Chapter 316

In the chaotic annihilation channel, Lu Zhengkang is falling rapidly, surrounded by twisted blood shadows. They interweave a huge outline of horror and sorrow, and the overlapping outline is like a network of lines with scattered longitude and latitude. Everything is still hidden in the deep layer that can not be touched. Only the occasional glimpse of the startled goose, the sparkling reflection, the gray line of sight, all kinds of things are telling the unknown and imitative Buddha implies violence, slaughter, betrayal, and death.

The crazy murmur sounded in Lu Zhengkang's ear. It was a layer of calm orchestral music, a layer of irritable murmur, and between the two tunes, the faint, seemingly indifferent sound of cold water drops.

The world hides the seeds of destruction in order, and all these tragedies are just meaningless fatalistic waves.

In this way, Lu Zhengkang feels that the tune is becoming more and more intense, and the grand battle is approaching. That is the invitation of boehia, and no one can refuse it. Similarly, behind the disaster, there will be the reward of the devil - as long as he can survive.

Fall, he saw the end of the passage is a twisted wall of gray red snake, he hit it, smashed!

……

Still water flows deep.

Flesh and bone, a little bit eaten by greedy snakes, rustling scales friction sound, Gudong Gudong swallowing sound, hissing spitting sound, countless snakes play blasphemous songs.

Soon everything calmed down.

……

Lu Zhengkang's consciousness gradually wakes up.

It was a unique dream. He twisted his neck and looked around. After a gray cloud, there was a light blood light. There was a light putrid smell in the air. The earth was dark and chapped, like a burnt turtle shell. It was undulating, with many depressions and cracks.

There are many disordered black towers scattered in groups in all directions. Lu Zhengkang carefully observed that the surface of these towers is delicate and glossy, and some of them are wrapped with huge snake shaped sculptures. There are many kinds of sculptures, which seem to come from different times. Some of them are simple and some are lifelike.

Generally speaking, these towers are like broken relics, which can't give people a sense of civilization and order. Instead, they are like the chaotic scenes left behind by the evil gods after the terrorist ceremonies, with countless godless bodies lying on them.

Lu Zhengkang waited for a while, the aura faded away, and the familiar voice rang out.

"Meet again, bold mortal. I said that you will be drawn into my snake mountain to participate in the most painful hell trial. Now, my promise has been fulfilled. In a way you don't want to accept, ha ha, arrogant as you, leaving akatosh's dragon fire barrier is like a chicken walking into the storm. Can you still keep your posture? Hum, ha ha

Lu Zhengkang gently clenched his right hand and did not speak.

Boyeshia said maliciously: "mortal, you will participate in the blood race as a Nord. If you can win, you can get a reward. If you can't, leave the body. I will revive you and turn you into a family member. Then I will assign you to kill the useless believer of Helsing. What do you think?"

Lu Zhengkang nodded, "I hope you have your word."

Boyeshia laughed, his voice was loud and harsh, "great! right on! Keep your confidence, because the higher the flowers are, the more gorgeous they are

As he whispered and retreated, Lu Zhengkang suddenly felt a huge force coming from all directions and penetrating into his body. First there was a huge sense of squeezing, and then there was a sense of suffocation.

The troll transfiguration was forcibly cancelled, and Lu Zhengkang was squeezed into human form. Once he tried to transfigure again, huge pressure would come instantly, making transfiguration impossible.

A five foot tall Nord boy. This is what he is now. That's what boyeshia meant by fighting as a Nord.

Lu Zhengkang waved his fist.

Hard work's practice results are still there, but without the solid foundation of troll's body, the effect will be reduced. In the past, troll's skin was like iron and bone was like steel, which could resist the cleavage of sword, but now it can't. although the skin is tough as thick glue, it will be scratched by the blade of fine steel.

In addition, the enchantment tattoo is distorted due to the change of body shape, and can't be activated except for an underwater breath.

Lu Zhengkang thought for a moment and waved his hand to take out the little boy's mecha from the pure land. Suddenly, boyeshia's surprise came to his ear, "exquisite creation, how did it appear? However, I'm not going to let you use these cheating methods, hehe! "

The ground under the little boy's feet suddenly cracked, and a python opened its mouth to swallow the mecha, but Lu Zhengkang waved his hand again and took it back.

Pojehia did not speak.

Lu Zhengkang sighed. The pure land is very safe. Even the devil can't peep at it. Even if he is defeated in the blood race, he can choose to hide in the pure land. There is no danger to his life. However, it means that he will be trapped in the snake mountain.

He is not alone, his responsibility is to tell him -

must win!

……

After walking in Sheshan for a long time, Lu Zhengkang attached to the edge of a huge crack and slowly moved to the tower group in the distance.

The venue of the ten ethnic groups' blood competition is the whole Snake Mountain area. You can kill people when you meet them. There's no mistake.At the end of the horizon, a small figure came out of a tower, just like a sesame seed, shaking. I don't know whether it's approaching or turning blindly in the same place. Lu Zhengkang also walked towards the man.

His clothes were for Jonas. Some of them were too long, but some of them were too tight. They were not very comfortable to wear. There was also a cloak with a lot of flying swallows hidden in the dark pocket. A slender sword, four and a half feet long and one and a half inches wide, is tied on its back. It is oval in cross section and half inches thick at the ridge. It is made of ebony. It is simple in shape, densely covered with bright gray patterns, mysterious and beautiful. It weighs 113 pounds. It never needs a second cut to split a man in two.

In a word, these black sandalwood are still contributed by the dead ghosts in the ancient tombs, which is very commemorative.

As the top king of didera, boyeshia's territory is also surprisingly large, comparable to small land. Lu Zhengkang and the man on the horizon approached each other. It took him about 20 minutes to see the clear outline of both sides.

It was an orc, bare chested, with long black hair and braids, long knives in both hands, and steady steps.

After another 20 minutes, it was like a transparent rope pulling them closer. The closer they were, the tighter they were. Both sides looked at each other. The orc soldiers' eyes were cold. Lu Zhengkang didn't hesitate because he was a child. For such a man, his Sabre technique must be indomitable.

It's getting closer and closer, from slow walking to fast walking, then running, then sprinting!

Lu Zhengkang draws out his huge sword, and the orc raises his double swords.

Cold light splashes like the moon!

Suddenly, they turned their backs to each other.

One second, two seconds.

Lu Zhengkang put away his sword.

Two Orc corpses fell to the ground, splashing with humble dust.