Chapter two hundred and forty second plotter, troll charge
In the new week, the boy went to school full of hope, and Lu Zhengkang still sent him to the door.
With the Necron Motorcycle, it is now very convenient to travel between Winterhold and the Tundra.
Looking at the vast sea, Lu Zhengkang once again felt the urge to build a ship.
Build steamboats and go fishing.
This is a major project worthy of excitement, and Lu Zhengkang immediately put it on the agenda.
To build a steel fishing boat that can withstand wind and waves, you must have excellent metallurgy and forging capabilities. Lu Zhengkang plans to build the undead furnace that was once under design.
The advantage of necromancy technology lies in its intelligence, which can make up for the shortcomings of the technology itself to a considerable extent. If Lu Zhengkang wants to build an automated furnace, he can design a large number of transmission structures, link by link, so that the necromancy required for the entire furnace can be
If the number of spirits is minimized, a large number of intelligent undead spirits can be used to participate in the entire process, reducing design difficulties.
Originally, Lu Zhengkang planned to reduce the amount of undead used as much as possible, but the monitor discovered that a group of bandits had crossed the mountain pass and were heading towards the ruins in the southeast.
This group of robbers obviously wanted to rob the tomb after hearing about the ruins. Now that the corpses in the ruins have been basically cleaned up by Lu Zhengkang, they can get their property safely as long as they enter.
Lu Zhengkang couldn't agree with them leaving as soon as they came. He was just complaining that the number of undead souls was too short. Wasn't this coming to his door? Moreover, he planned to let these bandits help him search for relics. The matter had been delayed for a long time, so he should take it as soon as possible.
Have to deal with it.
The sun is shining brightly today, and although the sea breeze is still blowing, at least the temperature is not that low. It is a good day for outings or killing people. The troll man carried the undead monitor, got on the motorcycle, and headed southeast until the entire
The ruins were all within the surveillance range, so I found a hillside to hide.
Number 1 squatted beside the monitor obediently, and Lu Zhengkang went into the pure land to continue his day's work.
The house will be completed in another week, and the next step is the long furniture manufacturing process. To be honest, with Lu Zhengkang's character, he can live all over the world with just one bed, so when he actually started to design the decoration style, he was quite troubled.
In fact, he doesn’t have many choices. Considering his personality, the most suitable one is of course minimalism. The shape of the house itself is a square wooden block. Now that he wants a minimalist style, he must highlight an emptiness.
.The door should be big and everything should be black
Spray paint in white and two colors, and hollow out the wall opposite the door to make a floor-to-ceiling window, exposing the spiral staircase to a bright background. Reduce the furniture in the room to just enough, leaving a large space. All decorations must be complete, but not redundant.
.Maybe there should be a fireplace in the center of the hall...
Lu Zhengkang was pondering here, and Number 1 used a mental link to warn the target that it had entered the surveillance range.
It's still far away, don't worry.
Lu Zhengkang continued to trim the logs in his hands, calculated that the time was almost up, and was about to go out, when suddenly the number 1 alerted again, saying that there was a new uninvited guest.
The troll was quite surprised and personally took over the information flow of the monitor. In an instant, the world became dark and depressing, and the outlines of things were sharply highlighted. Living things were moving, and still things were trembling slightly. The world became
Abstract, the perspective becomes concrete. Lu Zhengkang knows that everything he sees is not concrete and complete, it is just the imagination of the brain. After the real information flow is processed, some redundant details must be discarded to ensure its accuracy.
Colors are stripped away, still objects are blurred, the directionality of spatial locations is strengthened, and dynamic objects are highlighted.
For hundreds of miles around, all athletes are under watch.
There is a group of bandits in the northwest, heading southeast, and are about to touch a certain exposure point of the ruins, while in the southeast, there is another person heading northwest, with a clear goal, which is to get to the back door of the ruins.
Lu Zhengkang held the monitor and looked around.
The pale tundra is becoming more and more desolate, with a light gray shadow, like a scene of death before dawn. The shape of the distant mountains is not very clear, only the rough outline, which is also dim and like burnt iron ashes.
, random and messy
Stacked up, the scene in the sky is even more despairing. Dark clouds cover the top. The originally blue and clear sky seems to be dominated by night, with a burning thick darkness. The clouds are rolling like smoke. Apart from depression, nothing can be seen.
Remaining color.
Lu Zhengkang was not sure whether the scenes he saw were projections from deep inside his heart, but he didn't care. The hallucinated music in his ears seemed to be washed away and reorganized by the huge flow of information, changing from light and soothing chords to heart-stopping ones.
An uneasy and cold tone, and he vaguely heard some kind of whisper in this tune, mixed in the end of the instrumental music...
The undead monitor amplified Lu Zhengkang's perception, and it was actually the first time for him to experience such a perspective. The usual work was solved by the undead. He didn't know whether Number One and the undead sheep saw the same thing as him.
The same thing, but the troll obviously noticed a certain kind of gaze.
Not only is he observing others, but there is also a being observing him.
Although Lu Zhengkang's mood was calm, his body was trembling unconsciously, like some kind of near-death stress reaction. Such uncontrolled situations were rare and made Lu Zhengkang quite disgusted.
After meditating for a while, the troll man's body calmed down.
The unknown person who was spying on him might have already taken action against him, but Lu Zhengkang himself was not aware of it yet.
This discovery did not go beyond Lu Zhengkang's imagination. Of course, he realized that there was something wrong with such persistent auditory hallucinations. He was either suffering from mental illness or being assassinated, and the latter was more likely.
The troll man was silent. He didn't know who his opponent was for the time being, and he didn't want to provoke the opponent by shouting.
When the weak face the strong, they often don't have many choices.
People will go crazy for power and authority. Violence is almost an instinct engraved in nature. Lu Zhengkang is not exempt from vulgarity. He also agrees with violence and iron-bloodedness, but he still has his own personal habits in actual actions.
Good or bad is a social standard, and good and evil are just moral standards. What Lu Zhengkang cares about is order, which is his standard of evaluation.
Construction is always harder than destruction, and the results of construction are often extremely precious. Lu Zhengkang understands the difficulty of order and civilization. He has always been so. He hates destroyers of order. However, with his aloof character, he does not have much affection for people who follow the law.
The only thing that makes him cautious is innocence.
A child is the beginning of a human being, and childlike innocence is the beginning of the heart.
Lu Zhengkang knew that he would never be naive again, but he still hoped that he would become a romantic person.
Romantic people are often not so rational.
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The thieves broke the lock on the main entrance of the ruins and filed in. The man who went straight to the back door took away Lu Zhengkang's letter.
Lu Zhengkang let the person who took the letter go.
One day later, the bandits came out, carrying heavy treasure chests, wooden barrels and cloth bags. Ten of them set up a tent on the tundra and seemed to be repairing it.
One of the archers among the thieves frowned, "Did you hear that?"
The companions were immersed in the joy of wealth and almost lost their minds. They were just stunned when they heard the words. A heavily armored Nord warrior asked: "What?"
"sound!"
"What sound?"
In the distance, the undead locomotive was traveling at high speed. Although it was silent, the ground was faintly shaking.
The troll man grasped the ferocious ram's horns and slowly lifted the giant axe...