Chapter 3: Worker’s Rest, Necromancer

　　 It took three hours to return to the tundra from the coast, and then to the high mountains to the west. A group of people set off before the sun rose in the morning. When they approached the destination, it was almost noon.
　　 A troll walked in front, followed by a pack of wolves, looking from a distance as if it were a shepherd with a flock.
　　Walking on a gentle slope, constantly raising it, and after a while, I can see that there are many collapsed stone pillars not far ahead. These are the remnants of history.
The Ancient Nords have built countless huge buildings, buried by time and wind and frost. In the Quaternary era, these magnificent human creations have become a dust pile of treasures, monsters and history. The owner here is gone. There are no more sincere worshippers. Those who come here are explorers with ulterior motives, tomb robbers, road bandits, evil wizards, and passers-by avoiding the wind and snow.
Two buildings stand on the edge of the tundra, which are quite far apart. The southeast is a large mausoleum complex, while the northwest is just a stone shack embedded in frozen soil. Compared with safety, Lu Zhengkang intends to go to the small building in the northwest. .
　　 This stone shack was a resting place for the workers who built the large southeast mausoleum. There are many ashlar pillars scattered around. It is almost integrated with the surrounding environment. If you turn your eyes slightly at an angle, you will ignore it, and even stand on a high place and look down. You can't see it at all. Its exterior looks like a vault, divided into inner and outer layers. The entrance was full of icicles, and firelight flickered from several stone windows. First release https://https://
　　 A Nord man wearing brown-gray studded fur and leather armor looked at the door. He was thin and numb. He kept moving his hands and feet to keep warm while he was watching. It is really a shame for Nords.
　　Lu Zhengkang and his party are from the side of the hillside, which has not been noticed by him yet.
　　 The troll patted the head of a strong male wolf next to him, pointed at the man, and the male wolf rushed out.
　　 This wolf is the most timid, Lu Zhengkang understands his temperament, and if he falls into a disadvantage, he will definitely run away.
　　 When the Nord saw an ice wolf attack, he drew out the iron long sword at his waist with his right hand, and took the leather shield at his feet with his left hand, and waited.
　　 Another man’s voice came from the stone shack, and the two exchanged briefly for a while, but Lu Zhengkang didn’t understand a word. He walked uphill quietly, stood on top of the stone shed, and looked down at the battle. Soon, another Brighton man with a sword in leather armor emerged from the shack. The two looked at each other and slowly approached the ice wolf.
Unsurprisingly, the male wolf who was judged as timid by Lu Zhengkang made several symbolic howls, and then turned his head frequently and looked in the direction of the wolf pack. This exposed the entire pack of wolves. Two adult men The male suddenly became a little flustered and kept shouting towards the shack.
Inside 　　 came a hoarse old man's voice, his tone was rather impatient, his voice was harsh like playing a broken flute.
　　 Lu Zhengkang gently waved to the pack of wolves, and they immediately gathered around, pressing on step by step.
The two at the door became more panicked. At this time, a dark-skinned orc warrior in heavy armor got out of the shack with his head down. He spit on the wolves, but unfortunately the wind direction was not good and was hit by the frozen saliva. There was a bang on the back of the Brighton man's head.
　　 The orc didn't mean to apologize. Instead, he rewarded two of them with a slap, and cursed a few words, meaning to let them go away.
　　 The tall orc warrior drew out his two-handed epee and launched a charge against the wolves. Lu Zhengkang waved his hands vigorously. The wolves scattered and fled, and the orcs were chasing him.
　　 The two timid swordsmen watched their companions chasing around on the snowy hillside rather idly.
　　 The orc turned his head, but saw a short troll standing on the shack, his face changed in fright, and he roared.
　　 "Be careful behind!"
　　 Lu Zhengkang leaped gently, grabbed the Brighton man’s neck with a probing hand, and gave him a manual lengthening operation. Now he can stuff a travel brochure between each cervical vertebra.
