Chapter 240: The decline is hopeless, late-night motorcycle racing

It takes a day’s journey in the usual way, and now it’s less than two hours. The mudflats along the way are wet, gravel, undulating, and rugged. If it weren’t for Lu Zhengkang’s enough springs, it’s just a trip. Can't ask for it.
Thanks to the barrier technique that resisted the strong wind, otherwise the car would be tortured.
Brakes, tires brake, and the steam turbine stops working. It took more than ten meters before it really stopped.
Lu Zhengkang jumped out of the car and bent over to look at the mudguard of the locomotive. The road conditions were so bad that it was a headache. The silt directly filled the seams of the tires. There was a thick layer on the mudguard. The troll sighed. In one sigh of relief, first throw the car into the sea, wash it up, and then receive it in the pure land. Let's walk for a while.
This time he postponed his departure for half a day, but arrived half a day earlier and set off in the evening. Now it is not midnight. The barkeeper was very surprised when he saw him. Lu Zhengkang was even more surprised when he saw the situation in the bar. There were so many people in the bar at midnight, everyone. He was laughing and drinking and eating barbecue, and he cheered immediately when he saw the black robe troll.
Lu Zhengkang ignored these extremely boring crowds and went straight to the counter to say hello to the boss. After asking why it was so lively, he learned from the boss that it was because of the end of the month, and most of the living people in Winter Fort had arrived.
As soon as he turned his head, the lord who was drinking silently in the corner smiled at Lu Zhengkang, the troll nodded in return, and without the mood of chatting, went to rest in his exclusive room.
There is no soundproofing in the tavern. Those chaotic noises poured into the room unreservedly. These drunken Nords were nothing more than scolding the empire for treachery and angering the sinister villains of the ancestor Shenzhou Somo. Just sing and dance in the hall. The troll man sat on the bed leaning against the wall, folded his hands on his chest, and quietly closed his eyes and took a nap.
For him, he can fall asleep whatever he wants. Everything that happens outside can be regarded as non-existent, but he didn't sleep for long and woke up after a few hours. Without opening his eyes, Lu Zhengkang was thinking about magic.
In the middle of the night, the tavern quieted down. As soon as midnight was the new month, the tavern owner came and knocked on the door. Lu Zhengkang was already asleep and he simply opened the door to welcome him.
"The next seeding month is here, and the Nine Holy Spirits wish you always happy. Let's have a drink!"
Lu Zhengkang thanked him, took the white iron wine glass, lifted the face towel, and drank a good cup of honey.
Sweet, full-bodied, without stabbing the throat at all, this wine is better than usual.
"It's delicious."
The boss listened happily, and raised his wine glass, "Black thorn honey wine, the best in the sky, can be compared to the honey wine produced by Xueman Winery, it is very difficult to get it, and I only have One bottle."
Lu Zhengkang smiled, "I will also make wine and drink in the future, and I will bring it to you to taste."
"My pleasure, Mr. Foodie."
The two sat in the room and slowly finished a bottle of honey wine. During the chat, Lu Zhengkang said that he would not leave to cook today. Although the boss regretted, he did not try to keep it. He got up after the bottle bottomed out. Goodbye, "Good night, good dreams."
"Good night you too."
The tavern fell silent, and only a few low-pitched snoring noises came from the guest rooms, how lively it was, and how depressed it is now.
Winter Fort is a village shrouded in wind and snow. Uncovering this white layer, you can see the flame-like enthusiasm of the residents, but after really deep into the scorching red, you will find that it is truly pale.
Fading, decay, and bitter cold, a model in a crystal ball, people burn their passion, use alcohol and song as a combustion aid, and try to release a little light and heat, so that more people can see hope, even if it is insignificant.
Lu Zhengkang also thought about saving this once glorious city, but he couldn't help it. No one can beat winter, so no one can save Winterhold.
Unless it is a large number of immigrants moving in, it is impossible for the old, weak, sick and disabled Winter Castle to survive.
These are the things that the lord of Winterhold should worry about. It has nothing to do with the troll man. After all, he is just an outlier now.
Jiujin came fast and walked fast. Lu Zhengkang stopped his galloping thoughts, got up and went out, turned his head to look at the counter, the boss was sleeping on it, snoring low.
Firewood was filled with firewood, and the room was warm and warm. Lu Zhengkang gently opened the door, and the wind and snow poured in. He rushed in from the gap in the robe, making the trolls feel a little cold, and he tightened his body tightly. He walked into the cold street, turned around and closed the door.
Today is the first day of the second planting month, and the Winter Fortress is still cold.
Happily, the night is good tonight, there is no snow, but the wind is still strong. Stratus was blown away by the strong wind from the high altitude, and the huge holes were blown away. When you raised your head, you could see a corner of Mather and the whole picture of Saikunda. It was still early, and Lu Zhengkang found a stone on the side of the road and sat down and looked at the stars for a while.
After doing this for a long time, suddenly the blue and purple aurora came out behind the cloud, which was extremely beautiful, like the rushing river of light in the kingdom of heaven, rippled and swayed back and forth.
After sitting for a while, calculating that the time was almost time, Lu Zhengkang got up, patted his numb cheeks~EbookFREE.me~ and walked towards the college.
Jonas stood waiting for him under the vault of the stone bridge, beside the conscientious Faruda.
"Hello, Master." Lu Zhengkang greeted Ms. High Elf and took the boy's hand and walked outside the Winter Fort.
"Sir, won't you go to the pub this time?"
Lu Zhengkang smiled mysteriously, "You have been here for so long, do you want to take a stroll around?"
"miss you!"
Walking down the mountain all the way to the coast, Lu Zhengkang took out the necromantic locomotive, and the boy caught his cold and punk appearance at a glance, "So beautiful! What is this?"
"Motorcycle." Lu Zhengkang muttered a new word. He slapped his right hand on the skull of the sheep on the front of the car. Number four rushed into the locomotive from the pure land. The blue necromancer could burn like a flame on the surface of the locomotive. Two pillars of fire spurted from the eyeholes of the sheep's skull, and then burned low.
"Wow!" Jonas was stunned.
"Come, get in the car!"
The troll man sat in front, grabbing the horns with both hands, and the boy sat in the back and looked around.
"Hold my waist, or I'll fly you away!"
"What do you mean?" Although Jonas didn't understand why he was thrown into the air, he still bound Lu Zhengkang's waist tightly. The troll man was almost cut off by the boy's vigor, but he didn't say a word and died. The tyrannical metal tires of the Hexagon began to spin. As the engine's power increased, it became faster and faster, but within ten seconds, it turned into a brilliant thunder.
The enchantment technique blocked the wind, the boy watched the mountain wall on his right hand turned into a long blurred line, and the coastline of the Sea of ​​Undead on the left hand was also constantly twisting. Everything was quiet and silent, and Jonas couldn't help shouting.
For the boy, at this moment, it seemed as if the body was scattered and the world was reborn.
For the troll man-he is almost strangled!