Chapter 287

Lu Zhengkang told Jonas to study hard and set out with ramir in his overcoat.

The coachman said that he wanted to lend the carriage to them, but Lu Zhengkang also declined.

Along the way, the drunkard was carrying vodka. After a long walk, he had to take a sip of vodka. He was so bold that the drunkard ran to his throat. Lu Zhengkang was very heavy at this time. He was a little disappointed to see lanmir's wild attitude.

They each carry a bag, and Lu Zhengkang has an extra tent.

On the way this time, Lu Zhengkang didn't plan to go to the pure land, so he brought many pieces.

At the end of the first day, ramir took Lu Zhengkang to the familiar tundra.

At the end of the next day, lammier led Lu Zhengkang to the southwest, across the tundra, and came to the foothills.

In the early morning of the third day, the drunkard took Lu Zhengkang to a deep cave, nodded his head, pointed to the stone road beside him and said, "you can go. You can see it if you keep walking. I'll wait for you here."

Lu Zhengkang nodded, unloaded his luggage and gave it to ramir for the time being. He went up the slope with his axe on his back.

This is a relatively gentle Road, located in the saddle between the two mountains. There are three caravans on the road. They are all caravans, each with mercenary guards. Lu Zhengkang walks close to the roadside, not close to them.

A few wealthy businessmen sitting on the carriage chatted with each other. They were basically complaining that the group of mages in the baptism fortress were greedy, pressed the price too hard, and charged a toll. They had to give a lot of good things to be safe every time they passed by. They were not as good as the former bandits.

Troll listen in the ear, step a little faster.

Up to the top of the saddle, looking down, a stone fortress looms in the fir forest on the left side. It is built close to the mountain, but there are still some remains. There are many collapse places on the wall. Walking two or three steps forward, I saw a dead horse lying in the Bush, with black blood and red berries, as if it had nourished life with death.

In this way, Lu Zhengkang can feel the strong breath of the spirit of the dead. Right in the front of the fortress, the trolls walk forward and down the slope. On the wooden arrow tower of the fortress, there are many ghouls with bows and arrows. There are also many on the wall. The ice blue ghost fire is secluded, and the posture is unbridled. The necromancer here is not afraid to be searched by those mad dog like standar watchers Bad luck.

However, don't worry, since others don't kill you, I will!

The troll's tattoos are shimmering, his body crouches and charges.

The fierce strange man attracted the attention of a mage on the wall. He immediately directed the ghouls around him to shoot their arrows. The arrows hissed. He mercilessly pierced Lu Zhengkang's coat and was blocked by a layer of shield. The troll simply left his cloak and continued to run in his slim linen robe.

More than ten seconds later, Lu Zhengkang had already approached the wall. He jumped up to the arrow tower and chopped a dead ghost with a bow into two pieces. Then he turned over to the wall and ran towards the mage.

When the mage was in danger, he raised his hand and released an ice cone. However, when he stabbed the shield, it broke and dissipated. He could not even stop the troll from coming.

Lu Zhengkang's axe was very merciless. He cut the mage's iron armor and cut it off. The whole fortress was shocked. The gates of the three levels of the fortress opened, and dozens of ghosts poured out from each level. The Necromancers cried out who was looking for death.

Lu Zhengkang chopped up the remaining six ghosts on the wall one by one, and immediately stood on the top of the wall. He roared at the group of ghosts and spirits. The next moment, the aura of killing intention unfolded. It was as if all the horses were silent, as if the clouds were blocking the sun. All the people were afraid to fight a little. There was a group of chariot and horse merchants at the gate of the fortress. At this time, they were running for their lives.

The troll cheered haughtily, "you rat, you are afraid to die with me

The next second, Lu Zhengkang jumped up high, smashed into the corpse pile, slashed with a huge axe, and countless corpses were splashed in full bloom.

……

"Wheezing --" a slow, heavy breath sounded in the dark fortress.

The walls were covered with moss, hanging moss, several old animal skins, and piles of bones in the corner.

This is the garrison restaurant of the fortress prison. Eight necromancers retreat here. The monster has washed the whole mage group. Starting from the top of the fortress, it is searching down a little bit. Among the eight mages, most of them were young apprentices, who were being led by an old mage to retreat to the secret passage on the other side of the prison.

The sound of metal rubbing against stone came from behind.

Lu Zhengkang is catching up with the mages. He is not in a hurry.

After the ghost blocking the way is cut to death, a mage calls out a frost element. The troll fights with it for a few seconds, then cuts off its limbs, and the back of the axe slams the frost element's chest to shatter its core.

"Good call." The troll laughs.

The one left behind is an old Brighton who keeps sipping potions, which can help him resist the influence of the aura of murderous intent.

"Why did you kill me?"

"You have occupied this fortress. Do you know the name of the bandit leader here?"The old mage squinted, "ha, you are here for revenge, no wonder."

"Answer my question."

"I don't know. They're not worth mentioning. Even many of them have escaped. If you want to find them, you can still find them."

Lu Zhengkang asked, "usually necromancers are ruthless people. Why do you stay and die?"

Studying corpses and playing with flesh and blood, today's necromancers are very bad. Although they used to be packaged with medical science, the behavior of the lower level mages is beyond the ordinary people's endurance.

"Strange? How about... " The old mage wanted to say more. The troll suddenly threw his sleeve, and a silver light flew out. It was the flying swallow in the sleeve. The flying mechanism was opened, and the poison long needle pierced the iron armor. The mage cried out in pain. Then the flying swallow in the sleeve broke his head, and the soul trap was launched. A faint blue air stream rushed to the dead spirit magic ball in Lu Zhengkang's hand.

The troll walked towards the secret passage. There was a wooden door through a warehouse. At this time, it had been opened. At the end of the secret passage, there was a ladder leading to the outside of the fortress. The sudden arrival of Lu Zhengkang scared the last mage who had not escaped to scream.

"Come on up! Come on

"Leave him alone, let's go!"

Lu Zhengkang didn't let one go, and those mages who had escaped from the heaven were also chased and killed by him.

After wandering around the fortress, Lu Zhengkang finally found an old diary in a pile of sundries on the top floor.

It was written by his mother, Garna Yinxue. Prompted by a sudden impulse to make complaints about

, the book was originally recorded in the past year. There are miscellaneous events, forts operating, tucking up husbands, and children's expectations. The contents can be separated from each other for two months or two months.

"Saturday, morning star 14, 183

" enough of tuliano! Besides being in bed, he is a little manly. He is like a troll at ordinary times. Damn, he is not as good as a troll! Tell him not to kill passers-by. Does he think he's good? Ha ha ha, I've been beaten to death. I'm so happy! "

"Wednesday, April 24, 183

" maybe I should go to the Lord of Dongbao to recruit a team and run my own business. There are only a few serious roads from Fengkui to Dongbao. Our baptism fortress occupies the most spacious one, which should be used. We can't let those fools lose their families any more! "

"Tuesday, July 30, 183

" my stomach is getting bigger and bigger. I can't move my sword if I go on like this. If I have anything to do in the future, I'll leave it to tuliano. Come on, baby. well! I've long wanted to catch a child to play with. I'm better born myself. I don't feel bad fighting. "

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Lu Zhengkang squatted on the stone table on the top of the fortress, looking at the bright sky.

He rubbed the rough diary in his hand.

Suddenly, I feel very sad.