Chapter 275

This is the fourth element of Lu Zhengkang's creation.

The first three are still relatively active, and the fourth one is really puzzling.

Fortunately, Lu Zhengkang has also sorted out why he can do this.

All in all, to be romantic, we must have enough emotion to resonate with the magic power, so that we can endow the magic power with soul and logic, and create elements. This process should be inseparable from the pure land. What has been hidden under the pure land, which is a treasure that Lu Zhengkang has not yet discovered.

Troll rubs his face clean, thick, tough and warm. He imagines that his hands are like a strange mask, hiding all his emotional expression behind the mask, hiding in the dark, very safe I feel a little bit, but it's still not enough. Lu Zhengkang smiles, knowing that he doesn't lack a sense of security, so this kind of imagination is hard to put into it.

But what is romance? The question is profound enough.

In a flash, the pure white sky turned into pale gold. The sun was also full of life magic energy. The plants grew more and more vigorous. Rows of small apple seedlings trembled with spirit and penetrated their roots deeply into the soil, almost touching the ice field below. The beans, ramie, rape and so on all ripened ahead of time .

Now the problem of fertilization is solved.

There is a faint fragrance in the air, which makes people feel as if they are in an illusory sea of flowers, moist and cold when breathing, and like the bamboo forest filled with mountain haze in the early morning.

In the second half of the year, it's hard for Lu Zhengkang to find time to study magic. He needs to do a lot of things, weaving linen, clothing, sugar, oil, wine, everything needs to be dedicated.

Life goes by slowly, high days and high months are spent in harvest, and a batch of crops are sown in the last planting month. Fire month shares its food with Dongbao people. Frost month is still busy with farming. At dusk month, a large number of materials have been accumulated in the warehouse, and at night, Jonas will be brought back for the new year.

Good new year.

Lu Zhengkang makes mutton dumplings, big longevity peaches, fried crispy pork, fried sugar cakes, and all kinds of festive and delicious food for Jonas, wolves, friends of Dongbao, nine Holy Spirits, gods and nature. He has gained a lot and shared a lot, just like a complete reincarnation.

The carnival lasted for a whole month. From the second half of the great moon in 184 to the first half of the morning moon in 185, Dongbao was more lively than ever. People raised their glasses to the generous Lu Zhengkang, blessed him, welcomed him and worshipped him, as if he were the embodiment of joy.

The newborns of the wolves like him very much, and the newborns of Dongbao also like him very much.

Trolls are tall and generous. They are called happy gourmets. Some call them white mountains. Because his cloak is white, Lu Zhengkang has never expressed his likes and dislikes for these nicknames. As time goes by, people have the courage to call them anything. Some children like to call him big white ball, and they don't know where they got the inspiration.

Now Lu Zhengkang is wearing several new linen clothes, covering his third eye and bone spur with a linen turban, and wearing a hood to show his ugly and vicious face. It's made of flax and ramie. It's strong and fresh. It's good for anything except winter.

In addition to the cloth, it was still the coat of bear skin. The former one had been rotten for a long time. However, when the frost fell on the moon, Lu Zhengkang met a wandering white bear. He was about to hibernate. He was already fat, so he was killed by the troll. After the leather was salted, it became clothes. The flesh and blood were made into delicacies. The bones were crushed for smelting, and the soul turned into a dead spirit for driving. There was no waste at all .

People regard the change of Lu Zhengkang's appearance as a great trust in him, because a mysterious person is willing to share his privacy, which is a symbol of friendship. Even the residents of Dongbao were surprised by the troll's ugly appearance, but no one hated him for it. There were healthy, tall, vigorous and brave Nord women in the guards, who were keen on Lu Zhengkang and often asked him to drink.

The new Lord collier is also very close to Lu Zhengkang. He is a young Nord with red hair. He has a straight face, a broad nose and a green stubble around his lips. He often wears a heavy fur coat and a ruby brass headring. His voice is loud and steady. He can be heard talking at the end of the street. He is a warm-hearted man. He had previously traveled abroad for academic training. This time, he returned to his hometown and won the trust of the residents within a month.

He always speaks ill of the mage academy and holds a conspiracy theory about the great collapse many years ago. In addition, he is a frequent tavern guest and always likes to drink. Once he drinks too much, he will laugh and act like a dissolute man. However, Dongbao is now a small village with more than ten families. He doesn't even have independent internal affairs and enough territorial authority The Lord wants to put on airs and nobody cares.

He often said that he would not leave when he came back this time. He wanted to take root in Dongbao, find a wife, have a baby and live in peace.

When Lu Zhengkang comes to the pub, he will bring his own vodka, which is very popular with barbarians. In the new year, the troll will bring enough wine for everyone to enjoy.

When Lord collier finished drinking, he said on the spot that he wanted to give Lu Zhengkang the status of Baron of Dongbao. The residents in the tavern cheered and there was no one against him. Before the troll could refuse, collier stuffed a steel hand axe with exquisite patterns. The drunken Lord held Lu Zhengkang's hand high and yelled around: "you see clearly! This axe is the symbol of our new Baron rendongbao! If anyone has an opinion, say it now! "The men and women in the tavern burst into laughter. No one said they had any problem. They just urged the bard to sing a song.

Our minstrel is a cranky Brighton man. He came to the sky three years ago, and all the way north, as if to avoid disaster. He generally came to winter castle, a remote place. He is short. Brighton people often look up a little in front of the Nords, but he is still handsome. He found a local Nord woman to live with, but he didn't get married. He can sing Many ballads, including those of the Empire, the sky, or his hometown, can be expressed by his skillful lute skills.

To say so much is just to let people know that he is an eccentric poet who always likes to sing the opposite - sometimes dramatic, so people like him.

In such a happy time, he played a heavy and tough tone.

Everyone's laughter faded and silence poured into the place like a cold wind. Only some delirious drunkards were still mumbling. The rest recognized the song and showed their respect.

The Brightons began to sing softly, "our hero, oh our hero, has a brave heart!"

Nord people in the tavern were already excited when they heard this sentence, and tears were in the eyes of the perceptual people.

"Let me tell you, let me tell you, the dragon race is coming again!"

The minstrel's eyes were fixed on the flames on the fire pool, and his dexterous fingers were still plucking the strings, whether they were plucking the strings or the heartstrings. The men, women, old and young in the tavern began to respond in a low voice.

"Use the power of the roar, the old Nord craft!" The melody is so low, but the tone is so firm.

"Believe me, believe it, the dragon race is coming again!"

"Evil spirits usher in the end, expel the enemies in the sky!"

"Be careful of them, be careful! The dragon race is coming again

"The dark age is over, continue to write the legend of heroes!"

"Do you know, do you know? The dragon race is coming again

The Dragon descendant is the prototype of the Nords. This song is called "the return of the Dragon descendant". In the dark and painful times, it gives the soldiers courage and the people hope.

The troll clapped and said, "long live the sky! Long live the dragon! Long live the Nord

People burst into tears and exclaimed, "long live the sky! Long live the dragon! Long live the Nord