Chapter 262 The mountains and rivers are broken, the mother's news
Run! Run!
The earth continues to sink, and the collapse continues to spread. It is like this, as if death is chasing the living, followed closely by avalanches and mudslides. Once caught up, they will be knocked unconscious in an instant, and soon they will be buried under thousands of feet.
, forever falling into darkness.
On the way downhill, the troll man jumped tens of feet, as if flying in the air. At this time, he regretted not getting the flying technique tattooed on his body. Unfortunately, there are always mistakes when doing things for others. Lu Zhengkang did not expect that Zach's Tower would actually
It has such a significant impact on the geological structure of this mountain that once it is removed, landslides and ground cracking will occur.
But a normal person would think of packing up a building buried in the ground and taking it away! Lu Zhengkang was in trouble this time due to lack of experience. He will become proficient in doing this kind of thing a few times in the future.
At this moment, the ice, snow, mud and sand are falling rapidly. The power can scare people out of their courage when they look at it from a distance. It feels like there are thousands of beasts galloping, and it seems like a sea of clouds falling from the sky. The woods along the way are easily broken and swallowed up.
, the tall pines and cypresses were unable to run, so they bent to the ground one by one and disappeared.
The avalanches and mudslides were as powerful as a rainbow, chasing each other back and forth. Sometimes the head of the tide was completely white, and sometimes black waves of soil could be seen looming at the bottom of the snow. The earth was sinking, and the sound of breaking rock layers was still heard. The thunderous sound of falling snow could also be heard.
There was no other noise in the world. The sound was as majestic as the tide. Lu Zhengkang felt that his whole body was resonating with it. His bones were shaking, his muscles were shaking, his blood was rippled, and his head was dizzy.
Run!
Run for your life!
There is a stone fortress at the foot of the mountain, and a dozen small figures emerge one after another from it, like a group of black beans on the snow. They seem to be shouting, and they are also trying to escape. After all, the trolls are fast enough.
It didn't take long to catch up with them. They were a group of bandits who had abandoned their armor. Seeing Lu Zhengkang's swift movement, someone shouted loudly to him to help him.
Lu Zhengkang did not reject anyone who came, and took them directly into the Pure Land. They also thought they had been saved, as if they ran over and crawled into the Pure Land one by one.
Eighteen people, good job, now the number can reach fifty.
Lu Zhengkang ran away like crazy and arrived at a cedar forest half an hour later. At this time, the terrifying scene behind him had gradually subsided, and he could sit down and take a breath.
After repeatedly confirming that this place was safe, Lu Zhengkang returned to the Pure Land.
The eighteen robbers had been subdued by Jonas and were lying in the field with their hands and feet cut off. Two of them were dead.
Lu Zhengkang shook his head. It was too late. The soul of the deceased had dissipated. Instead of ascending to heaven, it was swallowed up by the pure land and went to the unknown other side.
Lu Zhengkang frowned, and his will felt that the Pure Land had deep mysteries that he could not yet perceive. He was like a user, but not a creator. Only the Bodhisattva knew what was there.
Jonas got off the little boy happily and seemed to want to say hello to Lu Zhengkang. Then he smelled the pungent smell of blood and choked several times. After retching several times, he shivered and got used to it.
He smiled and took credit from Lu Zhengkang, saying that he had knocked down these guys with unknown origins.
Among this gang of thieves, there was a Nord man. When he saw Lu Zhengkang approaching with a bug in his hand, he did not resist. He just grinned and said, "Good friend... you saved me. I will give my life back now."
You... die in the hands of a strong man without shame, or die under a natural disaster... You are not willing to accept it, and you made me willing..."
When Jonas heard this, he covered his mouth and said in panic: "I didn't mean it, no, no, I didn't know you were a good person!"
The Nord shook his head, "I am indeed... not..." Before he could finish his words, he also lost his life due to excessive bleeding. Lu Zhengkang spared him and went to collect the souls of the remaining fifteen people.
Jonas sat beside the Nord blankly.
Why?
Why can you hold honor so high in your heart?
Are these Nords? Why are we Bretons only known for our political struggles?
The trolls were comfortably transforming the undead in the pure land, and the number of undead had reached forty-seven, and the number of other miscellaneous undead was over 500.
Two hours later, Jonas was still squatting on the ground.
Lu Zhengkang walked over and pulled him up, rubbing his tear-stained face.
"Why are you crying?"
"I don't want to kill him anymore, can he survive?"
"Not at the moment."
"When can we?"
"When you can transcend time and space, and transcend life and death."
"Well, I will definitely rescue him in the future." The boy wiped away his tears and smiled again.
"You have to think carefully, this may be a task that you will never be able to complete in your lifetime."
"When I die, I won't owe him any more."
"Okay. I believe you." Lu Zhengkang patted Jonas's head. This little head always surprises people.
After sorting out the "relics" of each bandit, they left in a hurry. They only wore thin clothes and a few tattered swords. The workmanship was so rough that it made people feel distressed. However, the Nord bandit who died willingly had a diary on his body.
Lu Zhengkang opened it and looked at it briefly.
The Nordic record is full of nonsense and filled with typos, but the content can still be vaguely discerned.
It turns out that this bandit was originally active in the Winterhold area. The bandit group he originally belonged to was destroyed by a group of mages. The fortress was occupied and only a few people escaped.
Lu Zhengkang flipped through it casually for a while and was about to throw it away when he saw the familiar words "drinking blood".
The original leader of this bandit was a Nord woman, who was called the Blood-Drinking Boss in the diary.
The leader of the bandits in Winterhold is a Nord woman who drinks blood...
Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes.
Great.
The troll man threw the body to the wolves to be devoured, told Jonas to stay in the pure land, and then he got on the undead motorcycle and hurriedly drove toward the northeast.
The Winterhold Territory is located in the northeast of Skyrim. As long as the direction is good, you will never go astray.
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After crossing the mountains, Lu Zhengkang first arrived at the coast of the Sea of the Dead, and then headed eastward back to Winterfort.
People on the road noticed the gourmet's return and greeted him happily.
Upon his return, Lu Zhengkang immediately found that the guards had returned. They were no longer those heroic female soldiers, but some tall men.
Tolinie and the others have already left. Unfortunately, they left only yesterday, so Lu Zhengkang was a step too late.
So he asked everyone in the tavern if anyone knew about the bandit fortress near Winterfort. If he could point out the route, he would be rewarded.
Many people shook their heads, expressing ignorance. At this time, Birna's alcoholic brother suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Me! I will take you there!"
"What do you want in return?"
"Hehe," the drunkard smiled proudly, "I told you before, one day you will look at me with admiration!"
Lu Zhengkang thought to himself that you never said, "Do you really know where the bandits are?"
"Of course!" Lanmir was about to boast as soon as he glared.
At this time, the door of the tavern opened, and a child came in with the coachman, "Big white ball! Look who this is! Coachman Mathieu, he is familiar with this area, and he definitely knows where you are going!"
When Lanmire saw that the coachman nodded, he immediately started making a fuss, "No! I came first! Mr. Gourmet, I will take you there without any reward, just don't let that guy get involved!"
Mathieu said dissatisfied: "Why, I never provoked you!"
"I just want to prove that I am stronger than you all!" Lanmir threw the wine bottle in his hand to the ground, and the glass shattered.
