliff by the Sea of the Dead. A major collapse caused the cliff to break and the earth to collapse. However, the academy in the center was not damaged at all, and even the road leading to the academy was not completely broken.
No wonder many people regard this disaster as a conspiracy of the academy. There are few such coincidences in the world. However, Aran, the chief mage of the academy, has repeatedly assured that the mages have nothing to do with the disaster.
Having said that, Winterhold has really declined and is now only the size of a village, which is really sad.
Lu Zhengkang didn't have much desire to explore this kind of history, so he made a few perfunctory remarks.
Of course, the lord saw that he was absent-minded, so he said that if Lu Zhengkang encountered any trouble in Winterfort, he could come to him.
Winterfort, a village with a few people, trouble, Lu Zhengkang almost laughed out loud after hearing this. What kind of trouble can such a place encounter? In other words, if it really gives Lu Zhengkang a headache, who can solve it?
"Of course, thank you for your kindness, Lord Calada."
The lord nodded and turned to join the dancing crowd. They surrounded the bard like magpies flying around the big tree.
At a certain moment, Lu Zhengkang suddenly felt that he might be able to become a bard in the future.
It’s interesting to travel the entire sky, explore ruins, and tell your own and other people’s stories everywhere.
Jonas ate until his stomach was full and laughed heartlessly. He sat on a bench and applauded and cheered for those who performed outstanding dances.
Lu Zhengkang huddled in the corner. When the joy really started, he would be insignificant as an introduction to the joy. However, this did not make him feel disappointed. Simply looking at the smiles of others was also a kind of happiness.
The farewell came soon. Lu Zhengkang gave the unfinished mutton jerky to Jonas. The Brighton boy complained that he had not finished the fish fillet last time.
"Share some with your classmates, don't worry about eating it yourself."
"I divided it! But they were too shameless and always ate all mine, so I hid it secretly."
"Why don't you eat what's hidden?"
"You'll forget it after hiding it for a long time. Hee hee."
Lu Zhengkang shook his head, this little fool.
Lu Zhengkang gave him one last warning, telling him to be careful not to get into trouble, and Lu Zhengkang walked back.
On windy and snowy nights, there are new guests on the usually dead coast. Lu Zhengkang will still look at the salvage ships on the shore. They used to be quite large, but now there is only one ship left, floating alone on the sea.
, looking rather lazy. His calm mood was disturbed by the faint smell of blood in the wind.
Lu Zhengkang looked towards the mudflat to the south. In the deep shadows of the night, there were several undulating human figures. One was escaping in front, and three or two were chasing after him.
The air is filled with the smell of the undead. Lu Zhengkang has been dealing with the undead demon for a long time, so naturally he can vaguely feel this unnatural and cold atmosphere.
The smell comes from the escapee.
The pursuers also discovered the troll man. After all, he was standing on a high rock, and the dim light of the stars and moon through the clouds still vaguely illuminated his form.
"Be careful! There are vampires!" a high-pitched baritone shouted.
Lu Zhengkang has now determined that the escapee is a vampire. This kind of undead creature that feeds on humans should be hostile to the world of the living.
The cold scarlet gaze of the vampire shot out from under the hood, and he looked at the troll man from a distance, as if a fishy long snake jumped out of this gaze, trying to tear Lu Zhengkang into pieces.
The troll jumped back into the shadow of the rocks.
After a moment of silence, both chasing and fleeing parties were close to the reef. The vampire seemed to believe that Lu Zhengkang would be a good hostage or food, so he ran towards the back of the reef.
The few chasing people, because they were too far away, watched helplessly as the vicious undead creatures also disappeared into the shadows, and the strong red blood light lit up. It was the vampire's touch, a necromancy spell that deprived life.
"No!" They closed their eyes in pain and concluded that Lu Zhengkang was killed.
The next second, there was a rapid, sharp scream, followed by brief impact sounds, and the vampire turned into a twisted shape that flew upside down at high speed and slammed into the towering ice wall.
Silently, a huge steel figure walked out from behind the reef step by step, with the raging waves of the Sea of the Dead behind him.