: 293 Snake Mountain

In the chaotic annihilation channel, Lu Zhengkang is falling rapidly, surrounded by distorted scarlet shadows, they are intertwined with a huge silhouette of horror and sorrow. Only the occasional glimpse, the shimmering reflection, the gray line of sight, everything is telling the unknown, as if it implies violence, slaughter, betrayal, and death.
A frantic whisper sounded in Lu Zhengkang's ears, under a layer of calm orchestral music, a layer of violent noise, and between these two tunes, there was a looming, cold water drop.
The world hides seeds of destruction in order, and all these tragedies are just meaningless waves of fate.
That's it. Lu Zhengkang felt the tune become a little bit exciting, and the grand battle was approaching. It was Boyekia’s invitation. No one could refuse. In the same way, there will be a reward from the demon behind the catastrophe—as long as he can live. Come down.
When he fell down, he saw a distorted wall of gray and red snakes at the end of the passage. He slammed into it, and his body was broken!
...
Still water flows deep.
Flesh and bones are being devoured by greedy snakes, rustling scales rubbing, cooing swallowing, hissing spit, countless snakes sing profanity.
Soon, everything calmed down.
...
Lu Zhengkang's consciousness slowly became clear.
It was a unique dream. He twisted his neck and looked around. After a gray cloud, there was a faint blood leaking out. There was a faint rancid smell in the air. The earth was dark and cracked as if it had been burned. The shell of the tortoise is undulating, with depressions and cracks.
The black towers with chaotic shapes are sparsely distributed in groups, and are found in all directions. Lu Zhengkang takes a closer look. The surface of these towers is delicate and shiny. Some of the outer edges of the towers are wrapped with huge snake-shaped sculptures. There are many kinds, as if from different eras, some have simple lines and some are lifelike.
In general, these high towers seem to be broken relics, which do not give people a sense of civilized order, but are like the messy scenes left after the horror ceremony of the evil god, with countless godless bodies lying down.
Lu Zhengkang waited for a while, the auditory hallucinations in his ears gradually faded, and a familiar voice sounded.
"Meeting again, bold mortal, I said that you will be drawn into my snake mountain and participate in the most painful trial of hell. Now, my promise has been fulfilled, in a way that you are unwilling to accept, huh Haha, you are as arrogant as you, leaving Akatosh’s dragon fire barrier, like a chick walking into the storm, can you keep your posture? Hum, haha!"
Lu Zhengkang clenched his right hand lightly, without speaking.
Boyehia said maliciously: "Mortal, you will participate in the blood competition as a Nord. If you can win, you can get rewards. If you can't, then leave the body behind, and I will resurrect you and transform you. As a dependent, and then you are assigned to kill the trash believer in Helsing. What do you think?"
Lu Zhengkang nodded, "I hope you can believe it."
Boyehia laughed, her voice high and harsh, "Excellent! Excellent! Keep your confidence, because the higher the flower, the more gorgeous it blooms!"
Whispering retreated, Lu Zhengkang suddenly felt a huge force rushing from all directions, seeping into his body, first there was a huge squeezing sensation, followed by a suffocating suffocation.
The troll transformation was forcibly cancelled, and Lu Zhengkang was squeezed into a human form. Once he tried to transform again, huge pressure would instantly come, making the transformation impossible.
A five-foot-tall Nord boy, this is his current form. Boyehia originally meant this to participate in the battle as a Nord.
Lu Zhengkang shook his fist.
The results of hard work are still there, but without the solid foundation of the body of a troll, the effect is diminished. Trolls used to have skin as iron and bone as steel, able to withstand the chopping of swords, but now they can't. Although the skin is as tough as thick glue, it will be scratched by the blade of stainless steel.
In addition, enchanting tattoos are distorted due to changes in body shape, and cannot be activated except for an underwater breath.
Lu Zhengkang thought for a while and waved his hand to take out the boy’s mecha from the pure land. Suddenly he heard Poyexia’s shock, "How did it appear, a subtle creation? However, I don’t plan to let you use these. Cheating means, ha ha ha!"
The ground under the boy's feet suddenly cracked, and a giant python opened its mouth to devour the mecha, but Lu Zhengkang waved his hand again and took the mecha back.
Boyahia did not speak.
Lu Zhengkang sighed. The Pure Land is very safe, and even the Devil God cannot peek 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, but that means being trapped in Snake mountain.
He is not alone, his responsibility is to tell him--
Must win!
...
After walking in Snake Mountain for a long time, Lu Zhengkang moved slowly to the distant tower group against the edge of a huge crack.
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At the end of the horizon, a small figure walked out of a tower, like a sesame seed, shaking, not knowing whether it was approaching or turning around in place, Lu Zhengkang also walked towards that person.
The clothes on his body were prepared for Jonas, some were too long, and some were tight at the same time, they were not very comfortable to wear, and there was a cloak with many swallows in the sleeves hidden in his secret pocket. There is a slender giant sword tied to the back, four and a half feet long, one and a half inches wide, oval cross section, half an inch thick at the spine, made of black sandalwood, simple in shape, densely covered with bright gray patterns, mysterious and beautiful, weighing 100 Three pounds, it never takes a second time to split a person in half.
Speaking of which, these ebony are still contributed by the ghouls in the furnace-covering ancient tomb, which is quite memorable.
As the top Didra king, Boyahia's territory is also surprisingly large, comparable to a small land. Lu Zhengkang and the man on the horizon approached each other, and it took more than twenty minutes to see the clear outline of both sides.
It was an orc, shirtless and topless, with thick black hair tied in many braids, holding a long knife in each hand, and walking steadily.
After walking for another twenty minutes, it was like a transparent rope pulling the two closer. The closer they got, the tighter they were. The two sides looked at each other. The orc warrior's eyes were cold, not because Lu Zhengkang was a child. There is half hesitation, for such a person, his sword skills must be infinitely forward.
Getting closer and closer, the two sides went from slow walking to fast walking, then started running, and then sprinting!
Lu Zhengkang drew out the great sword, and the orc raised his double swords.
The cold light is like a moon!
Suddenly they crossed, the two turned their backs to each other.
One second, two seconds.
Lu Zhengkang put away the giant sword.
The two corpses of the orcs fell to the ground, splashing humble dust.
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