Lu Zhengkang slowly sipped the healing potion, quenching his thirst and healing the wounds on his waist and abdomen.
That orc warrior was not weak, but he just missed a move and died quickly.
Here, Lu Zhengkang is ready to stay for a long time. The blood competition of the ten tribes is an ancient ritual, but the world knows very little about it. After all, there are not many people who can come in and get out. Now it is just a long elimination match.
The decisive battle where the bayonet will see red is not yet approaching.
Everyone is wandering in Snake Mountain. No one knows where the attack will come from or when. Either the human sense of morality has been eliminated during the long hunt, or they are gradually going crazy in fear, or the weapon is getting sharper and sharper.
The sword, until its edge is revealed, pierces the chests of thousands of enemies.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the thick clouds gradually dispersed, and a huge eye-shaped vortex was vaguely visible in the sky behind the clouds. Pieces of red light clouds rushed clockwise towards the center, converging into a black vortex on the edge of the eye.
Thick lines, roughly the shape of an eyeball
The full fusiform shape, the exposed part can be seen, the surface is gray, as if it is a layer of cornea, with bright purple lightning slowly growing, like blood streaks suddenly appearing, spreading out like a branch, and then suddenly disappearing
, over and over again, endlessly, silently.
At this moment, long snakes poked their heads out of the deep scars on the earth. The gaze behind the clouds was a very light, almost moonlight light, which shone down in bunches due to the division of clouds.
It has a pure glass texture. Although it gives people a soothing and beautiful artistic conception, it will inevitably highlight the fear of drowning in such light.
There are infinite numbers and types of long snakes stretching out, spitting out messages, or shaking their heads. In the brilliance, the reflection of their scales dims, the nictitating membrane blinks, and the pupils flicker, flickering on and off, except for the sinister metaphor of killing.
In addition, there may also be a simple temperament of the weak and the strong.
There was a sharp scream in the distance, followed by a thunderstorm. The violent noise lasted for about forty seconds before everything returned to silence.
Lu Zhengkang stood on the edge of a light beam and gently reached out his hand. The bright light shone on his hand, like the sunlight on a midsummer afternoon. For a moment, he dazzled his eyes and saw in a trance that his hand was covered with blue scales.
Take your hand back.
The manic metal rock music suddenly sounded in my ears. It had already passed the climax, began to calm down and slowly disappeared.
Lu Zhengkang looked at his hands again. There was a thin layer of dead skin that could be easily pulled off.
It seems that he has forgotten that as a period of time passes, this light will slowly turn foreign creatures into snakes and cannot be touched. Looking around, he saw large and small light pillars projected on the ground, and countless long snakes surged in the shadows of the cracks.
The blood race begins!
Yes, this light is a sign. The winner must be decided before the clouds completely dissipate, otherwise everyone will be left here!
Lu Zhengkang found a wide and dark place and ran there.
On the way, we passed some abandoned towers. Most of these towers are solid, with stone walls inside the doors and windows. Of course, some are hollow. As Lu Zhengkang walked in the tower forest, snakes would attack from time to time, or bite like lightning.
, or spray deadly corrosive venom, or release some spell-like abilities, which are very difficult to deal with.
Lu Zhengkang had the intention to hide in the tower. After all, this was a safe escape route. After spending a long time to clean up the basilisk, the tower shook and began to shrink like hollow bamboo joints. They closed one after another, and the floor and ceiling kept getting closer.
No wonder some towers are solid, no wonder.
Trying to imprison the snakes will cause them to resist fiercely, and then they will die one after another and turn into stone statues. The tower will still be closed. This is a certain rule.
Lu Zhengkang left the high tower group and continued deep into the shadows. The light beams were thrown down in confusion, and the black earth became more and more fragmented. The abyss was death, and the light was death. Only the flat shadow land was alive, like a broken island in the sea.
Like, it's such a dangerous place.
There was a greeting from behind. Lu Zhengkang looked around and saw no one. The greeting came again and it sounded like it was a young man.
Someone must be using the phantom sound technique, but I'm still hiding it.
"Come on! I found a way out!"
"To your left, see the tower on the horizon? I'm right there."
Lu Zhengkang looked at the so-called horizon on the left. There were many light beams there and there was very little room for a foothold. It was not a wise place to go.
From a distance, I seemed to see someone rushing towards the tall tower. The person kept passing through the light beam, seemingly without any impact.
Lu Zhengkang felt bad for that man, because later on, his body expanded, breaking through the tight armor on his body. After using the eagle eye surgery on himself, Lu Zhengkang took a closer look and ran in the distance.
The man fell down and his legs turned into long strips swinging on the ground behind him. Soon, he became it, holding his head high and sliding into the cracks in the ground.
It seems that blocking the light does not work, or in other words, simple blocking method is ineffective.
Lu Zhengkang had no choice but to continue going deep into the shadows.
The earth suddenly shook, and the pupils of the sky's eyes shot out scarlet light, piercing the clouds and breaking the earth. Then, a long and narrow tower rose little by little, and a huge rumbling sound echoed around. Lu Zhengkang felt his head and the ground
The vibration resonated, and the violent shaking made him very uncomfortable.
The tower stands vertically, reaching deep into the clouds.
This seemed to be a tower made of bones. The white grease reflected the light very evilly. The shape was very strange, the surface was smooth, and there were many carved lines. Lu Zhengkang used his eagle eye to look at it and found that it recorded many killings and betrayals.
The story turns out to be a merit-recording pillar, not a tower!
That red beam of light is attracting all outsiders.
The decisive battle is about to begin.
…
When Lu Zhengkang arrived at the edge of the light pillar, two people had already decided the winner. A high elf magic swordsman wearing dark gold elf armor kicked the body of an Argonian into the light pillar. Lu Zhengkang saw with his own eyes the Argonian's body.
The corpse turned into an illusory blood shadow and flew into the merit column, turning into an inconspicuous sculpture in a corner, including the appearance of death and the cause of death.
"Disgusting low-level creatures, here comes another stupid Nord brat." The high elf magic swordsman shook the blue-white glass sword in his right hand, and dark black blood drops splashed to the ground. He expressed his heartfelt condolences to Lu Zhengkang.
Feeling disgusted, a ball of light green magic energy lit up in his left hand. It was an iron armor spell. He threw it at himself, and the high elf's body surface was coated with a beautiful green light film.
Lu Zhengkang raised the giant ebony sword and grinned.
"Divine armor, divine weapons, divine power!"
The originally short boy suddenly swelled to six feet tall, his muscles tensed, his veins popped out, and the thick light armor he wore rushed towards him like a train, and the ground trembled faintly.
"Die!"
Swing your sword with great energy!
The secret secret of Zhujian Villa is the giant Qianjun sword!