Lu Zhengkang told Jonas to study hard, and he put on his coat and set off with Lanmir.
The coachman offered to lend them his carriage, but Lu Zhengkang declined.
Along the way, the drunkard carried vodka and walked for a while before taking a sip. His posture was so bold and bold that the alcohol bug ran into his throat. Lu Zhengkang was in a heavy mood at this time. Seeing Lanmire's unrestrained posture, he
I felt a little disappointed.
The two of them each carried a luggage, and Lu Zhengkang also prepared an extra tent.
On this trip, Lu Zhengkang didn't plan to go to the Pure Land, so he packed a lot of odds and ends with him.
At the end of the first day, Lanmire took Lu Zhengkang to the familiar tundra.
At the end of the second day, Lanmire led Lu Zhengkang southwest across the tundra and arrived at the foothills.
In the early morning of the third day, the drunkard took Lu Zhengkang to a deep cave. He nodded and pointed to the stone road next to him and said, "Go ahead. You can see it if you keep walking. I'll wait for you here."
Lu Zhengkang nodded, unloaded his luggage and gave it to Lanmire to take care of temporarily, and walked up the slope with his ax on his back.
This is a relatively gentle road, located in the saddle between two mountains. There are three teams of carriages and horses on the road. They are all caravans, and each has a mercenary escort. Lu Zhengkang walked close to the roadside and did not get close to them.
Several wealthy businessmen sitting on the carriage were chatting quietly, generally complaining that the group of mages in the Baptismal Fortress were greedy, setting prices too hard, charging a toll, and giving away many good things every time they passed by.
Now that we have peace, we are no longer as good as the bandits of the past.
The troll man listened, and his pace quickened slightly.
Go up to the top of the saddle and look down. On the left hand side, there is a stone fortress looming among the tall cedar trees. It is built against the mountain. It is only quite remnant. There are also many ruins in the wall. Walk forward two or three steps and you will see a stone fortress.
A dead horse lay in the bushes, and the black blood flowed against the red berries, as if death nourished life.
It's like this. Lu Zhengkang can feel the strong aura of undead magic. In the fortress ahead, the troll man walks forward and downhill. On the wooden arrow tower of the fortress stands the corpse of Ancient Nord holding a bow and arrow.
There are also many ghosts on the wall, with ice-blue ghost fires and unscrupulous postures. The necromancers here are not afraid of being sought out by those mad dog-like Standar vigilantes.
But don’t worry, since others won’t kill you, I will!
The troll man's tattoos flashed with light, his body crouched, and he charged.
The menacing monster attracted the attention of a mage on the city wall. He immediately commanded the surrounding corpses to fire arrows to attack. The arrows hissed and pierced Lu Zhengkang's coat mercilessly.
The shield blocked it. The troll simply put aside his cloak and continued running in his slim and thin linen robe.
Within ten seconds, Lu Zhengkang had already approached the wall. He jumped up to the arrow tower, swung his ax and chopped a bow-wielding ghoul into two pieces. He then climbed up the wall and ran towards the mage.
The mage was calm in the face of danger, and raised his hand to release an ice pick. However, when it hit the shield, it shattered and dissipated, and was not even able to stop the troll's menacing attack.
Lu Zhengkang's ax was very merciless, chopping up the mage's armor and cutting him off at the waist. He screamed in agony. At this moment, the entire fortress was alarmed. The gates of the three-story fortress were opened.
Dozens of corpses emerged from every floor, and the necromancers shouted who was seeking death.
Lu Zhengkang chopped the remaining six corpses on the city wall into pieces one by one. He immediately stood on a high place and let out a thunderous roar at the crowd of ghosts and undead. The next moment, a halo of murderous intent unfolded, and it was like thousands of horses in silence, as if covered by thick clouds.
On that day, everyone was fighting and did not dare to move. There was a group of chariot and horse merchants at the gate of the fortress. At this time, they were pissed and fled far away for their lives.
The troll man shouted proudly: "You rats are so timid, how dare you fight me to the death!"
