After listening to the maintenance bug's adventure story, Serana smacked her lips, feeling a little unfinished.
"So the bug became a new god? Like those star orphans? Wow, now that I think about it, the plot of your story is actually an adaptation of various mythological stories."
Lu Zhengkang argued, "No, I really didn't think about this at the time. Don't force this story to match your own knowledge. It would seem too coincidental."
After they chatted and argued for a while, Serana suddenly yawned. She said she was a little sleepy. As she spoke, she stepped on the table and flew through the air as lightly as catkins picked up by the breeze.
She crossed Lu Zhengkang's head and threw herself on the bed with a skillful gesture. Serana rolled up the quilt, squinted her eyes and said softly: "Ah, I'm going to sleep, good night, honey."
Lu Zhengkang felt a little bored. There was a song "opus 37" playing in the eleven-tone copper umbrella. It was a soft and cool piano music that had accompanied him to sleep on countless nights. Lu Zhengkang blew out the ram's horn lamp on the table, and the room was filled with quilts.
Surrounded by warm darkness, Serana let out a peaceful sigh, like a well-fed and comfortable kitten. She tried to wrap herself tightly in the quilt, and her face was shimmering with a layer of light, like Secunda's eternal gaze for thousands of years.
Lu Zhengkang came to the bedside and whispered in Serana's ear: "I'm going out for a walk. I'll leave the umbrella here. Just sleep well, okay?"
"Well, I know..." Serana pretended to be cute and suddenly opened her eyes. Her bright eyes made Lu Zhengkang dazzle. The vampire stretched out his hand and grabbed the troll man's nose, "Remember to look at those beautiful girls when you see them.
You are thinking of me! Huh?"
Lu Zhengkang replied angrily, "Of course, of course, go to sleep."
Serana retracted her fingers and closed her eyes again. Lu Zhengkang gently touched her chest, her heart beating rapidly. This feeling...
At that snowy train station, Lu Zhengkang hugged the girl from behind. When Lu Zhengkang turned around, the girl's face seemed to be covered with mist. If he looked carefully, it was Serana's face.
"I'll definitely be thinking of you."
Lu Zhengkang went out. Their room was on the second floor. As soon as he walked out of the soundproof room, the laughter downstairs almost knocked him over.
A Brighton bard was playing the piano and singing, and the guests were clapping and making time for him. The sound of changing glasses was like rapidly rotating dice, and the strong smell of wine and food were burned by the hot flames in the fire pit.
Hot, filling every tiny gap in the tavern. In the golden firelight, the Nords' hair was shiny, and the high elves and
The skin of the wood elves is shiny, the scales of the Argonians are shiny, the eyes of the Bretons are shiny, the scalps of the orcs are shiny, and the Khajiits are like a ball of comfortable fur in the sun, red.
The Guardians and Dark Elves acted as shadows. If they hadn't been wearing clothes, people might not have noticed their presence around them.
Lu Zhengkang walked through the crowd, greeted the enthusiastic boss, and then opened the door and walked onto the snowy night street.
The moonlight is bright, and the guards are patrolling along the streets with torches like flaming snakes. Young people will hang out with candle lanterns on nights like this. The crowd on the side of the golden tree is denser, and you can hear it from a distance.
A man was preaching loudly.
"Oh! Great Ismir, dragon of the north, we honor your holy name and call you the Holy Spirit, great Talos..."
Lu Zhengkang was attracted by this high-pitched and passionate voice. Next to the golden tree, there was a twenty-six-foot-tall bronze statue of Talos. This god of war was holding a long sword and stepping on a giant snake, overlooking the world with a majestic demeanor.
A man wearing a brown and yellow priest's robe raised his arms in a gesture of embracing the sky, and uttered high-intensity words of praise.
Lu Zhengkang stood behind the priest and watched for a while. The Talos statue under the moonlight was even more different than it was during the day. The mottled rust was like the moss of history and covered the gaps in the armor, as if there was a strong vitality in the statue.
Shuttle within.
The priest who was praising God's grace had a surge of energy in his body, resonating with the statue of the god, making the onlookers feel the soul trembling like a war drum.
A young man's voice came from beside Lu Zhengkang, "This man is very interesting." He spoke Nordic with a very formal accent.
Lu Zhengkang was startled. He didn't notice the person coming. He turned around and saw an ebony-armored warrior whose height was almost as tall as the troll man.
"Who are you?"
Ebony Warrior: "I am a person who pursues challenges. I think you are very powerful. I hope you can have a duel with me. You know, how about one standing and the other lying down?"
This man spoke with a steady tone, simple and straightforward words, and a sense of confidence that rushed to his face. He was wearing airtight ebony heavy armor, and his stature was ridiculously tall. He gave people the impression that he was like a mountain and an iron wall.
Lu Zhengkang was very fond of his demeanor as a stock trader.
"It couldn't be better. You decide the time and place." The troll grinned, and the white sharp teeth reflected the moonlight, like a cold blade against the human throat, making people shudder.
"Three days later, when Secunda rises from the peak of Hrothgar, I will wait for you in the Shadowwind Basin outside the city." After the Ebony Warrior finished speaking, he turned and left, and his tall figure disappeared into the crowd holding lanterns in the night.
Like a dark cloud flying into the stars, it disappears in the blink of an eye.
Lu Zhengkang took a deep breath, clenched his fist, then let go, and clenched his fist again.
That person is different.
Unlike anyone I have seen before, not even the champion warrior of Boethia can compare with him. He is too strong, his mind soars to the sky, as if he has penetrated Mendas, high above, overlooking the world, Lu Zhengkang looks back at that
The statue of Talos, the statue's eyes are blank and lifeless, but the posture is exactly the same.
"Brother Ebony, who are you?" Lu Zhengkang murmured. He knew that the Ebony Warrior might encounter him when his character reaches level 80 in the game, and then he would be challenged.
It will be a hearty and hard battle.
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Jonas found that all his friends were nervous recently.
All of them either hunched over and peered around, or laughed strangely from time to time, and some were bitter and resentful. Although everyone is not normal at ordinary times, for a scholar who studies magic, it is very strange for a magical power to affect the mind.
It's common, but it's very weird for a group of people to be so concentrated that something unusual happens.
He went to Mentor Farauda to report the situation, but the high elf female mage said everything was normal, and told him to focus on nothing else and understand the profound ways of the elements.
Speaking of the way of the elements, Jonas was so angry that he frantically studied the words in the book for the past two days, but he had no clue. He went to the orc old man in the library for advice, and was ridiculed mercilessly by this guy.
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"Hahaha, you are really stupid. I have never seen an apprentice with such a poor understanding! How can other people enter the treasure mountain and get nothing like you..."
Jonas frowned, "Others? Many?"
"Of course, there are one or two every year. "Elemental Power" is not just for seeing with your eyes, but also for listening to with your ears!"
Jonas recalled the note in the dictionary: "This is just a joke of unscrupulous teachers."
The gentle and encouraging gaze of instructor Farauda was still fresh in his memory. The boy shook his head. How could it be a joke by the instructors? This was a test. It seemed that he still needed to work harder!
