Lu Zhengkang looked through the map and confirmed that the Altar of Boethia is deep in the Veloti Mountains in the Eastern Territory, at the easternmost point of the sky.
He took out the undead motorcycle and rushed all the way to Windhelm City.
At this time, in Hrothgar's Peak Monastery, two boys looked at the sky with their empty stomachs in their hands.
"Sir! Come back quickly!"
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The second-generation Necrolocomotive is huge and has wheels with a diameter of five feet. It is simply a siege vehicle. The overall shape follows the concept of the first generation. Apart from adding a mechanical core and braking system, there is no technological advancement. However, these changes have made
It is excellent enough to go over mountains and ridges, is flexible and agile, and responds quickly whether starting or braking, and it is no longer rough and brutal.
Lu Zhengkang has no plans to make a third-generation locomotive, because it is completely unnecessary. The most he can do is remove the necromantic module and turn it into a castrated version of the steam locomotive. It has promotion value but is not necessary. Lu Zhengkang is not short of money.
In Lu Zhengkang's mind, the car of the future should be a land fortress or a spaceship. When driving, drive in a larger direction.
In the stables of Windhelm City, on a cold morning, the coachman poured a sip of wine into his mouth and howled, "Is there anyone who wants to give me a ride?" There were only a few pedestrians going to and from the city gate at this moment, most of them were locals, and then there were sailors, and the White River flowed eastward.
Sea, the largest port is in Windhelm City, and the business is very busy, injecting vitality and gold coins into the city. In such a season that can freeze the hot water poured into ice and slap it on the ground, the coachman's business is quite deserted.
A low snow mist spread from the hillside in the distance. The driver blinked and confirmed again and again that the air flow was rushing straight over. Many people along the way exclaimed and shouted "Monster, iron monster!"
Such words.
The stables were soon hit by snow and fog, and the coachman had jumped out of the car, narrowly avoiding the snow. At this time, there were only four or five onlookers around, and everyone stared blankly at the strands of frost and snow settling little by little.
, the draft horse in the stable
Thick fur was covered with thin ice beads, shining with the light of the morning sun. Their eyes were deep and at ease, and they lowered their heads to nibble on the hay in the manger without haste. As the ice mist dispersed, the iron that people had called out earlier was revealed.
Monsters also show their whereabouts.
What a big guy!
It is bigger than the most majestic horses, and the rider is also amazingly strong.
"My friend the coachman, do you know how to get to the Boethiya Altar?" Lu Zhengkang sat on the motorcycle and waved to the driver who looked stunned.
"Are you human...?"
"Of course it's a human, but could it be a ghost?" Lu Zhengkang smiled and patted the handle. There was a faint fire in the eyeholes of the sheep skull. It looked very evil, but also very cool.
After some troublesome and tiring negotiations, Lu Zhengkang learned the specific road. After bidding farewell to the curious onlookers, Lu Zhengkang went up the mountain from the Dunmer Trail, passing two farms on gentle slopes along the way. The fields were bare.
A goat suddenly jumped out of the bushes on the roadside
Later, one of his legs was crushed by a wheel. Lu Zhengkang was quite helpless. This happened many times. Before, some very petite creatures such as rabbits and foxes were smashed by the wheels, causing blood to almost cover the front wheels.
When it was stained, he had to scrape it off with a sword.
After simply treating the leg injury of an unlucky goat that was passing by, Lu Zhengkang unceremoniously took it into the pure land. There was a new member of the flock.
The pure land now has a separate livestock area, with cattle, sheep, rabbits, and chickens, and some freshwater fish are also raised in fish ponds. The previous sea fish were diligently numbered and made into dried fish, pickled fish, etc. The wolves are now very lazy.
They all looked like pigs, losing all their wildness and turning into a bunch of silly dogs. The changes were so drastic that people couldn't help but smile.
The sun was about to come out. After driving for a long time, there was a gloomy sky above our heads. To the right were rugged mountains, and to the left was a wide, deserted mountain plain. The scenery made people feel depressing. Windhelm City always had this kind of weather and climate.
The dampness and cold make people feel bone-chilling.
At this time, a brightly lit wooden house appeared on the hillside, with a lot of firewood piled in front of the door, and a strong man chopping firewood. It was a tavern, and faint chatter and laughter came, as if it had a sweet and warm atmosphere.
How comfortable would it be if we could go in and have a drink when it's so cold?
The man who was chopping firewood raised his hand to his eyes and looked around for a while before saying hello to the rider. It happened that Lu Zhengkang was tired after driving all night, so he took advantage of the situation and stopped the car. The flame in the sheep's head was extinguished and the dead soul fell silent.
This is considered locked.
Entering the tavern, there were not many guests, only twos and threes. Lu Zhengkang had breakfast and asked for a room to sleep for a long time. Halfway through his sleep, he found someone touching his pocket.
He was a hooded thief. Seeing Lu Zhengkang wake up, he immediately threatened: "You'd better not...ah!"
Whichever hand stole something, he broke it. The troll broke the thief's arm and threw him out of the room.
The next moment, a group of robbers with knives and swords rushed in. It turned out to be the group of customers. It turned out that this was a black shop that was waiting for rabbits. There was also a Brighton woman who was a half-hearted magician. She raised her hand and rubbed a lightning bolt to try to kill Lu Zhengkang.
Killed.
Half an hour later, Lu Zhengkang came out of the store, got on his car, and continued on his way.
The number reaches seventy-one.
After driving for almost half an hour, the altitude gradually increased, and a collapsed tower appeared on the roadside. There was a group of direwolves inside. They whined twice, but in the end they did not dare to attack the trolls.
This tower was built by refugees from Morrowind. There were colorful flags hanging on the outer walls. Lu Zhengkang had no intention of admiring the ruins. He had to get out of the car when he saw this tower. According to the coachman, there was a trail going up the mountain nearby.
All the way up.
Lu Zhengkang walked for nearly two hours, and finally heard a faint cry of killing. After walking for another hour, he finally saw someone.
Open-air altar in Boethea.
The terrifying statue standing on the cliff is tall and terrifying. A flat area on the roadside is a gathering place for believers.
The believers wore ragged and simple clothes and fought in a fenced enclosure.
Several bandaged believers were watching the battle. A female orc greeted the outsider Lu Zhengkang, "Hey! You, are you also here to accept Boethia's trial?"
The troll man took off his cloak, untied his turban, revealed his third eye, and slowly raised the soul-catching sword in his hand.
"Follow the instructions of Hircine, the great god of hunting," Lu Zhengkang said slowly and forcefully, "I will use your blood to pave the way to the grandest killing feast!"
The next moment, the cold light flashes!
The female orc lay back to avoid the blade. The two people next to her were not so lucky. Their waists and abdomens were cut by the blade. They soon lost their lives and their souls were extracted and placed in Lu Zhengkang's waist.
In the soul stone.
"Divine armor, divine weapons, divine power!"
God descends to earth!
A green ball of air rushed out and enveloped the whole place, and everyone was shocked by fear.
Halo of murderous intent!
A bloodthirsty killer whale rushed into the bloody hunting ground. Those believers who used pain to please Boethia were twisted in madness and died in madness!
Three minutes later, Lu Zhengkang was left on the field.
Hircine's joyful laughter came faintly in the wind, and the statue of Boethia suddenly shook. The thick clouds in the sky were torn open into a deep hole, and a pair of vicious snake eyes stared at Lu Zhengkang from behind the clouds.
The trolls looked at each other indifferently.
After a long time, the snake eyes disappeared.
Chapter completed!