The next second, Lu Zhengkang jumped up high and smashed into the pile of corpses. He slashed with his giant axe, causing countless corpses to scatter like frost flowers.
…
"Hulking", the sound of slow and heavy breathing sounded in the dark fortress.
The walls were covered with moss, a few old animal skins hung on them, and there were several piles of bones in the corners.
This is the defender restaurant of the fortress prison. Eight necromancers have retreated here. The monster has bloodbathed the entire group of mages. Starting from the top of the fortress, they are searching downwards little by little. Among the eight mages, most of them are from the younger generation.
The apprentice is being led by an old mage to retreat towards the secret passage on the other side of the prison.
There was the sound of metal scraping against stone slabs from behind.
Lu Zhengkang chased the mages little by little. He was not in a hurry.
After hacking the corpse blocking the road to death, a mage behind him summoned a frost elemental. The troll struggled with it for a few seconds before cutting off its limbs. The back of the ax slammed into the chest of the frost elemental, shattering its core.
"Not bad summoning spell." The troll man chuckled.
The person left behind was an old Breton man who kept sipping potions that could help him resist the influence of the murderous aura.
"Why did you kill me?"
"You have occupied this fortress. Do you know the name of the leader of the bandits here?"
The old mage narrowed his eyes, "Ha, you are here for revenge, no wonder."
"Answer my question."
"I don't know. They are not worth mentioning. Many of them even escaped. If you look for them, you can still find them."
Lu Zhengkang asked: "Usually necromancers are ruthless people, why did you stay to break up the family?"
Studying corpses and playing with flesh and blood, today's necromancers have a very bad reputation. Although they were once packaged as scientific treatments, the behavior of low-level mages is indeed beyond the endurance of ordinary people.
"It's weird? How about..." The old mage wanted to say more, but the troll suddenly flicked his sleeve, and a silver light flew out. It was the flying swallow in the sleeve, the volley mechanism opened, and the long poison-quenching needle pierced the iron armor.
The mage let out a cry of pain, and was immediately hit in the head by Feiyan in his sleeves. The soul trap was activated, and a stream of blue air surged towards the undead magic ball in Lu Zhengkang's hand.
The troll man walked towards the secret passage, and passed through a warehouse. There was a wooden door, which had been opened at this time. At the end of the secret passage, there was a ladder leading to the outside of the fortress. Lu Zhengkang's sudden arrival scared the last mage who had not escaped and screamed.
.
"Come up! Come on!"
"Leave him alone, let's go!"
Lu Zhengkang did not let anyone go, and those mages who had escaped were also caught up and killed by him to extract their souls.
After wandering around the fortress, Lu Zhengkang finally found a shabby diary in a junk pile on the top floor.
It was written by his mother, Karna, who drank blood.
This book was recorded from the year before last. It contains chores, fortress management, complaints about the husband, and expectations for the children. The content is intermittent. The two articles can be separated by half a month or even two months. It seems that every time
Every time I write something on a whim to vent my feelings.
“Saturday, the 14th of the month of Morning Star, 183
"I've had enough of this idiot Tuliano! Apart from being a manly man in bed, he usually acts like a troll. Damn it, he's worse than a troll! Don't let him kill passers-by. He thinks he's very good.
Is it awesome? Hahaha, I was beaten half to death, I laughed to death!"
"Wednesday, 24th day of dawn, 183rd year
"Perhaps I should find the lord of Winterfort, recruit a fleet, and do some business of my own. There are only a few serious roads from Windhelm to Winterfort, and our Baptismal Fortress occupies the widest one.
Take advantage of it. We can’t let those fools lose their fortune anymore!”
"Tuesday, 30th day of dawn, 183rd year
"My belly is getting bigger and bigger, and I won't be able to wield my sword if this goes on. Whatever happens in the future, leave it to Tuliano. Give birth to the baby soon. Hey! I've long wanted to catch a baby to play with."
, the one I gave birth to was better, and it doesn’t hurt when I fight.”
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Lu Zhengkang squatted on the stone table on the top floor of the fortress, looking at the bright sky.