Chapter 231

Lu Zhengkang looked at his mission log and decided to go to the human activity spot at the pass of the Western tundra mountains.

In the early days, the activities of the wolves deliberately avoided that place, because there were a lot of people coming and going there, but now they have to go to see it. Because it is too close to the rest place of the wolves, it is very likely that this strange and non-human group will be found by wandering human beings.

Before daybreak, the troll approached the human activity site early and squatted behind a low mound. His snow-white hair blended with the environment, like a Polish sniper. The wolves wandered aimlessly. After eating and drinking enough, they became very lazy. Jonas was pooping for a long time, and then he came slowly, squatting beside Lu Zhengkang.

There is a downward cave at the pass of the mountain in front of them. In the distance, a group of Nord men with pickaxes, swords and axes are walking slowly along the snowy stone path at the foot of the mountain. They are whistling and singing in different tones, but their voices can not hide their low and tired voice.

Jonas also hummed along. Lu Zhengkang glanced at him and saw the human. Didn't the boy want to escape from the troll?

In fact, Jonas seems determined to follow the troll.

Lu Zhengkang marked this place as a Western tundra mine in the map, then left it alone and got up to leave.

A few miners who looked at them casually peeped at the undulating back of the snow in the distance, blinked, and then saw only the ancient snowflakes flying in the sky.

They joked with each other that they would come to you tonight when they saw the ghost who was dying. However, some people are worried about the impact on the surrounding security.

In a word, it's a new topic. It's just a bit old-fashioned, because there are so many strange things in the wild that people are quite numb to it.

[task: explore the surrounding]

Task 1 (completed): explore the human activity sites in the pass of Western tundra mountains.

Task 2 (unfinished): explore the ancient ruins in the southeast tundra.

Although it's still early, Lu Zhengkang doesn't want to do the next task.

Don't worry. Take your time.

All day long, Lu Zhengkang stayed on the coast, continued to dig more fishing pits, and went to collect the silk of frostbite spider by the way.

Jonas practiced the sword honestly. Although he was a child, he had a good physique. After a while of practice and rest, he could last all day.

For him, in fact, he should start to learn martial arts from a more basic point, such as standing on the stump. Now the effect of practicing sword is not different from that of radio gymnastics.

However, the child's active nature, coupled with the language barrier, the specific program to cultivate Jonas, Lu Zhengkang can only consider in the long run.

With the Brayton boys, never worry about loneliness, but also have good patience.

It's also a long and tortuous way to go along the mudflat on the edge of the current to the real seashore. In fact, Lu Zhengkang has not really stood by the seashore and looked at the vast sea level for so long.

On the spur of the moment, he led the wolves along the current retrograde to the shore. After an hour or so, he turned a big bend, and the ice sheets on both sides suddenly opened up. However, he came to the bay area. In the distance, there was a walrus basking in the sun on the floating ice, patting his belly. He was very happy.

Since he was not hungry, he would not disturb others. Lu Zhengkang continued to bring the wolves to the West. Not far away, he saw human remains all over the ground.

Along with the bones continue to explore, a sense of crisis from the smell of ice and water out of the sudden. The wolves are a little upset. Lu Zhengkang smelled the familiar smell.

A smell of madness and nausea.

There is a crack at the junction of the lower part of the ice sheet and the mud, where fresh blood stained bones are scattered, and messy spattered blood and frenzied scratches are still visible.

Jonas turned pale. "Mr. troll, let's go back?"

Lu Zhengkang looked down at him. The boy immediately tightened his face. "I'm kidding. The Holy Spirit is on the top. Let's destroy this evil nest!"

The troll sighed a little. This cave is the one in his dream last night.

The home of the troll's soul.

Lu Zhengkang holds the leather shield of his left hand hard. The handle is a piece of wood wrapped in leather, which gives him a strong and elastic touch.

The fighting blood is running in the chest.

"Roar --!"

With a roar like the collapse of the mountains, the ice sheet that has not melted for ten thousand years is shaking, and the clouds in the sky are stagnating. Jonas covered his ears in horror, but did not run away, only retreated a few steps.

Roar along the passage to the cave and roll away, echo shock, damage liver crack gall.

The roar of low return is not over, and a series of angry roars come from the deep of the nest. The momentum is overwhelming, as if a thousand troops are fighting hard.

Jonas only felt the wind coming towards him, murmured some words, sneaked away from the cave, and watched in the distance with the wolves.

Brighton boy looks at these shrinking ice wolves in surprise. How come your boss is going to fight soon and sneak faster than me?In this way, Lu Zhengkang immediately came to the pass, his eyes never deviated a point, and he did not consider the reinforcement and retreat at all.

The troll's nest is a frightening evil place in this area. Countless hunters, villagers and tourists were killed and devoured.

Lu Zhengkang walked into the cave step by step. On the downward slope, the sun was shining through the top of his head and the ice on both sides. The road was light blue, and the snow covered the ground. It was the endless wind that shaped the place.

The chewed and broken human skull and sternum are half exposed in the deep snow, and the continuous roar in the ear is approaching. After a corner in this narrow corridor, a mature snow Troll raises his arms, and his three ferocious eyes lock on the attacking challenger.

Lu Zhengkang is silent - charging!

Beasts are immoral. Trolls are mostly solitary creatures. Even if they live in groups, they will not give up their malice to the same kind.

Troll is an outsider who takes the lead in provocation. Snow Troll has no choice but to kill him.

Lu Zhengkang retreated a little and let go of the fierce tearing. He threw a shield on the opposite Troll's face. While he was leaning back, he took off and thrust the sword tip into his throat. The sword body went down all the way and pierced his chest.

The troll is still alive, but the sense of suffocation and sharp pain make him crazy and start to wave his claws. Lu Zhengkang doesn't care whether his sword is still on his opponent, but he just goes back.

One after another, three trolls came running. Due to the narrow passage, they could not move forward and roared behind.

Lu Zhengkang looked at them and some memories flashed Heavy breathing, the shrill scream of the hunter, the neighing of arrows in the dark - like a whistle.

He shook his head to dispel the illusion. The troll in front of him held the sword handle on his throat and pulled it out a little bit. The pain of piercing marrow made his three black eyes red.

When Lu Zhengkang rushes forward, the troll even flinches in panic. Death is indeed the most popular fear. Anger will counteract fear, but pain - pain is the spicy appetizer of death, which can make every ditch in his mind dark and bright - is the color of fear.

The troll's flexible claws cut the beast's eyes, and the other side fell to the ground in a howl. The three trolls in the back roared ferociously and rushed in a series.

Lu Zhengkang's old skill is repeated. The other side rushes forward, retreats, and the other side waves his claws to make a wound.

Trolls know trolls, and Lu Zhengkang knows their hunting skills.

However, trolls rely on their own resilience. When Lu Zhengkang knocks down one of them, there will be a wound on the ground. It takes only a moment for the wound to heal, but they are still alive after recovery.

Lu Zhengkang soon realized that it was magic power that promoted the effectiveness of troll's blood. Magic power filled every corner, not only in the light. When dealing with trolls, it was also against the power of race and the power of the world.

Lu Zhengkang suspected that his mother didn't kill the troll at the beginning, but let him lose his power temporarily. If it wasn't for the mother's sacrifice to the demon, the beast would stand up again.

According to common sense, only fire can interrupt Troll's recovery.

Lu Zhengkang grins and tears off their heads.

It doesn't matter if there's no fire. Just chop your head!