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Lu Zhengkang grabbed his back and grabbed the boot spurs, and then directly pulled off the thieves' shoes one by one, revealing a pair of purple feet, which seemed to be a female dark elf. After taking off his shoes, the smell of sweat in the air suddenly became thick, and the trollman couldn't help rolling his eyes three times.

The thief still did not wait to be killed. He flicked his hands backwards, and each shot a sleeve arrow. Lu Zhengkang released the right hand of his throat and leaned back to avoid the dark arrow. A cold light passed, and the cold metal cut through the spider silk mask, sticking to it. The troll man's flat facial features slid, and at the end he broke his hood, flipped his dagger, and stabbed straight down.

Lu Zhengkang was unwilling to kill, so he stepped back a few steps, and two pieces of silk cloth fell. He gently touched his cheek. There was a thin scratch on his ugly face, which healed instantly.

The dark elf thief stood up, and picked up his longbow by the way. It was a black, beautifully sculpted weapon. The silent poisonous arrow came out through this superb creation.

"The second time, Elf!" Lu Zhengkang warned.

The other party was looking suspiciously at the iconic face of the troll man, and couldn't help but sigh in Dunmore (dark elf language): "Nocktunal (one of the demon gods, Lady Dark Night) is here, what do I see? ?A talking beast?"

Lu Zhengkang frowned and looked even more evil.

At this time, the **** smell on the thief's body was already very strong, her waist and abdomen were oozing blood, and the troll's foot inadvertently kicked her wound. The continued blood loss made her weak, and her dark purple face revealed nothing Naturally pale yellow, the body is shaky.

Lu Zhengkang asked again, in a cold tone, "surrender or die?"

The thief squinted her eyes. At this moment, her vision was blurred, and her bow hands drooped unconsciously, but her reply was calm and calm, in common language: "You said it was for money? I can hire you and give you a big deal. For money, just accompany me to kill someone."

"I will not leave the Winterhold collar."

"The pay will be very generous."

"You can attract the enemy, and I will kill the enemy."

"Beast! Conquer your arrogance, the champion warrior of Lady Dark Night standing in front of you, the holy watcher, the king of thieves—Nightingale!" The woman spoke faster and faster, she wanted to finish all the words in one breath. "And that enemy is also a powerful Nightingale. If you don't work together, there is only a dead end. I call you in the name of the great Nocturnal..."

Before the words fell, the woman who claimed to be a Nightingale collapsed to the ground.

The atmosphere is dead.

Suddenly, a ring of fire spread from her body, forming a ring of fire on the ground to surround the dark elves.

This is the wrath of the ancestors, racial talent.

Loving ancestors will protect children and grandchildren even after death, which is an amazing feature.

The flame element hovered around the fire ring of Ancestor's Wrath for a while, extinguishing the fire, leaving only a faint dim golden halo on the surface, which was the unquenchable soul of the dead.

Lu Zhengkang approached slowly and stepped into the aperture slowly without any damage.

He squatted down to observe, and determined that the dark elf thief was unconscious, then removed the opponent's armor and exposed the wound.

Except for a few small wounds that have basically healed, what is constantly bleeding is a sword wound. It looks like it has not been decayed but has been artificially cut off. After a simple suture treatment, it has not yet received good treatment.

Lu Zhengkang searched the bag around the thieves' waist and found some poison bottles, a little needle and thread and some fresh plants, three blue mountain flowers, two yellow mountain flowers, and two bunches of hanging moss.

Everything in this world is full of magical energy, and everything has its own characteristics. Often the weeds on the roadside are also good alchemy materials.

If the same as in the game, these three plants are beneficial to the body's recovery.

Lu Zhengkang took a portion and tasted it, and it was warm after it entered the stomach. After confirming the validity, it was crushed to feed the thieves.

Still bleeding.

Take stitches and suture the wound.

It's still bleeding, the extravasation is much less, I don't know if it is effective or it is almost draining.

The troll person scratched his head, and the clever woman could not cook without rice, and he had no internal strength, and would not restore magic. What can I do, it cannot be saved.

The dark elf's injury was likely to have touched the internal organs, and simple treatment would be powerless.

Now, there is only one way to survive, and that is Lu Zhengkang's animalization disease-the blood of the troll!

The troll can recover his body at a high speed. This small injury is just sprinkling water, but the consequences must be considered. Beastization is the power of the demon **** Helsing, and the wounded are the dependents of Nocturnal, one of the demon gods. If the dark elves accept this power, it is likely to have some undesirable consequences. It is up to people to decide whether to choose to live or to be pure.

...

An imperial man crouched at the table, struggling to write.

The dark elf thief stood silently behind him, looking at the soft, moon-like light in the horn lamp on the table. A little candlelight flickered in the hollow ochre yellow horns, and it swayed slightly. Is it swaying with the man's breathing?

Maybe not.

The man wrote silently, the strokes of the black feather pen and the paper surface of the papyrus squeezed each other, making a soft, low hissing sound.

Surrounded by the deadly and cold night, or in other words, the death of the deadly soul is finally annihilated ~ www.readwn.com ~ so many whereabouts after death. Tears flowed from the dark elf's eyes, Gallus, did you not reach the ebony pond of Lady Dark Night after all? Do you hurt here? Will it be cold?

The man suddenly laughed and began to hum a melodious song.

In the endless low and endless joyful tunes, the soul of the female thief flies away with her body. She is farther and farther away from the singing man. When the dark elves can no longer suppress the cry of grief, the man Turned into light, turned into the sun, a beautiful world unfolded in the rays of light, at the end of the horizon, the man holding the book smiled smugly.

His gaze traveled in the sky for a while, and then suddenly fell into the world. An endless crowd suddenly poured out. The dark elves wanted to squeeze the crowd towards him a little bit, but he could only see his back a little bit far away. It's about to fall into the horizon.

Suddenly, the man turned his head, and everyone around him avoided the line of sight between him and her.

The man with the sorrowful beard on his face scratched his head, narrowed his eyes and smiled at the dark elf.

"Kalia! You have to live well! Mercer Frey who betrayed the lady will not be retributable! I saw it! Hahaha..."

The world is broken.

Darkness rules everything again.

...

The dark elf heard the howling wind and snow and burning wood fire.

Covered with a bedding, it was warm.

She did not open her eyes and tried to move her fingers, very flexible.

Kalia sat up silently, the fire shining through her eyelids into her eyes.

Open your eyes.

The snow-white troll was sitting in front of the bonfire with his back to her, and a small flame element was flying around him, with a straight back and a generous back. Although it was still very low, it was as hard as a rock.

"White Rock..." Kalia whispered softly.