Lu Zhengkang was falling rapidly in the chaotic passage of annihilation, surrounded by twisted blood-colored shadows. They intertwined into huge outlines of horror and sadness. The overlapping outlines were like a network of scattered longitude and latitude. Everything was still hidden in the untouchable depths.
Only the occasional glimpse that surfaced from the water, the sparkling reflection, the gray sight, and everything else spoke of something ominous, as if implying violence, massacre, betrayal, and death.
Crazy whispers sounded in Lu Zhengkang's ears, which were composed of a layer of calm orchestral music, a layer of violent noises, and between the two tunes, there was a faint, half-disappearing sound of cold water drops.
The order of the world already contains the seeds of destruction, and all these tragedies are just meaningless waves of fate.
That's it, Lu Zhengkang felt the tune becoming more and more exciting, and the grand battle was approaching. It was Boethia's invitation, and no one could refuse it. Similarly, behind the disaster, there would be reward from the devil as long as he could survive.
Falling, he saw a twisted gray-red snake wall at the end of the passage. He hit it and was shattered to pieces!
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Still water flows deep.
Flesh, flesh and bones were devoured bit by bit by the greedy snakes, with the sounds of scales rubbing together, the sounds of swallowing, hissing, and countless snakes singing blasphemous songs.
Soon, everything calmed down.
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Lu Zhengkang's consciousness gradually regained consciousness.
What a unique dream. He twisted his neck and looked around. Behind the gray clouds, there was a faint light of blood. There was a faint rotten smell in the air. The earth was dark and cracked as if it had been burned.
The turtle shell is undulating and has many depressions and cracks.
Black towers with chaotic shapes were sparsely distributed in groups in all directions. Lu Zhengkang looked carefully. There was a delicate oily sheen on the surface of these towers. Some of the towers had huge snake-shaped sculptures wrapped around their outer edges.
There are many types, as if they come from different eras, some have simple lines, and some are lifelike.
In general, these towers look like broken ruins, which do not give people a sense of civilized order. Rather, they look like messy scenes left after the evil god's terrifying festival, with countless godless bodies lying dormant.
Lu Zhengkang waited for a while. The auditory hallucinations in his ears gradually faded away, and a familiar voice sounded.
"We meet again, bold mortal. I said that you will be pulled into my snake mountain and participate in the most painful trial of hell. Now, my promise has been fulfilled, in a way that you are not willing to accept, haha
Haha, as arrogant as you are, leaving Akatosh's dragon fire barrier is like a chick walking into a storm, can you still maintain your posture? Hehehehahaha!"
Lu Zhengkang lightly clenched his right hand and said nothing.
Boethia said with malice: "Mortal, you will participate in the blood race as a Nord. If you can win, you can get a reward. If you can't, then leave the body and I will resurrect you.
As a dependent, and then assign you to kill all the useless followers of Hircine, what do you think?"
Lu Zhengkang nodded, "I hope you will keep your word."
Boethia laughed, his voice high and harsh, "Great! Great! Keep your faith, because the higher the flowers are, the more beautiful they bloom!"
After whispering and retreating, Lu Zhengkang suddenly felt a huge force coming from all directions and seeping into his body. First there was a huge squeezing feeling, and then there was a depressing feeling of suffocation.
The troll transformation was forcibly cancelled, and Lu Zhengkang was squeezed into a human form. Once he tried to transform again, huge pressure would come instantly, making the transformation impossible.
A five-foot-tall Nord boy, this is his current form. This is what Boethia meant by participating in the battle as a Nord.
Lu Zhengkang waved his fist.
The results of the hard work are still there, but without the solid foundation of the troll body, the effect has diminished. Originally, the trolls had skin as strong as iron and bones as strong as steel, and could resist being slashed by swords, but now they can no longer do so. Although their skin is as tough as
Thick glue, but will be scratched by stainless steel blades.
In addition, the enchanted tattoo is distorted due to the change in body shape, and cannot be activated except for underwater breathing.
Lu Zhengkang thought for a while, waved his hand and took out the Little Boy mecha from the Pure Land. Suddenly, Boethia's surprise came to his ears, "Exquisite creation, how did it appear? However, I don't intend to let you use these.
Cheating, hahaha!"
The ground under the little boy's feet suddenly cracked, and a giant python opened its mouth to devour the mecha, but Lu Zhengkang waved his hand again and took the mecha back.
Boethiah said nothing.
Lu Zhengkang sighed. The Pure Land is very safe. Even the Demon God cannot peek into it. Even if he loses the blood race, he can choose to hide back in the Pure Land. His life will not be in danger. However, that means being trapped in
Snake Mountain.
He is not alone, the responsibility on him tells him
Must win!
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After walking on Snake Mountain for a long time, Lu Zhengkang clung to the edge of a huge crack and slowly moved towards the towers in the distance.
The venue for the blood competition among the ten tribes is the entire Snake Mountain area. If you kill anyone you meet, there will be no mistake.
At the end of the horizon, a small figure walked out of a tower, like a sesame seed, swaying, and it was unclear whether it was approaching or wandering in place. Lu Zhengkang also walked towards that person.
The clothes he was wearing were prepared for Jonas. They were a little too long and a little tight. They were not very comfortable to wear. There was also a cloak with many sleeves flying swallows hidden in the hidden pockets. There was a slender hand tied to his back.
The giant sword is four and a half feet long and one and a half inches wide. It has an oval cross-section and is half an inch thick at the spine. It is made of ebony and has a simple shape. It is densely covered with bright gray patterns and is mysterious and beautiful. It weighs one hundred and thirteen pounds and can split a person in two.
Half never needs a second hit.
Speaking of which, these ebony were contributed by the corpses in Fulu Tumulus, which is quite commemorative.
As the top Daedra king, Boethia's territory is also surprisingly large, comparable to a small land mass. Lu Zhengkang and the man on the horizon approached each other, and they walked for about twenty minutes before they could slightly see the clear outlines of both sides.
.
It was an orc, shirtless and bare-chested, with long, thick black hair tied in many braids. He held a long knife in each hand and walked steadily.
After walking for another twenty minutes, it was like a transparent rope was pulling the two people closer. The closer they got, the tighter they became. The two sides looked at each other. The orc warrior's eyes were cold, not because Lu Zhengkang was a child.
There is half a moment of hesitation. Such a person must be unstoppable in his sword skills.
Getting closer and closer, both sides started walking slowly, then walking quickly, then running, and then sprinting!
Lu Zhengkang drew out his giant sword, and the orc raised his two swords.
The cold light shines like the moon!
In an instant, they crossed paths, with their backs to each other.
One second, two seconds.
Lu Zhengkang put away his giant sword.
The two mutilated corpses of the orc fell to the ground, scattering humble dust.