Another shame of the Nord saw the troll’s figure and was so scared that he threw away his sword and shield, wiped his head and ran. The troll leaped forward, leaped high, rolled forward and jumped over the deserter’s head. With a wave of his arm, the sharp claws tore the throat, blood burst from the aorta of the neck, and the sky seemed to be covered with red snow.
　　 Lu Zhengkang stood still and greeted the impact of the angry orcs.
　　 The orc slashed with his sword, as if throwing an iron door, Lu Zhengkang was covered by sword light.
　　 The troll man stepped back to let his sword open, and then rushed into the orc close to him, the orc raised his leg and kicked, Lu Zhengkang jumped up again and pressed the orc's thick thigh to make him lean forward.
　　 The orc warrior stared at the three-eyed head in front of him with his eyes wide open. This fierce beast is not ignorant and chaotic. Its ugly face is calm and natural, and bright sunlight is reflected in each eye. New 81 Chinese network update the fastest computer terminal: https://
　　 The troll waved its claws and pulled off the head.
　　 It was quiet outside the shed, the wolves screamed, and the cold wind hit the bones.
　　 An old man in a black hooded robe strode out of the stone shed. He has gray hair and wrinkles on his face. His complexion is very stinky, and his statute lines are extremely deep, and he knows that he is a mean person at first sight.
He saw Lu Zhengkang’s first reaction with surprise. The old man slipped and crawled back into the shack. Lu Zhengkang picked up the leather shield and the long sword, waved it lightly, grinned, and immediately he Strode to chase the old man.
The rapid murmurs echoed continuously. Lu Zhengkang walked into the main entrance. The stone shed has two floors. The outer ring is circular and the inner is round. If you want to enter the inner layer, you can turn through the wide stone windows, or walk halfway through the outer ring. Circle into the door.
　　 The troll stood quietly outside the stone window and stared at the old man. The inner layer was burning with a bonfire. There was a dried corpse on the ground in front of the old man. He raised his hands, and his palm lit up with a blue magical aura.
　　 This is a necromancer.
　　 Lu Zhengkang stepped sideways across the stone window.
　　 The old mage's tone was more urgent, and he was not chaotic when he was in danger. A corpse was recovered and hit the corpse in front of him.
This is the corpse of an Ancient Nord warrior. It should have been stolen from the tomb in the southeast. It was hit by the power of spells, and the ribbed chest glowed with blue light~EbookFREE.me~ as if there was something inside. A core was beating in refutation, and even this core directly dragged the corpse into flight.
　　 Lu Zhengkang watched the whole process thoughtfully, watching the mage's expression change from flustered to calm, and even now that the corpse was resurrected, he was slightly proud.
The ancient Nord warrior's wrinkled eyeballs shot out blue gloomy light. It turned around in the air, with its feet on the ground, drew out the thousand-year-old stainless black and green long sword in his hand, and knocked on the chest with the spine of the sword. The iron armor made a clattering sound, seeming to be inviting a strong enemy. The arrogance of the ancient Nords was like the iron wall of Changshan.
　　 Lu Zhengkang's throat rolled with a deep laugh, and he lifted his sword to pierce the head of the resurrected ghoul.
　　 The ghoul moved swiftly, turned his head slightly, and then slashed at the long arm of the troll.
　　 The mage cast a change-type wood armor technique on the side, covering his body with a layer of light cyan shimmer. Then he rubbed another destruction spell, his hands were burning, and he quietly walked to the side to attack Lu Zhengkang, but the next second, the troll threw a long sword, broke the wizard's armor, penetrated into the chest, and nailed it. On the wall.
"what--!"
　　 The severe pain made the old man unable to concentrate, and he was dying.
　　Lu Zhengkang didn't have a long sword, and he didn't panic. Although the ghoul's body surface was as tough as wood, its movements were swift and powerful, but the joints were stiff and the swordsmanship was already rough. This time it was even more flawed.
The troll looked at the right time, disarmed him, then tripped the ghoul, pressed its chest, filled it with old fists, after a slam, the gloomy light in the ghoul's eyes slowly dimmed, and at this time, it was only half of it. The bones are intact.
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