Under the scarlet sky, two warriors running wildly, with giant swords and ferocious maces, crossed each other, turned around, and received blows.
Heart of Thorns could not withstand the heavy blow and was staggered. After Lu Zhengkang used the power of the gods to descend to earth, his strength was as strong as that of a giant and was invincible.
Lu Zhengkang stared carefully into Heart of Thorns' eyes. His pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip. It was hard to imagine what kind of vision he was seeing now. His eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, which seemed like a precursor to madness.
Sure enough, after the thorn fruits in his chest made a muffled sound like a drum, a strong wind suddenly appeared on the surface of the Heart of Thorns. He waved the mace in both hands in the wind, creating a cruel whirlpool of thorns, with a momentum like the breath of a tsunami. Lu Zhengkang
They didn't dare to attack directly, so they retreated and jumped ten steps.
Standing in the distance, the whirlpool of thorns was moving at a high speed. Lu Zhengkang did not hesitate and took a gentle breath.
The next second, "Winter, furious wind, ice and snow!"
Homemade bitter frost waterfall.
In an instant, a huge amount of frost air spurted out, and the ground along the way turned into an icy blue. The dancing vortex of the Heart of Thorns was constantly breaking the ice and ice blades in the breath. However, the low temperature and water vapor were pervasive, and the warrior's body was
Frost and snow were attached to his watch bit by bit, and soon, as his speed became slower and slower, he could no longer turn. He froze into a cross-shaped lump of ice and fell to the ground.
Heart of Thorns is not dead. Even though Lu Zhengkang's breath can break steel, he is still not dead. His gradually reddening skin and violently beating heart can even be seen through the ice.
Lu Zhengkang quickly stepped forward, grabbed his leg, swung it around twice, and threw it into the bloody beam of light.
The Heart of Thorns quickly turned into a blood shadow, broke through the ice, and flew into the merit recording pillar.
Lu Zhengkang has killed four players in total, orcs, high elves, rogues, and Bretons. The high elves have killed at least one. Heart of Thorns has a Khajiit head and an Imperial man's head hanging on his waist.
I saw someone running into a beam of light before and turned into a snake, so that counts as one.
There is only one enemy left on the field now.
Lu Zhengkang sat calmly next to the red light pillar and waited. This was the area with the thickest shadows. The end of the field had been completely enveloped by light, and scattered light pillars were scattered everywhere.
After almost two hours, Lu Zhengkang looked at the transparent light beams getting closer and closer around him, and his heart became heavy.
Death is getting closer and closer, but the remaining opponents still haven't appeared.
Lu Zhengkang was caught between the two light pillars. Slowly, there was no place for him to stand.
He tilted his head sideways and lowered his head to see the transparent light shining on the tip of his toes, which made him feel numb like a hot spring and a terrifying feeling of his body melting.
Lu Zhengkang sighed and was about to hide in the Pure Land. Suddenly, the red light beam behind him disappeared.
He hurriedly retreated, and when he looked up again, the clouds had disappeared, and the huge pupils were staring directly at him.
Boethiah's whisper sounded, "What a satisfying battle, a roar master, rare. Mortal, you have my approval! Now, say your prayer."
Lu Zhengkang thought for a moment and asked, "I hope to know an answer."
"You want to get knowledge from me? I'm afraid that won't work. I'm not Mora, and I don't pursue hidden knowledge."
When Lu Zhengkang heard this answer, he couldn't help but become suspicious. Originally, he thought that this blood match was the fateful opportunity that Ding Ya said, but now it seems that this is not the case. In order to confirm this, he told the revelation
Once again, Boethiah really didn't take it seriously and just asked him to change his prayer.
After a period of depression, there was a period of rejoicing. After all, Lu Zhengkang was not ready for his mother to leave. He was afraid that Jiaerna would be obsessed with the pain of reincarnation, and he was also afraid that he had not fulfilled his filial piety. Difficulties in the world are always irreversible.
Quan, now Jia Erna is a lonely ghost in the world, Lu Zhengkang knows that every day that drags on, his mother will suffer more.
Lu Zhengkang secretly told himself that it was time to put an end to all this, and just try it if you have any ideas.
After letting go of his worries, he suddenly felt a little relaxed and said to Boethia: "I still have a question."
"It doesn't matter if you keep pestering me, just ask. This is your last chance. If you ask more nonsense, you can get out!"
"What is the ultimate answer to this world?"
Boethiya fell silent, the eyes in the sky slowly closed, and Snake Mountain fell into deep darkness.
In such a shadow, Lu Zhengkang could hear his own heart beating very fast, which was even faster than he had expected.
"Ultimate... Man cannot know it, nor can God. We can only seek that path... If we are not careful, we will end up in it. The world is human, and human beings are also the world."
Lu Zhengkang frowned, the world is people, people are also the world, this sentence has too many implications.
At this time, the merit recording pillar slowly sank into the ground, and an abyss appeared on the earth.
"It's time for you to go." Boethia's voice was as low as ever, as if he had been submerged in water little by little, making no sound.
Lu Zhengkang walked to the edge of the abyss and saw the snake wall in the depths.
Take a leap.
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At the open-air altar of Boethia, a bloody door of annihilation appeared, and Lu Zhengkang jumped out of it.
This place was slaughtered by him not long ago. At this time, the mountain breeze was silent, and it had a rather empty and distant atmosphere for a while. In addition, the devil sculpture was wild and primitive, and the distant mountains and fields were undulating. The great skylight and scenery were really compared to Snake Mountain.
Like a fairyland.
Lu Zhengkang used the troll transformation again. Without the suppression of the devil, it was indeed a success. After getting used to the tall body, it was quite inconvenient to be in the human form.
At this time, a wild wolf with antlers slowly walked up the steps of the altar. Lu Zhengkang knew that it was Hircine. After killing the antlered wolf with his sword, an illusory soul emerged from it.
"It's so wonderful! My family, your killing deserves to be rewarded. Say your prayers!"
Lu Zhengkang bowed slightly to Hircine, and then repeated Mara's revelation. Hircine, without thinking, told him to go find the Daughter of Cold Harbor. After learning this accurate news, Lu Zhengkang also confirmed his guess.
Hircine asked him what else he wanted, but he was more generous than Boethiah.
Lu Zhengkang asked for knowledge of necromancy. Hircine regretted that he was not good at this field, so he gave Lu Zhengkang some spell books of ancient necromancers that he had collected.
After Hircine distributed the rewards, he encouraged Lu Zhengkang a few words, telling him not to forget the wildness in his heart and kill as much as he wanted, which would also expand the bloodline of the trolls.
Lu Zhengkang just listened and did not promise anything. A minute later, the content of Hircine's words began to be repeated. He realized that it was six minutes later. He smacked his lips with unfinished words and slowly dissipated in the air.