Vol 2 Chapter 344: Challenge of the Ebony Warrior

After listening to the adventurous story of the maintenance bug, Serana smacked her lips, still feeling a little bit more.
"So that bug became a new god? Just like those star orphans? Wow, now think about it, the plot of your story is actually an adaptation of various myths."
Lu Zhengkang argued, "No, I really didn't think about it at the time. You should not force this story to match your own knowledge. That would be too coincidental."
After they argued for a while, Serana suddenly yawned. She said that she was a little sleepy. While she was talking, she stepped on the table and fluttered like willow catkins in the breeze. Over the top of Lu Zhengkang's head, he threw himself on the bed with a skillful gesture. Selana rolled her bed, squinted her eyes and said softly, "Ah, I'm asleep, good night baby."
Lu Zhengkang was a little boring. There was an "Opus37" in the eleven-tone brass umbrella. The soft and cold piano music had accompanied him to sleep for countless nights. Lu Zhengkang blew out the croissant lamp on the table, and the room was surrounded by warm darkness. Selana sighed peacefully, like a cat full of food and comfort. She tried to wrap the quilt tightly, her face shone with a gleam. , Like Saikunda's constant gaze for thousands of years.
Lu Zhengkang came to the bed and whispered in Selana's ear: "I'm out for a stroll, the umbrella is here, you just need to sleep well, eh?"
"Yeah, know-do-la..." Serrana pretended to be cute, suddenly opened her eyes, and the brilliant eyes made Lu Zhengkang stunned. The vampire stretched out her hand and grabbed the troll man's nose, "seeing those beautiful girls Remember to think of me in your heart! Huh?"
Lu Zhengkang replied angrily, "Of course, of course, go to sleep."
Selana retracted her fingers and closed her eyes again. Lu Zhengkang gently stroked her chest, a heart beating quickly, this feeling...
Lu Zhengkang hugged his girl from behind in the snowy train station, and Lu Zhengkang turned around. The girl's face seemed to be covered with mist, but when you look closely, it was Serana's face.
"I will definitely think of you."
When Lu Zhengkang went out, their room was on the second floor. As soon as they walked out of the soundproof field, the laughter downstairs almost shook his head.
A Brighton bard was playing the piano and singing, and guests were applauding and beating for him. The sound of hula-la’s pushing cups and changing cups was like rapidly spinning dice, and the strong aroma of wine and food was burned by the hot flames in the fire. It was hot and filled every tiny gap in the tavern. In the golden fire, the hair of the Nords is shiny, the skins of the high elves and wood elves are shiny, the scales of the Argonians are shiny, the eyes of the Bretons are shiny, and the scalp of the orcs is shiny, The tigers are like a bunch of comfortable hairballs in the sun, but the red guards and dark elves act as shadows. If they weren't wearing clothes, maybe people would not find them around.
Lu Zhengkang walked through the crowd, said hello to the enthusiastic boss, then opened the door and walked to the snowy night street.
The moonlight is bright, and the guards are patrolling the streets with torches like fire snakes. Young people will hang out with a candlelight on such nights. The crowds on the golden tree are denser and you can hear them from a distance. A man was preaching loudly.
"Oh! Great Ismir, the northern dragon, we honor your holy name, call you the Holy Spirit, the great Talos..."
Lu Zhengkang was attracted by this high-pitched and passionate voice. Next to the golden tree, there is a twenty-six-foot-tall bronze statue of Talos. This war is holding a long sword and stepping on a giant snake, overlooking the world, majestic. A man in a brown-yellow priest's robe raised his arms in a gesture of embracing the sky, and uttered high-intensity compliments.
Lu Zhengkang stood behind the priest and watched for a while. The statue of Talos under the moonlight was more different than that seen during the day. The mottled rust was like historical moss, and the gaps in the armor were covered with strong vitality. Shuttle within.
The priest who was praising the grace of God, his body was surging like a tide, resonating with the god, like a war drum, making the onlookers feel the tremor of the soul.
A young man's voice came from Lu Zhengkang's side, "This person is very interesting, right." He spoke in Nordic with a very positive accent.
Lu Zhengkang was taken aback. He didn't notice the visitor, but turned his head to see an Ebony Warrior who was almost the same height as the Trollman.
"May I ask you are?"
Ebony Warrior: "I am a person who pursues challenges. I think you are very good. I hope you can have a duel with me. You know, one standing and one lying down, how about?"
When this person speaks with a steady breath, simple and straightforward words, the sense of confidence comes to his face, wearing an airtight ebony heavy armor, and his stature is too high, giving people the feeling of Chongshan Iron Wall. The fan of the stock master makes Lu Zhengkang very fond of.
"It couldn't be better, time and place, you decide." The troll man grinned, white teeth reflecting the moonlight, shuddering like a cold blade against the person's throat.
"Three days later, when Saikunda rose from the peak of Hosgarh, I was waiting for you in the Yinfeng Basin outside the city." The Ebony Warrior finished speaking, and turned to leave. The tall figure disappeared into the crowd carrying lanterns in the dark. It was like a shadow of a dark cloud flying into the galaxy and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Lu Zhengkang took a deep breath, clenched his fist, then let go, then clenched his fist again.
That person is different.
Unlike anyone who is often seen in the past, even the champion warrior of Boyekia, he can’t be compared with him. He is too strong, and his heart is soaring up to the sky as if he has penetrated Mondas, high above, overlooking the world, Lu Zhengkang looks back at that The statue of Talos ~EbookFREE.me~ The eyes of the statue are blank and silent, but the posture is exactly the same.
"Brother Wu Mu, who are you?" Lu Zhengkang murmured. He knew that the Ebony warrior, in the game, he might meet him when his character reached level 80, and then he would be challenged.
It will be a hearty and hard fight.
...
Jonas found that his little friends were all nervous recently.
Each of them either hunched their waists and peeked around, or they made strange laughs from time to time, and there was also the kind of bitter and deep hatred. Although everyone is not normal at ordinary times, for a scholar who studies magic, being affected by magical power is very important. It's common, but it's very weird that a group of people are so concentrated and abnormal.
He went to Fa Lauda instructor to report the situation, but the high elf female mage said that everything was normal, and she also said that she had no distractions and had a good understanding of the profound elemental way.
Speaking of the way of the elements, Jonas's lungs were blown up, and he had been intensively studying the words in the book for the past two days, but he had no clue. He went to the old orc man in the library for advice, and was ridiculed by this guy mercilessly. .
"Hahaha, you are really stupid than one, I have never seen an apprentice with such a poor savvy! How can other people be like you entering Baoshan without gaining anything..."
Jonas frowned. "Others? Are there many?"
"Of course, there are one or two every year, "Elemental Force" is not only to be seen with eyes, but also to be heard with ears!"
Jonas recalled the note in the dictionary-"This is just a joke of unscrupulous teachers".
Teacher Faruda’s gentle and encouraging eyes are still fresh in his memory. The boy shook his head. How could it be a joke from the mentors? This is a test. It seems that he needs to work harder!
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