Chapter 241

The dark elf plans to take revenge immediately, but Lu Zhengkang keeps him for a meal.

Because there is still no pot, so eat grilled fish, salty sea fish, sprinkled with some plant crumbs, fresh, taste is also good.

Kaliya said that he can prepare living materials for Lu Zhengkang, but the time is uncertain.

Now the nightingale is penniless. She is at her most miserable time. Before, she said that she would pay Lu Zhengkang a large sum of money as an employment fee. That's after her revenge was successful and her power was blocked again.

After dinner, Calia left.

Instead of seeing him off, Lu Zhengkang went to the woods to cut down a good piece of wood. He came back and built a pine shelf. He put the ten pound fish on the shelf with branches and hung it on the shelf. He wanted to keep it for a long time. In fact, it's a meal to let go of his belly, but this shelf will be more and more useful.

The sun and the moon are almost over. Lu Zhengkang doesn't have any subjective feelings about it, but he finally records the day. It's three and a half days since he sent Jonas away last time. If he has one day to go, he has to search the ruins today and tomorrow.

It's really strange to say that there are few people going to the ruins of Cournot, and they are shrouded in the fog of legend and terror. But it's wrong to say that they are inaccessible. There are often grave robbers who go into the tombs to search for treasures - and then they are killed by the ghosts and organs inside.

When playing the game at the beginning, the protagonist grabbing Genbao was also jokingly known as the God of running errands. What tomb hasn't fallen down? Which zongzi dare to be arrogant?

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. Lu Zhengkang has a clear understanding of the urine nature of this Nord relic. His intestines are zigzag, but both ends are connected. Generally speaking, the owner of the tomb is buried at the end, which is basically a ghost.

Perhaps in the funeral philosophy of these ancient barbarians, there is still a period of life in the underworld after death, and they can go to the world to be demons through the back door.

The relic in the southeast of tundra, I didn't see the coffin of the tomb owner when I went there last time. I don't know whether it has been disposed of or has already run out. However, the riddle door leading to the outer layer of the tomb was not opened, so there should be harvest to search.

When he revisited his hometown, Lu Zhengkang looked around carefully. Because he was deeply buried in the ground, most of the structure of the tomb should have collapsed and damaged. He could only explore from the road where the riddle door was located. The switch of the riddle door was on the front, so Lu Zhengkang had no choice but to smash the wall.

The roaring sound reverberates in the grottoes, arousing countless ghosts. They wake up from death and follow the sound to explore the direction of Lu Zhengkang. Along the way, they are killed by the operating mechanism and the occupied beasts and monsters. In the end, there are less than 100 people waiting opposite the door.

The troll starts from one side of the riddle door, digs out a curved passage, bypasses the door body, and just chisels a transparent hole, there is a long sword stabbing hard.

Limited to space, Lu Zhengkang's axe is not easy to play, but he uses his claws to drill rock. The corpse's sword is pressed down by him and knocked on the stone wall beside the hole. His strength is so strong that he breaks the iron sword directly.

The troll retreated cautiously. He didn't want to fight underground in such a disadvantage. He decided to expand the channel.

He frowned and thought about it, then suddenly he realized that I was a wizard!

Immediately summon the element of fire, let her continue to fire fireballs towards the hole.

The red and golden fireball will explode after impact, sending out high temperature and violent shock wave. Lu Zhengkang is determined to absorb the enchantment energy to supplement his consumption. With more and more primitive magic energy pouring in, his eyes become very bright.

After an hour of intermittent explosion, the restless ghost roar outside finally calmed down. At this point, the previous small hole has expanded into a four foot gap, flowing hot magma.

The fire element stops casting and goes back to the pure land to rest. Lu Zhengkang's sweat drips all over the ground and evaporates again. The room is foggy, and the troll's eyes are as bright as a searchlight.

"The waves of wheat are shining golden, the songs are singing and the fragrance is fragrant. The good news of the harvest is spreading everywhere. Every family is happy, happy..." The troll hummed the harvest song in his heart and smashed the half molten stone wall with an axe. After all, he didn't have a ruthless iron hand.

Looking out, the old mummies were burning fast and only ashes were left. They walked restlessly. Their weapons and armor were red and hot. Lu Zhengkang took out the frozen fish from his luggage, roasted it in the current high temperature, and swallowed it whole. Then he took out the homemade skin water bag and drank the smelly and sour snow water.

Lu Zhengkang was very happy. When he ate, he did not forget to wriggle twice. He could not help singing from the corner of his mouth. By the way, he also let out a big mouthful of snow water.

"Cough, hum!" Lu was almost choked and coughed twice. He was obviously aware of his gaffe, so he pretended to clear his throat and looked at the back door of the tomb with a guilty heart. The wolves didn't follow in. That's good, that's good

Up to now, he has to admit one thing, his philosophy is indeed under the impact of recessive.

He must seriously consider whether he wants to continue to learn magic.

The answer, of course, is obvious. He is bound to continue to study. There are not many reasons.Now, of course, we have to show our true colors on the inside and on the outside.

As soon as he was in a good mood, Lu Zhengkang immediately began to sing. His low and hoarse voice was very hard to hear. The wolves came in and circled him far away. Their eyes were simple and they did not dare to approach him.

The troll wandered in front of the passage for half an hour. At the end, he couldn't sing any more, so he returned to silence.

It's a bit deliberate. Lu Zhengkang touches his mane, and his character doesn't change overnight. He doesn't have to be in a hurry for success in everything. He always gets flowers blooming in the mountains and the wine in the pot is warm.

At this time, the "incinerator" opposite finally cooled down. Lu Zhengkang searched in the past. There were not many objects alive in the fire. Fortunately, real gold was not afraid of fire. In the environment of thousands of degrees, the proud gold coins were shining. Unfortunately, his younger brother silver coins and copper coins died in battle, without a whole body, or a lump.

After picking up the gold coins that had not been contaminated by the rest of the molten metal, it was almost dark. Lu Zhengkang planned to end the day's work and harvest more than 960 excellent Cournot gold coins, which were more valuable than today's septin and could not be packed in the bag. He had to find a big barrel to take them with him.

There are also dozens of Cournot armor and dozens of Cournot blades - these things are more or less damaged and of little value, so they are discarded.

In two days, I'm going to see the little boy. I don't know if he works hard in the college?

What's more, has his martial arts been lowered?

If you are lazy, you have to be educated

The troll's eyes wandered in the snow on the moonlit night, and stayed frequently on the wood branches. The shadows at the feet of the beasts cast long black pillars on the low gentle slopes, while the aurora above them were bright.