The journey was very windy. It usually takes a day to walk, but now it takes less than two hours. The mudflats along the way are wet, gravelly, ups and downs, and rugged. If Lu Zhengkang hadn't used enough springs, his buttocks would have been broken this time.
Can't have it anymore.
Thanks to the barrier technique, it can withstand the strong wind, otherwise this car would be punishing people.
The brakes, tire brakes, and turbine stopped working. It still had to slide for about ten meters before it really stopped.
Lu Zhengkang jumped out of the car and bent down to look at the fender of the motorcycle. The road conditions were so bad that it gave people a headache. The sludge almost filled the gaps in the tires. A thick layer accumulated on the fender. The troll sighed.
Take a breath, throw the car into the sea, wash it, fish it out, then put it back in the pure land, and then walk the rest of the way.
This time he set off half a day late, but arrived half a day early. He set out in the evening and it was not yet midnight. The tavern owner was very surprised when he saw him. Lu Zhengkang was even more surprised when he saw the situation in the tavern. There were so many people in the tavern in the middle of the night. Everyone
While they were laughing, drinking, and eating barbecue, they immediately cheered when they saw the black-robed troll.
Lu Zhengkang ignored these bored people and went straight to the counter to say hello to the boss. After asking why it was so lively, he learned from the boss that it was because it was the end of the month and most of the living people in Winterfort were here.
Turning his head, the lord who was drinking silently in the corner smiled at Lu Zhengkang. The troll nodded in return and was not in the mood to chat, so he went to his own private room to rest.
There was no soundproofing in the tavern, and the chaotic noise poured into the room without reservation. These drunken Nords were just scolding the empire for its perfidy, and angrily scolding the ancestors of Thalmor and other insidious villains. When they got drunk,
They were singing and dancing in the hall. The troll was sitting on the bed, leaning against the wall, folding his hands on his chest, quietly closing his eyes and taking a nap.
For him, he could sleep as long as he wanted. Everything that happened in the outside world could be treated as if it didn't exist. However, he didn't sleep for too long and woke up after a few hours. Without opening his eyes, Lu Zhengkang
Thinking about magic.
In the second half of the night, the tavern became quiet. It was a new month after midnight. The tavern owner came and knocked on the door. Lu Zhengkang had already slept enough, so he simply opened the door to welcome him.
"The Second Seed Month is here, and the Nine Holy Spirits wish you happiness forever. Let's have a drink!"
Lu Zhengkang thanked him, took the tin wine glass, lifted his face towel, and drank a glass of fine honey wine.
Sweet, mellow, and not harsh on the throat at all, this wine is better than what I usually drink.
“Delicious.”
The boss laughed happily after hearing this and raised his glass, "Black thorn mead is the best in the world. The only mead that can compete with it is the kind of mead produced by Xueman Winery. It is very difficult to get. I only have
One bottle."
Lu Zhengkang smiled and said, "I will also make wine and drink it in the future, and I will bring it to you to try."
"My pleasure, Mr. Gourmet."
The two of them sat in the room and slowly drank a bottle of mead, chatting for a while. Lu Zhengkang said that he would not stay to cook today. Although the boss was sorry, he did not try to persuade him to stay. He got up after the bottle was bottomed out.
Farewell, "Good night, sweet dreams."
"Good night to you too."
The tavern fell silent, with only low snoring coming from a few rooms. It was lively just now, but now it is so depressed.
Winterfort is a village shrouded in wind and snow. If you peel off this layer of white, you can see the flaming enthusiasm of the residents. But when you really get into the burning red, you will find that underneath is the real paleness.
Decline, decay, bitter cold, a model in a crystal ball, people burn their passions, using alcohol and songs as accelerants, trying to release a little light and heat, so that more people can see hope, even if it is trivial.
Lu Zhengkang also thought about saving this once glorious city, but he had no choice. No one can defeat winter, so no one can save Winterfort.
Unless a large number of immigrants move in, it is impossible for the old, weak, sick and disabled people in Winterfort to survive.
These are things that the Lord of Winterhold should worry about and have nothing to do with the trolls. In the final analysis, he is just an alien now.
The drunkenness came and went quickly. Lu Zhengkang stopped his racing thoughts, stood up and went out. He turned to look at the counter and saw that the boss was sleeping on it, snoring softly.
Firewood was added to the fire pit and it was burning brightly. The room was warm. Lu Zhengkang gently opened the door. The wind and snow rushed in through the gaps in his robes, making the trolls feel slightly chilly. He tightened his clothes tightly.
After putting on the clothes, he walked into the cold street, turned around and closed the door behind him.
Today is the first day of the Second Seed Moon, and Winterhold is still freezing cold.
What makes people happy is that the night is good tonight, there is no snow, but the wind is still very strong. The strong wind from high altitude has blown a huge hole in the clouds. Looking up, you can see a corner of Mather and the whole view of Secunda. Now
It was still early, so Lu Zhengkang found a stone on the roadside to sit down and watch the stars for a while.
After doing this for a long time, suddenly a blue-purple aurora appeared behind the clouds. It was extremely beautiful, like a river of light flowing in the heavenly kingdom, rippling and swaying back and forth.
After sitting for a while, he calculated that the time was almost up. Lu Zhengkang stood up, patted his cheeks that were numb from the cold, and walked toward the college.
Jonas stood waiting for him under the arch of the stone bridge, and next to him was the diligent Faraudah.
"Hello, mage." Lu Zhengkang greeted the high elf lady, took the boy's hand and walked outside the Winter Fortress.
"Sir, aren't you going to the pub this time?"
Lu Zhengkang smiled mysteriously, "You have been in Winterfort for so long, do you want to take a walk around?"
"think!"
After walking all the way down the mountain to the coast, Lu Zhengkang took out the Necrobike. The boy immediately noticed its cold and punk appearance, "It's so beautiful! What is this?"
"Motorcycle." Lu Zhengkang muttered a new word. He slapped his right hand on the sheep skull on the front of the motorcycle. Number 4 rushed into the motorcycle from the pure land. The blue undead demon energy burned like a flame on the surface of the motorcycle.
Two pillars of fire shot out from the eye holes of the sheep skull, and then burned low.
"Wow!" Jonas was stunned.
"Come on, get in the car!"
The troll man sat in front, holding the goat's horns with both hands, while the boy sat in the back and looked left and right.
"Hold my waist, or I'll throw you away!"
"What do you mean?" Although Jonas didn't understand why he was thrown away, he still followed Lu Zhengkang's waist tightly. The troll man almost died from the boy's strong force, but he didn't say a word and died.
The violent metal tires of the spirit motorcycle began to rotate, and as the engine power increased, it became faster and faster, and within ten seconds, it turned into a brilliant thunder.
The barrier spell blocked the strong wind. The boy watched the mountain wall on the right turn into a long blurry line, and the coastline of the Sea of the Dead on the left continued to twist. Everything was silent, and Jonas couldn't help shouting loudly.
For the boy, at this moment, it was as if his body was disintegrating and the world was reborn.
