Lu Zhengkang searched the map and confirmed that the boyeshia altar was in the depth of the verotti mountains in the East, and at the easternmost end of the sky.

He took out the necromancer and rushed all the way to windhelm city.

At this time, two boys in the high peak monastery of hosca look up at the sky with their empty stomachs.

"Sir! Come back quickly

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The second generation of stilling locomotives has a huge physique, and the wheel diameter is five feet, which is a siege vehicle. The overall shape follows the concept of the first generation, and there is no technical progress except adding mechanical core and braking system. However, these changes have made it excellent enough. It is flexible and dexterous. It responds quickly no matter when starting or braking. It is no longer rough and savage.

Lu Zhengkang doesn't plan to be a third-generation locomotive, because it's not necessary at all. At most, it's necessary to eliminate the dead soul module and turn it into a castrated version of the steam locomotive. It's worth promoting - it's still not necessary. Lu Zhengkang is not short of money.

Lu Zhengkang's future car should be a land fortress, or a spaceship, and he is about to drive to a large area.

In the stables of Fengkui City, on a cold morning, the coachman poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth and howled, "does anyone want to take a ride?" At the moment, there are few pedestrians going to and from the city gate, most of them are local people, and then there are seafarers. The Baihe River flows east into the sea. The biggest port is in Fengkui City, where business is very busy, injecting vitality and gold coins into the city. In such a time when the hot water can be poured out and frozen to the ground, the coachman's business is quite cold.

In the distance, a low snow fog spread from the hillside. The coachman blinked and confirmed again and again that the air was coming straight. Along the way, many people exclaimed, "monster, iron monster!" Such words.

The stable was soon hit by the snow and fog. The coachman had jumped out of the car to avoid the snow. At this time, there were only four or five bystanders around. They were staring at the wisps of frost and snow. The heavy fur of the horses in the stable was covered with thin ice beads, shining with the light of dawn. Their eyes were deep and comfortable. They lowered their heads to nibble at the hay in the manger, and began to eat No hurry. As the ice and fog dispersed, the iron monster that people called before also showed its tracks.

What a big guy!

Bigger than the most handsome horse, the rider was surprisingly strong.

"Do you know the way to the altar of boehia, my friend of the coachman?" Sitting on the locomotive, Lu Zhengkang waved to the driver who was stunned.

"Are you human..."

"Of course, it's human. Is it a ghost?" Lu Zhengkang smiles and pats the handle. The fire in the eyes of the sheep's skull is faint. It looks very evil, but it's also very cool.

After some troublesome and exhausting negotiations, Lu Zhengkang learned the specific road and bid farewell to the curious onlookers. Lu Zhengkang went up the danmo trail and passed two farms on gentle slopes. The field was bare. A goat suddenly ran out of the roadside Bush and was crushed by the wheel. Lu Zhengkang was quite helpless. This has happened many times. Before, some very small creatures such as rabbits and foxes were smashed by the wheel, so that the blood almost covered the front wheel, and he had to scrape it off with a sword.

After helping the unfortunate goat to deal with the leg injury, Lu Zhengkang impolitely brought it to the pure land. The sheep have new members.

Pure land is now a separate enclosure of animal husbandry area, cattle, sheep, rabbits and chickens. Some freshwater fish are also scattered in the fish pond. The former sea fish are all industriously numbered dead souls and made into dried fish and salted fish. Wolves are now very lazy, one by one like pigs, no wild, into a group of silly dogs, the big change, people can not help but smile.

The sun is coming out. After driving for a long time, the sky is gloomy overhead. On the right hand side is the rugged mountain. On the left side is the wide and cold mountain plain. The scenery is depressing. Fengkui city is always like this. The climate is very cold and humid, which makes people feel freezing.

At this time, a brightly lit wooden house appeared on the hillside. There was a lot of firewood piled in front of the door. There was a strong man chopping firewood. It was a tavern. The faint sound of conversation and laughter came, as if with the smell of sweet and heat. How comfortable would it be if I could go in and have a drink at such a cold time?

The firewood chopper raised his hand to his eyes and looked around for a while. He said hello to the rider. It happened that Lu Zhengkang had been driving all night and was very sleepy. He stopped the car as soon as possible. The flame in the sheep's head went out and the dead spirit was silent. It was even locked.

Entering the tavern, there were not many guests. In twos and threes, Lu Zhengkang had breakfast and asked for a room to sleep for half a day. In the middle of the sleep, he found that someone was touching his pocket.

He was a hooded thief. Seeing that Lu Zhengkang woke up, he immediately threatened: "you'd better not Ah

Break the hand that steals. The troll broke the thief's arm and threw him out of the room.

The next moment, a group of robbers with swords rushed in. They were the guests. It turned out that this was a black shop waiting for a rabbit. There is also a Brighton woman who is a half hanged mage. She raised her hand and rubbed a flash of lightning to kill Lu Zhengkang.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Lu Zhengkang came out of the shop, got on his bike and continued on his way.

The number is seventy-one.

After driving for nearly half an hour, the altitude gradually increased, and a collapsed tower appeared on the side of the road. There were a group of ice wolves inside. After whining twice, they did not dare to blow up the trolls.The tower was built by refugees from CHENFENG. Colorful flags were still hanging on the outer wall. Lu Zhengkang didn't have the heart to look at the ruins. When he saw the tower, he had to get off. According to the coachman, there was a path up the mountain nearby, winding up all the way.

Lu Zhengkang walked for nearly two hours, and finally heard the faint cry of killing. After another hour, he finally saw someone.

The open-air altar of boehia.

Standing on the cliff, the statue of terror is tall and terrifying. A flat place on the roadside is a gathering place for believers.

The believers, dressed in ragged and simple clothes, fight in a paddock with a wooden fence.

Several bandaged believers were watching the battle. A female Orc said hello to Lu Zhengkang, "Hello! Do you, too, come to the trial of boehia? "

The troll took off his cloak, untied his turban, revealed his third eye, and slowly raised his soul catching sword.

"Follow the instructions of the great hunting God Helsing," Lu Zhengkang said slowly and forcefully, "I will pave your blood for the biggest killing feast!"

The next moment, the cold light twinkles!

The orcs lie back to avoid the blade. The two people around them are not so lucky. They are cut off by the blade. Their lives are soon lost. Their souls are drawn out and put into a bag of soul stones in Lu Zhengkang's waist.

"Divine armor, divine weapon, divine power!"

God down to earth!

The blue air rushed out and enveloped the audience, and everyone was shocked by fear.

The aura of killing!

A bloodthirsty killer whale rushes into the bloody hunting ground. Those believers who please boyeshia with pain twist in madness and die in madness!

Three minutes later, Lu Zhengkang was left on the field.

Helsing's joyful laughter came faintly in the wind. The statue of boehia suddenly vibrated. The thick cloud in the sky was torn into a deep hole. A pair of venomous snake pupils were staring at Lu Zhengkang behind the cloud. The troll looked at him indifferently.

For a long time, the snake pupil disappeared.

Helsing's figure condenses a little bit from the unreal, and her body is majestic and extraordinary. In her hand, a ray of light is the soul of Garna.