Chapter two hundred and eighty eighth individual efforts
It was a cold rainy night.
The torrential rain has been pouring for two days and three nights, and there is no intention of stopping for the time being.
The day is also gloomy, but the sun will eventually rise little by little behind the clouds, unstoppable, just like the logic of the world recognized by Jonas. The sun comes, bringing light, hope, heat, and new life.
Even if it is obscured by rain clouds, there will still be unyielding light shining on the land that silently endures the shadows.
Jonas gently opened the thin soil on the grave and emerged from the ground. There was no one around him. He stood upright, bathing in the cold rain, and the mud on his body was washed away bit by bit.
An Argonian slave from the Black Marsh in the southeastern corner of Tamriel told Jonas some tips on how to make a simple paralyzing poison.
Five hours ago, the unbearable slaves rioted collectively and were quickly suppressed. The living were returned to their cages, and the bodies of the dead were buried in the wasteland outside the winery. Jonas drank paralyzing poison and inscribed himself
There were several cuts, and they were lying in a pile of corpses, dead together.
The sun rose and he was reborn.
The rain washed away some soil, revealing some pale bodies without even a piece of clothing to cover them. How did they come to this world and how did they return to nature.
Jonas blessed their souls just as the good Argonian blessed his life. He was a man given hope, so he survived.
"You see, for lowly beings like us, life is so precious that we are even willing to play with death for it."
He chuckled, "Weak!"
"Don't you know what death is like?"
"On the contrary, I have seen many vile microorganisms die under my claws."
"What was your past like?"
"You don't deserve to know."
"You still refuse to let me get to know you?"
"..." After a long silence, he suddenly sighed irritably, "Hurry up, time is running out."
Jonas went to the capital city, and he remembered that city, Markarth.
Before going there, he had two wishes, one was to find guards to rescue the slaves in the winery, and the other was to find his lost mother.
He didn't finish any of them.
This is a cold stone city, and the people inside are cold and devoid of kindness.
When he asked the guards for help, he was warned not to be meddlesome, and when he asked the residents, they responded lazily and perfunctorily.
Jonas has never felt such a huge frustration. What's funny is that when he was trekking alone in the wilderness, his full hope gave him infinite strength. But after entering the town where humans gathered, all his strength was wiped out bit by bit.
Got some time.
He said angrily: "Shameful! No honor!" This was rebuking the guard.
"I remember very clearly that I died once in order to live and took risks so that more people could live. However, I found that everything was just wishful thinking on my part."
No more words, just a secret surge of anger.
Jonas escaped from Markas because he saw the slave trader. He didn't know when he could come back, but he knew that this matter would never disappear from his heart. This was his own revenge.
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Asked: "Do you want revenge."
"certainly."
"I also think, you see, this is what we have in common. As long as you entrust your body to me, I can kill the slave trader and get your female elders back."
"That's my mother."
"To me, your social relationship is meaningless. How about you just nod and agree..."
"This is my revenge, you understand? Mine."
"Hehehe, is there any difference between us?"
"Yes. And it's big."
"I thought that after sharing the joys and sorrows for so long, we had become very close."
"Sharing joys and sorrows? No, as you said, you are a dragon, I am a human, my life is like grass on the ground, and your life is more precious than gold. When you publish your long speech, I am
I have no interest in it, and when I talked about my own feelings, you were dismissive. Yes, we are very different."
"So are you going to surrender, mortal?"
He chuckled twice, then roared angrily to vent his anger, and everyone fell silent.
…
Lu Zhengkang held the rune dictionary and studied how to read the internal information.
After he moved the entire Tower of Zak, he also took the time to peek at the Elder Scrolls. The method of reading the Codex is still unknown, and Septim is silently asleep. Lu Zhengkang had no choice but to study it on his own, just like playing with it.
Like a Rubik's Cube.
There are special patterns on the surface of the Fangdian. After concentration, you can inject mental power into the interior of the Fangdian along the patterns, but a specific order is required, otherwise the information you perceive will be meaningless garbled images.
He sat in the darkness beside the bed and tried to interpret it repeatedly. As expected, he failed again and again.
Dilo was sleeping on the stone bed behind Lu Zhengkang. He didn't sleep well. He talked a lot in his sleep in the first half of the night and woke up once. He also tried to sleepwalk to visit Jonas in the courtyard, but was stopped by Lu Zhengkang.
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It's late at night.
Di Luo opened his eyes and looked at Lu Zhengkang's blurry back, "Is Jonah really okay?"
"He's fine. If you don't sleep, something will happen... I'll go check on him. You can go to sleep."
It was extremely cold in the courtyard. Lu Zhengkang came to the place where Dragon Soul Jonas was alive. He originally lowered his head. After hearing the footsteps, he slowly raised his head. In the night, his eyes were like burning fire.
"Well..." He said something vaguely.
The Brighton boy's body was trembling and his face turned blue. When Lu Zhengkang saw the boy's current appearance, it was impossible not to feel guilty.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
Dragon Soul Jonas narrowed his eyes slightly and was extremely sarcastic.
Lu Zhengkang felt huge frustration. Yes, sometimes misfortunes come one after another.
Dragon Soul Jonas was afraid of death, but he also knew clearly that Lu Zhengkang was the passive one.
Golden life magic energy was continuously injected into Jonas's body, and his complexion immediately improved, and the sarcasm in his eyes became clearer.
The troll did not stop releasing healing spells and looked at each other calmly.
Jonas, don't let me down.
…
Four graybeards quietly climbed the mountain road in the night.
They could not persuade Lu Zhengkang to change his mind, but they had their own methods.
The mountain road was rugged and windy. Several goats jumped on the almost vertical rock wall, like elves of the mountain. But they were not after all. An old goat lost its footing and fell into the sea of clouds. The panicked screams disappeared little by little, and the sound of the wind disappeared.
Still noisy.
The Masters reach the top of Hrothgar's Peak.
At the Throat of the World, under the dome, the stars and moon in the sky were extremely brilliant. A huge black shadow traveled among the stars, and then swooped down and landed on the wide flat ground.
The aging gray body has battle scars as rugged as a rock wall carved with achievements. The bright light diffuses on the scales of the body. He tilts his head and raises his head in an unruly posture.