Chapter 239

Lu Zhengkang grabs his back hand, holds the boot thorn, and then directly pulls off the thief's shoes one by one, revealing a pair of purple feet. It seems that he is a female dark elf. After taking off the shoes, the smell of sweat in the air suddenly became strong, and the troll couldn't help rolling his eyes.

The robbers were still not ready to die. They threw back their hands and shot out a sleeve arrow. Lu Zhengkang loosened his right hand and leaned back to avoid the hidden arrow. A cold light passed by. The cold metal cut the spider silk mask and glided against the troll's flat facial features. Finally, he broke the hood, turned the dagger and stabbed straight down.

Lu Zhengkang didn't want to kill him, so he had to step back a few steps. Two pieces of silk cloth fell down. He gently touched his cheek. There was a fine scratch on his ugly face, which healed quickly.

The dark elf robber stood up and picked up his long bow. It was a black weapon with beautiful sculpture. The silent poison arrow came from this superb creation.

"The second time, elf!" Lu Zhengkang warned.

Fang Zheng looked at the troll's symbolic face in disbelief and couldn't help sighing in danmo language: "noktunar (one of the demons, dark night lady) is on the stage. What do I see? A talking beast? "

Lu Zhengkang frowned and looked more ferocious.

At this time, the smell of blood on the thief's body was very strong. Her waist and abdomen were bleeding continuously. The troll's foot accidentally kicked her wound. The continuous blood loss made her weak. Her dark purple face showed an unnatural light yellow, and her body was about to fall.

Lu Zhengkang asked again in a cold voice, "surrender or die?"

The thief narrowed her eyes. At this time, her eyes were blurred and her bowing hands drooped unconsciously. However, her reply was smooth and calm? I can hire you, give you a lot of money, just accompany me to kill a person. "

"I won't leave winter castle."

"The pay will be very good."

"You can bring the enemy in, and I'll kill them."

"Beast! Restrain your arrogance, the champion warrior of the night lady standing in front of you, the holy keeper, the king of thieves - Nightingale The woman spoke faster and faster, and she wanted to finish all the words at one go. "But the enemy is also a powerful nightingale. If she doesn't work together, she will die. I call you in the name of the great noktunar... "

The woman who called herself Nightingale collapsed to the ground.

The atmosphere is dead.

Suddenly, a ring of fire spread from her body, forming a ring of fire on the ground to surround the dark elves.

It's ancestral fury, racial talent.

It's a remarkable characteristic that loving ancestors will still protect their children after death.

The flame element lingers around the fire ring of the ancestor's anger, extinguishes the fire, leaving only a faint dark golden halo on the surface, which is the immortal soul of the dead.

Lu Zhengkang approached slowly and stepped into the aperture without any damage.

He squatted down to observe, and determined that the dark elf thief was unconscious. Then he took off his opponent's armor and exposed the wound.

In addition to several small wounds that have been basically healed, what is bleeding is a sword wound. It looks like it has not been purulent and rotten, but it has been artificially cut. After simple suture treatment, it has not been well treated.

Lu Zhengkang searched the bag around the thief's waist and found some poison bottles, a little needle and thread, some fresh plants, three blue mountain flowers, two yellow mountain flowers and two bundles of hanging moss.

All things in this world flow magic energy, and all things have their own characteristics. The weeds on the roadside are also good alchemy materials.

If the same as in the game, these three plants are good for body recovery.

Lu Zhengkang took part of each to taste, and it was really warm after entering the stomach. After confirming the validity, it was crushed and fed to the thief.

It's still bleeding.

Take a needle and thread to close the wound.

Still bleeding, less extravasation, I don't know if it's effective or almost dry.

Trolls scratch their heads. It's hard for a cunning woman to make a meal without rice. She has no internal skill and can't recover her magic. What can I do? She can't be saved.

The injury of the dark elf is likely to touch the internal organs. Simple treatment is unable to recover.

Today's plan, there is only one way to go, that is Lu Zhengkang's animal disease - Troll's blood!

Trolls can make their bodies recover at a high speed. This small injury is just a sprinkling of water, but we have to consider the consequences. The animal disease is the power of Hercynian, and the injured is the dependents of noktunar. If the dark elves accept this power, it is likely to have some bad consequences. Whether they choose to live or believe in purity is up to others.

……

An imperial man was lying at his desk, writing hard.

The dark elf thief stood behind him silently, looking at the soft moonlight in the horn lamp on the table. A little candle flickers in the hollow ochre yellow sheep horn and shakes gently. Does it swing with the man's breath?Maybe not.

The man writes in silence. The strokes of the black feather pen and the paper of the papyrus squeeze each other and make a soft, low hissing sound.

Around is the dead cold, as never intentional night, or in the end of the dead soul Yan annihilation.

There are so many places after death. The tears in the eyes of the dark elves flow out, gallus, have you not arrived at the dark night lady's ebony pond after all? Do you feel pain here? Will it be cold?

The man suddenly began to laugh and sing a melodious song.

In the melody of endless depression and endless joy, the soul and body of the female thief are flying away. She is far away from the man singing. When the dark elves can no longer suppress the cry of grief, the man turns into light and the sun. A beautiful world is shown in the light. At the end of the horizon, the man holding the book smiles with complacency.

His eyes wandered in the sky for a while, then suddenly fell into the world, and the endless crowd suddenly gushed out. The dark elves tried to squeeze away the crowd and get closer to him, but they could only see his back a little bit far away, as if he was about to fall into the horizon.

Suddenly, the man turned around, and the people around him bypassed the line of sight between him and her.

The man with a sob on his face scratched his head and narrowed his eyes to smile at the dark elf.

"Carlia! You have to live a good life! Mercer Frey, who betrayed the lady, will not have good retribution! I saw it! Ha ha ha... "

The world is broken.

Darkness rules again.

……

The dark elves heard the howling snow and the burning firewood.

It's warm and covered.

She didn't open her eyes. She tried to move her fingers. She was very flexible.

Calia sat up in silence, the light of the fire falling through her eyelids into her eyes.

Open your eyes.

The snow-white Troll sat with his back to her in front of the campfire. A small flame element was flying around him. His straight back and broad waist were as hard as a rock, though they were still very low.

"Baishi..." Carlia whispered.