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This is the fourth element of Lu Zhengkang's creation.

The first three are relatively active, and the fourth one is really inexplicable.

Fortunately, Lu Zhengkang also roughly figured out why he could do this.

All in all, it is to be romantic. There must be enough emotion and magic resonance and coordination to give the magic power the soul, logic, and creation elements. This process should be inseparable from the pure land. Something has been hidden under the pure land. , That is the treasure that Lu Zhengkang has not discovered yet.

The troll man rubbed his face, clean, thick, tough, and warm. He imagined his hands like a strange mask, hiding all his emotional expressions behind the mask, hiding in the dark, very safe... …It feels a bit, but it’s still not enough. Lu Zhengkang smiled, knowing that he is not insecure, so this kind of imagination is difficult to substitute.

But what is romance anyway? This question is profound enough.

The life elements floating in the void spread their wings, rose high, and flew into the sky. In an instant, the pure white sky turned into pale gold, and the sunlight was also full of life magic energy. The growth of plants became more vigorous, and rows of small apples The saplings tremble, pierce the root system deeply into the soil, almost touching the ice sheet underneath. The beans, ramie, rape, etc. are also matured in advance.

Now the fertilization problem is solved.

There is a faint fragrance in the air, which makes people feel like they are in a sea of ​​illusory flowers, moist and cold in the breath, and like a bamboo forest filled with mountains in the early morning.

In the second half of the year, Lu Zhengkang might find it difficult to spare time to study magic. He needs to do a lot of things, weaving linen, making clothes, making sugar, squeezing oil, and making wine. Everything needs to be done.

Life passed slowly, the sun, high, and the moon were spent in harvesting, and a batch of crops were planted in the last planting month, and the fire moon shared his food with the people of Winter Fort. The frost and the moon were still busy with farming, and the warehouse was already piled up at dusk A large amount of supplies, Ye Xingyue will bring Jonas back for the New Year.

Happy New Year.

Lu Zhengkang made mutton dumplings, made big birthday peaches, fried crispy meat, fried sugar cakes, and made everything festive and delicious, for Jonas, for the wolves, for the friends of Winter Fort, to provide the nine holy spirits, and provide the heavens. God Lu, provided nature, he gained a lot and shared a lot, just like a complete reincarnation.

The carnival lasted for a whole month. From the second half of the night Xingyue in 184 to the first half of the morning Xingyue in 185, the Winter Fort was unprecedentedly lively. People raised their glasses to the generous Lu Zhengkang, blessed him, welcomed him, and worshiped him. He, as if he was the embodiment of joy.

The newborns of the wolves like him very much, and the newborns of Winterhold also like him very much.

The troll man is tall and generous. He is called a happy gourmet, and some people call him White Mountain. Because his cloak is white, Lu Zhengkang has never expressed his likes and dislikes for these nicknames. Be bold and have any name. Some children especially like to call him a big white ball, and they don't know where the inspiration comes from.

The current Lu Zhengkang is wearing several newly made linen clothes, and he is covered with a linen turban to cover his third eye and bone spurs, and he wears a hood, slightly revealing his ugly and vicious face. This linen is made of a blend of flax and ramie. It is strong and refreshing. It is good for everything except that it is not suitable for winter wear.

Outside of the commoner, there is still a big cloak of bearskin. The previous one has long rotted, but Lu Zhengkang encountered a wandering white bear at Frostluoluo. He was about to hibernate. He was already fat and fat, so he was slaughtered by the troll man. After the leather is tanned, it becomes clothes, the flesh and blood are made into delicacies, the bones are crushed for smelting, and the soul is turned into a dead spirit for driving, and it is not wasted at all.

People regard the change in Lu Zhengkang's appearance as a kind of great trust in themselves, because a mysterious person is willing to share his privacy, which is a symbol of friendship. Even the residents of Winterhold were amazed at the ugly appearance of the troll, but no one hated him because of it. Among the guards were the healthy, tall, brave and brave Nord women, who had a strong eye for Lu Zhengkang and often sought him out for drinking.

The new lord Collier is also very close to Lu Zhengkang. This is a young Nord with red hair, a strong face, a broad nose, a ring of green stubble around his lips, and he often wears a heavy fur coat. With a ruby ​​brass headband, he speaks loudly and calmly. Standing at the end of the street, you can hear him talking at the end of the street. He is a enthusiastic person. He had previously travelled abroad to study and practice, and this time he returned to his hometown and won the trust of the residents within one month.

He always speaks ill of the Teachers College and holds conspiracy theories about the collapse of many years ago. In addition, he is a frequent visitor to the tavern and always loves to drink. Once he drank too much, he would laugh out loud. His appearance is very close to the people, but Having said that, Winter Fort is now a small village with more than a dozen households, and even without independent internal affairs and sufficient territorial majesty, no one cares about his lord who wants to put on airs.

He often said that he would not leave when he came back this time, and that he would take root in Winterhold, and then find a wife, give birth to a child, and live in peace and stability.

When Lu Zhengkang comes to the tavern, he will bring his own vodka, which is very popular among barbarians. In the new year, the trolls bring enough wine for everyone to enjoy.

Lord Collier said on the spot that he would give Lu Zhengkang the status of Baron of Winterhold. The residents in the tavern cheered and there was no objection. Before the troll could refuse, Collier stuffed an exquisitely patterned steel hand axe. The drunken lord took Lu Zhengkang's hand and raised it high, and shouted at the surrounding: "You see clearly! This is! The axe is the symbol of our new Baron of Winterhold! If anyone has an opinion, speak up now!"

The men and women in the tavern laughed. No one said that they had an opinion. They just urged the bard to sing a song quickly.

Our bard is a grotesque Brighton man. He came to Skyrim three years ago and went all the way to the north. He seemed to be avoiding disasters and came to the remote village of Winterhold. He was short-the Breton in the Nord. He often raised his head slightly in front of him, but he was still handsome. He had found a local Nord woman to live with. He lived together but was not married. He would sing many songs, including those from the Empire, Skyrim, or his hometown. Show it with his skilled lute technique ~www.readwn.com~ To say so much, just to let people know that he is a strange-tempered poet who always loves to sing the opposite—sometimes quite dramatic, so people like him .

In such a joyous time, he played a heavy and tough tone.

The big guy's laughter faded a little bit, and the silence was like a cold wind pouring into the place. Only some delirious drunks were still muttering to themselves. The others recognized the song and showed their respect.

The Brighton people began to sing softly: "Our hero, oh our hero, has a brave heart!"

The Nord people in the tavern were already excited when they heard this sentence, and tears appeared in the eyes of the emotional people.

"Let me tell you, tell you, the dragonborn descends again!"

The bard stared at the flames on the firepit, his dexterous fingers were still plucking the strings, whether he plucked the strings or the heartstrings. I saw that the men, women and children in the tavern began to respond lowly. with.

"Use the power of roar, the ancient Nordic technique!" The tune is so low, but the people's tone is so firm.

"Take my word, believe it, the dragonborn descends again!"

"The evil demon ushered in the end, expel the enemies of the sky!"

"They are careful, be careful! The dragonborn descends again!"

"The dark age is over, continue to write the legend of heroes!"

"Do you know, do you know? The Dragonborn is here again!"

The Dragonborn is the prototype of the Nords. This song is called "The Return of the Dragonborn". In the dark and painful age, it gives the soldiers courage and the people hope.

The troll clapped and said loudly: "Long live Skyrim! Long live the Dragonborn! Long live the Nords!"

People burst into tears and shouted: "Long live Skyrim! Long live the Dragonborn! Long live the Nords!"

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