Chapter 228

Lu Zhengkang twisted his neck, very soft and tough, did not make a click, which made him a little sorry. The necromancer, who was huddled by the wall, was surprised to see the troll's anthropomorphic behavior. He spoke in an excited tone.

Lu Zhengkang didn't pay attention to him. His ice wolves were enjoying the corpses outside. The greedy sound of robbing food was blaring, and the bonfire in the house was blaring incessantly, as if it were a subtle and malicious hint. The old man kept coughing, coughing with bleeding foam. He seemed to adapt to the pain and began to cast again. His left hand held the hilt of the sword on his chest, and his right hand, a golden light ball, sent out warm and comfortable light, enveloped his old body and gradually repaired his damaged trunk.

In this process, Lu Zhengkang still looked on coldly. He could feel the enrichment of magic power, and was driven by the will of the mage. Through some kind of "resonance", some kind of invisible high-level will, magic began to play a specific role.

The corner of the master's mouth twitched because of pain, and he looked anxious and scared. Fortunately, when he pulled out his sword, he was torn off by the troll before he could cure the wound.

I don't want to die.

Lu Zhengkang sighed, "it's an old waste, with three small wastes."

It's not easy for this combination to survive in the wild.

Lu Zhengkang marked this place on the log map and named it the resting place for wolves.

It's about 180 square feet. It's quite wide, but the snow covers a small area and suddenly narrows.

There is a bloody six pointed star array on the ground in the dark corner of the edge. There is a candle in each of the six corners, and a vertical pupil shaped Rune symbolizing annihilation is engraved in the middle. In the array, there is a bloody sheep skull, a bunch of purple flowers and a bowl of bone powder.

In addition to the bonfire, there are five fur coverings, an alchemist's pharmacy table, a pile of storage boxes, six casks, and a locked wooden treasure chest.

There are four people in all. Why are there five bunks?

Lu Zhengkang gently inhaled and smelled the fresh human flesh from the locked box.

He doesn't have a lock, and he can't unlock it, but the box is just wood. The troll waves his claws to break the board, and the cry of panic comes from the box.

It's a little boy.

Lu Zhengkang grabs the treasure chest and shakes it with a crack, as if pouring yogurt. Then a Brayton boy, howling like a mad pig, falls to the ground with a slap.

The boy landed on his back, his eyes closed, his mouth wide open, making all-round noise, kicking and swinging his hands and feet, just like a restless sea urchin, as if he could scare off the enemy.

He had short, soft, ironed black hair, fair complexion, regular features, and slightly high cheekbones, suggesting his elvish blood. The whole face is not only twisted, but also the standard of a handsome guy.

Lu Zhengkang picked up the mage's head, which was torn off by violence. A vertebra was still attached to it. Blood and brain trickled down, smelling fishy. Now he threw his head into the boy's arms.

"Ah! I'm dead The boy suddenly did not move. He was stiff as if he had died suddenly.

Troll gently stroked his mane, squinted three black eyes, as if thinking.

Lu Zhengkang grabs the boy's ankle. The boy is scared to pee. Although he keeps a corpse posture, his pants are soon wet, and the smell is inevitable.

The boy was dragged to the fire.

The burning heat gently licked his face. His eyes opened a little secretly, just like some kind of fern under heat stress. The light reflected from his eyes did not escape from Lu Zhengkang's eyes.

The troll turned and left for a few steps to pick up the sword. The Brayton boy started to eject and ran away. Lu Zhengkang waited for a while. The boy was bitten by a male wolf on his left trouser leg and was lying on the ground screaming.

The wolves eat the flesh and blood, and the fierce light is faint. They want to swallow the smooth and tender boy. At this time, the trolls walk out and disperse the wolves.

The young Brighton looked at the troll, and the troll looked at him calmly. They looked at each other. For a moment, it seemed that some tacit understanding had been reached.

"Hello, Mr. troll, I My name is Jonas... "

Lu Zhengkang didn't understand him, so he just grabbed him and dragged him back to the rest place of the wolves.

Log update.

[task: healthy growth]

Task 3 (complete): lead the wolves to find a safe place to live

open a new entry.

[task: explore Magic]

note: the meeting with the necromancer made me realize the magic of magic. With the help of animal disease and meditation, I may be able to explore the use of magic power. Keep in mind that everything is based on safety.

Mission one (unfinished): try telepathic magic.

[task: languagetong]

Description: the new children can help me complete the language enlightenment, and it's time for me to learn a foreign language.

Task 1 (unfinished): learn oral communication

[task: explore the surroundings]

Description: tundra is a small place, which is suitable for my activities. In this area, I need to know more information to live easily.Task 1 (unfinished): explore the human activity sites in the mountain pass of Western tundra.

Lu Zhengkang looked down at the palm of his hand. The giant's broad palm had a dexterous structure. The back of his hand was covered with white hair. The skin of the palm was as rough as rubber, and there was a small Epiphyllum pattern in the middle.

The pure land in the palm is not completely stable, but after absorbing the magic power, everything is developing in a good direction.

The Brighton boy named Jonas curled up beside the wall. The eyes of the wolves were green and dark, like blue ghost fire. They were gnawing at the mage's body and looking up at him from time to time. The bloody kiss made him scared, while the troll was doing nothing in the room. For a moment, he felt very uncomfortable with his wet pants, although he was indoors It won't freeze yet, but it's chilly and sticky no matter what.

There were stories of bards in taverns in his heart, such as fighting bears, hoping to borrow a little courage. The troll glanced back at him, and Jonas immediately put on a flattering smile.

Lu Zhengkang spent time sorting out the harvest.

Grain, money, materials, weapons, books, two sets of leather armour, one set of heavy armour, one set of mage's clothes and one prisoner.

Jonas can't help but want to talk to Lu Zhengkang. In the whole room, the most interesting one is this Troll now.

Lu Zhengkang didn't understand, but he remembered the pronunciation carefully.

soon, the boy realized that the trolls could not understand him, so he began to make complaints about it.

There was so much noise that Lu Zhengkang never said a word.

After a long time away from human society, the natural wind and frost almost stripped his speech ability, leading to Lu Zhengkang has no desire to talk.

The troll throws the mage's pants to Jonas, then turns around and signals him to change his underpants.

Brayton boy is too timid to change clothes under the gaze of the wolves. He is not afraid of losing his face, but afraid that the wolves will think about his meat.

In short, he dawdled for a while, and then thought of a very stupid way, that is, put on the dry pants first, and then take off the wet pants from the inside.

What a Mr bean!

Lu Zhengkang was speechless. He thought the boy had changed, so he looked back and saw that his hands were spinning in his crotch.