Chapter 288: Respective efforts

This is a cold rainy night.
The torrential rain has poured in for two days and three nights, and it doesn't mean to stop for the time being.
The day is also dim, but after all, the sun will rise little by little behind the clouds, unstoppable, just like the logic of the world operation recognized by Jonas. The sun is here, bringing light, hope, heat, and new life. Even if it is covered by rain clouds, there will still be an unyielding light shining on the earth that silently endures the shadows.
Jonas gently peeled away the thin soil on the head of the grave and got out of the ground. There was no one around. He stood up straight, bathed in cold rain, and the mud on his body was washed away a little bit.
An Argonian slave from the Black Marsh in the southeast corner of Tamriel told Jonas some tricks to make a simple paralytic poison.
Five hours ago, the unbearable slaves rioted collectively and were quickly suppressed. The living returned to their cages, and the dead bodies were buried in the wasteland outside the winery. Jonas drank the paralytic poison, made a few cuts to himself, lay in the pile of corpses, and died together.
The sun rose, and he was born again.
The rain washed away some of the soil, revealing some pale bodies, without even a piece of clothing to cover the body, how to come into this world, how to return to nature.
Jonas blessed their dead souls, just as the kind Argonian blessed his life. He was a man who was given hope, so he survived.
"You see, life is so precious to a low-level life like us, we are even willing to play a game with death for it."
He chuckled, "Weak!"
"Don't you know what death is like?"
"On the contrary, I have seen many lowly microorganisms die under my claws."
"What is your past like?"
"You don't deserve to know."
"Do you still refuse to let me know you?"
"..." He was silent for a long time, and suddenly sighed anxiously, "Hurry up, time is running out."
Jonas went to the capital city, and he remembered that city, Markas City.
Before going there, he had two wishes, one was to find guards to rescue the slaves in the winery, and the other was to find his lost mother.
He didn't finish any of them.
This is a cold stone city, and the people in it are cold and not kind.
When he asked the guards for help, he was warned not to be troublesome, and asked the residents, they also sloppily perfunctory.
Jonas has never felt such a great frustration. What's funny is that when he was trekking alone in the wilderness, his hopes gave him infinite power, but after entering the town where humans gathered, his whole body was a little bit of strength. Take time out.
He angrily said: "Shameful! No honor!" This was reprimanding the guards.
"I remember very clearly that I died once to live, and took risks to live for more people. However, I found that everything was my wishful thinking."
He stopped talking, just secretly surging in angry emotions.
Jonas fled Markas because he saw the slave merchant. He doesn't know when he will return, but he knows that this matter will never disappear in his heart. This is his own revenge.
He asked: "You want revenge."
"of course."
"I also think, you see, this is what we have in common. As long as you entrust your body to me, I can kill the slave merchant and retrieve your female elders."
"That's my mother."
"To me, your social relationship is meaningless. How about it, you just nod your head and agree..."
"This is my revenge, do you understand? Mine."
"Ha ha ha, is there any difference between us?"
"Yes. And it's big."
"I thought that after so long of sharing weal and woe, we have become intimate."
"Together with joys and sorrows? No, as you said, you are a dragon, I am a human, my life is like the grass and mustard on the ground, and your life is more precious than gold. When you publish your long talk, I am right There is no interest in this, and when I talk about my own feelings, you don’t even bother. Yes, we are very different."
"So are you going to surrender, mortal?"
He chuckled twice, while he yelled angrily, and each fell silent.
...
Lu Zhengkang took the rune prescription and studied how to read the internal information.
After Zac’s Tower was completely removed by him, he took the time to take a peek at the ancient scrolls. Now Fang Dian’s method of reading is still unknown, and Septim indicates that he is still coma. Lu Zhengkang had to study it on his own, as if playing with a Rubik's Cube.
There are special patterns on the surface of the Fangdian. After paying attention, mental energy can be injected into the Fangdian along the pattern, but a specific order is required, otherwise the information perceived is meaningless garbled images.
He sat in the darkness beside the bed, trying to interpret repeatedly, without accident, and failed again and again.
Dilo slept on the stone bed behind Lu Zhengkang. He did not sleep well. He said a lot of sleep in the first half of the night. He woke up once in the middle of the night. He also tried to sleepwalk in the courtyard to visit Jonas, but he was stopped by Lu Zhengkang. .
Late in the night.
Dilo opened his eyes and looked at Lu Zhengkang's blurred back, "Is Jonah really all right?"
"He's okay, if you don't sleep anymore... I'll go see him~EbookFREE.me~You can go to sleep."
The courtyard was extremely cold. Lu Zhengkang came to the dragon soul Yonas when he was alive. He lowered his head and slowly raised his head after hearing the sound of footsteps. In the night, his eyes looked like a burning fire.
"Um..." He said vaguely.
The body of the Brighton boy was trembling, his face turned blue, and Lu Zhengkang, seeing the boy now, said that it was impossible not to feel guilty.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
Dragon Soul Jonas narrowed his eyes slightly, sneered incomparably.
Lu Zhengkang felt a huge frustration. Yes, sometimes misfortune happened one after another.
The dragon soul Jonas was afraid of death, but he also knew clearly that Lu Zhengkang was the passive one.
The golden life magic energy was continuously injected into Jonas' body, his face immediately improved, and the sneer in his eyes became clearer.
The troll man did not stop releasing the healing technique, and calmly looked at him.
Jonas, don't let me down.
...
The four gray beards quietly climbed the mountain trail in the dark.
They cannot persuade Lu Zhengkang to change his mind, but they also have their own methods.
The mountain road is rugged and windy. A few goats jump on the almost vertical rock wall, like the spirits of the mountain, but they are not after all. An old goat stumbled and fell into the sea of ​​clouds. Still noisy.
The masters reached the top of the Hosgar Peak.
Under the throat of the world, under the dome, the sky full of stars and moons are extremely brilliant, a huge black shadow swims between the galaxies, and then a dive, falling on the wide flat ground.
The aging gray body, the battle scars are as sculpted as a rock wall of merit, the bright light diffuses on his scales, his head is raised, his posture is unruly.
Ancient Dragon-Patunax.
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