Chapter 242: Calculator, troll charge

In the new week, the boy went to school hopefully, and Lu Zhengkang still sent him to the door.
With the Necronomicon locomotive, it is now very convenient to travel between Winterhold and the Tundra.
Looking at the vast ocean, Lu Zhengkang once again had an impulse-shipbuilding.
Build steamboats and go fishing.
This is a big project worthy of excitement, and Lu Zhengkang immediately put it on the agenda.
To build a steel fishing boat that can withstand wind and waves, it must have excellent metallurgy and forging capabilities. Lu Zhengkang intends to build the Necro Furnace that was once in the design.
The advantage of Necromancer technology lies in intelligence, which can make up for the defects of the technology itself to a considerable extent. Lu Zhengkang wants to build an automated furnace, which can design a large number of transmission structures, one by one, so that the entire furnace needs to be dead When the number of auras reaches the minimum, a large number of wise undead can also participate in the whole process, reducing the design difficulties.
Originally, Lu Zhengkang intended to minimize the amount of necromancers, but the monitor found that a group of bandits had climbed over the mountain pass and was rushing towards the ruins to the southeast.
This group of robbers obviously wanted to come to the tomb after hearing the ruins. The ghouls in that ruin were basically cleaned up by Lu Zhengkang, and they could get their belongings safely as long as they entered.
Lu Zhengkang couldn't agree that they would leave as soon as they came. It just happened to be saying that the number of dead spirits was a little short. Isn't this sent to the door? Moreover, he intends to let this group of bandits help him search the ruins-this matter has been delayed for a long time, so he has to deal with it as soon as possible.
The sun is shining today and the sea breeze is still blowing, but at least the temperature is not so low anymore. It is a good day for outings or killing. The troll man carried the necromancer, got on the locomotive, and marched southeast, until the entire ruins were within the monitoring range, and then he found a hillside to hide.
No. One honestly squatted beside the monitor, and Lu Zhengkang went into the pure land to continue his day's work.
The house will be completed in a week, and then there will be a long furniture manufacturing process. To be honest, with Lu Zhengkang's character, there is a bedding to make a home from all over the world, and it is quite annoying when you really start to design the decoration style.
In fact, he doesn’t have much choice. Combining his personality, the most suitable one is of course minimalism. The shape of the house itself is a square wooden block. Now that it wants a minimalist style, it must highlight a void. . The door is large, all objects are painted in black and white, and the wall of the door is hollowed out to make floor-to-ceiling windows to expose the spiral staircase to the bright background. The furniture in the room is reduced, just enough to leave a lot of space. All decorations must be complete, but not redundant. Maybe there should be a fireplace in the middle of the hall...
Lu Zhengkang pondered over here, number one used a mental link to warn that the target had entered the monitoring range.
It's still far, not in a hurry.
Lu Zhengkang continued to trim the log in his hand. It was about time to calculate, and he was about to go out. Suddenly, he numbered one and alerted again, and there was a new unexpected guest.
The troll man was quite surprised. He personally took over the information flow of the monitor. In an instant, the world became dark and depressed, and the outline of things was sharply highlighted. The living things were moving, the still life was shaking slightly, and the world became Abstract, the visual angle becomes concrete. Lu Zhengkang knew that everything he saw was not specific and complete. It was just a fantasy of the brain. After the real information flow is processed, some redundant details must be discarded to ensure its accuracy.
The colors are stripped, the still life is blurred, the directivity of spatial locations is strengthened, and dynamic objects are highlighted.
With a radius of hundreds of miles, all the sportsmen are watching.
There is a group of bandits to the northwest, marching southeast, about to touch a certain dew point of the ruins, while another person going northwest to the southeast, with a clear goal, that is, to the back door of the ruins.
Lu Zhengkang held the monitor and looked around.
The pale tundra is becoming more and more desolate, with light gray shadows, like a scene of death before dawn. The shape of the distant mountains is not very clear, only the outline is also dim, and like burnt iron ash. , Randomly piled up, the scene of the sky is even more desperate, with dark clouds covering the top. The original blue and clear sky seems to be ruled by the night, with the darkness of the hot thick slurry, the clouds are rolling like smoke, except for depression. See a little aftertaste.
Lu Zhengkang is not sure whether the sights he sees are projections from the depths of his heart, but he doesn't care about them. The music that he hears in his ears seems to have been overwhelmed and reorganized by a huge flow of information, changing from faint and soothing chords to palpitations An uneasy cold tone, and, in this tone, he vaguely heard a certain whisper, which was mixed in the end of the instrumental music...
The necromancer monitor magnified Lu Zhengkang’s perception, and he actually felt this kind of perspective for the first time. The usual tasks were solved by the necromancers. He didn’t know whether No. 1 and the sheep necromancers saw the same thing as him. Same, but the troll man clearly noticed some kind of gaze.
Not only is he observing others, but some existence is observing him.
Although Lu Zhengkang was in a calm mood, his body was trembling unconsciously, like some kind of dying stress response. Such uncontrolled situations are rare, and Lu Zhengkang is quite disgusted.
After meditation for a while, the troll man's body calmed down.
The unknown person who was watching him might have already shot at him, but Lu Zhengkang himself hadn't noticed it yet.
This discovery did not go beyond Lu Zhengkang's assumptions. Of course, he realized that such continuous auditory hallucinations were problematic. They were either mentally ill or were undermined, and the latter was more likely.
The troll man was silent ~EbookFREE.me~ He didn't know who his opponent was for the time being, and he didn't want to yell at him.
Facing the strong, the weak often do not have much choice.
People will go crazy for power and authority. Violence is almost an instinct engraved in nature. Lu Zhengkang is not immune. He also agrees with violence and iron blood, but he has his own personal habits in actual actions.
Good or bad is a social standard, and good and evil are nothing but moral standards. What Lu Zhengkang cares about is order, which is his criterion.
Construction is always more difficult than destruction, and the results of construction are often extremely precious. Lu Zhengkang understands the difficulty of order and civilization. He has always been like this. He hates the destroyers of order. However, he is lonely and does not have much favor for lawful people. The only thing that makes him cautious is innocence.
A boy is the beginning of a person, and the innocence is the beginning of the heart.
Lu Zhengkang knew that he would not be naive again, but he still wanted to become a romantic person.
Romantic people are often less sensible.
...
The bandits broke the lock on the front door of the ruins and filed in, while the one who went straight to the back door took away Lu Zhengkang's letter.
Lu Zhengkang let go of those who got the letter.
A day later, the bandits came out, carrying treasure chests, wooden barrels and cloth bags. They were heavy, and a group of ten of them set up tents on the tundra, seemingly to be renovated.
One of the thieves frowned. "Have you heard?"
The companions were immersed in the joy of wealth and almost lost their minds. Hearing this, they were just dumbfounded. A heavily armored Nord fighter asked: "What?"
"sound!"
"what sound?"
In the distance, the necromantic locomotive was moving at extreme speed. Although there was no sound, the earth trembled.
The troll man held the hideous horns and slowly lifted the giant axe...
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