Mage Joan

"Lest...well, if you can’t understand what a "human settlement" is, you can use "town" as a "nest."

Old Wolf August shook his head and sighed, seeming to have been despairing about the "big white" ignorance.

"The inside story of this matter is very complicated, so don't ask me anyway-I don't understand it anyway!"

"In short, just follow me, take down Elk Town, and promise you that there will be no fewer than fifty fat cows!"

"You'd better talk and count. If you don't have beef, eat wolf meat."

Joan threw a word coldly and led the snow monster to continue his journey.

Old Wolf August heard the threat in his words, spitting at his back and cursed in a low voice.

"Bah! Stupid big guy! When you lose the use value, you will know the consequences of offending Lao Tzu!"

Depressed with resentment, Old Wolf August ran a few steps back to the wolves and continued to lead the way.

The snow monsters followed the pack of wolves, and Joan landed intentionally or unintentionally at the end of the team. While the old wolf did not pay attention to him, he quickly performed a three-ring "short message" to report to the company that he had just probed, indicating that the pack and snow Blame the current location and the intended destination.

Joan successfully completed the spell and successfully sent out the information, secretly relieved.

The snow monsters around couldn't understand his gestures at all. Even if they were puzzled, they didn't dare to talk inquisitively about the "big white" **** prey.

From early morning to early afternoon, Joan led the snow monster behind the wolves, hurried all morning, and ran for a hundred miles from the middle of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

The closer to the foot of the mountain, the higher the temperature. The thick snow was half melted by the sun, and the melted snow converged into a gurgling stream, flowing down the ridge.

On the damp and muddy hillsides, vegetation is gradually enriched. The flowers and grass get rid of the blockade of snow, and the sun grows in the summer, and the green is everywhere.

Joan is familiar with the scene before him.

A week ago, the company traversed this road when it went up the mountain.

If you remember correctly, there is a pasture built on a mountain nearby. At that time, the company passed by this place and it was already late.

The ranch owner is a rich man living in the city of Meadgard, and herds of cattle, sheep and horses are entrusted to the management of the Asa herdsmen hired by him, but only occasionally come to inspect.

The uncle of the Asa tribe who is in charge of the ranch is very friendly to Joan and their company aiming to enter the mountain banditry. They not only agreed to board them in the ranch, but also invited them to drink a hot pepper mutton soup.

Thinking of the delicious flavor of the mutton soup, Joan couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his stomach that hadn't been eaten in the morning gurgled.

Not only was Joan hungry, he followed the snow monsters who had been running for most of the day, and they were all hungry at the same time, just because they were afraid of his temper, so they dared not complain.

Joan didn't want to condone the hungry monsters attacking the ranch, but the ranch was on the way down the mountain. He had to make an excuse as soon as possible to persuade the old wolf August to go to Elk Town to bypass the ranch.

Just as he was wondering, a strong wind blew head-on, with a **** atmosphere faintly in the wind.

The wolves and the snow monsters have extremely keen senses of smell. When they smelled this **** gas, they immediately became turbulent and howled in the direction of the blowing wind, and they all seemed excited and impatient.

These brutal and hungry beasts lose their senses once they smell the **** smell and cannot be stopped.

Joan could only harden his scalp and lead the snow monster towards the **** direction, and his heart was uneasy.

Within half an hour, the pack of wolves and snow monsters arrived at the ranch.

The miserable sight in front of him confirmed Joan's concerns.

The pasture fence has been violently demolished, and the corpses of cattle and sheep are scattered on the grass.

About thirty snow monsters are happily catching cattle and sheep in the corral.

Joan quickly observed the surrounding environment. The first thing to be sure was that the ranch was recently attacked by a large group of snow monsters and the fence was broken.

However, judging from the carcasses left at the scene, most of the animals, including all horses, had been removed before the attack, leaving only four yaks and ten goats.

Although the scene was very bloody, there were only a few corpses with snow monster bullet holes, but no human corpses. It can be seen that the herdsmen saw the bad situation and put two rounds of guns. Safety zone under the mountain.

As for the few cattle and sheep abandoned here, it is more like bait deliberately left to the monsters. Encouraging them to chase cattle and sheep, scramble for food, so they can't care about chasing the retreating brigades of livestock.

This strategy of "losing the **** to protect the car" is an open secret among human herdsmen. It is not a clever strategy, but for the snow monster with a simple mind and a desire for immediate benefits, this trick is always very effective.

The yak is certainly brave and strong, but the snow monsters are surrounded by three or five groups, and it is not difficult to suppress it.

What really made the snow monsters headache was the group of lively goats.

The frightened goat blew up the camp, and all screamed and screamed out of the fence. Instead of running down the mountain, they climbed up against the steep cliff.

The snow monsters were reluctant to give up the lamb to their mouths, scolding freehand rock climbing, chasing goats.

The snow monster is actually an expert at climbing mountains, but compared to goats, climbing skills are at least two steps worse.

It was difficult to climb to the middle of the cliff, and it was not cold to prevent the soles of the feet from slipping, grunting and falling down, even with a thick hair cushion, it was also swollen and blue, and dizzy, and I couldn't climb for a long time.

There happened to be two goats, so he ran past Joan, dancing lightly, and hurried up the cliff.

Joan stopped and looked back at the goat.

The snow monsters behind him also buzzed with turmoil, gazing at the back of the goat with their eyes, swallowing saliva, and eager to try.

If only the cost and economic benefits are counted, raising goats is actually not as cost-effective as raising cattle, horses or sheep.

Mountain pastures always raise a group of goats. Instead of relying on goats to make money, they will release the flocks to attract monsters to chase when they are attacked by monsters, so as to seek time for retreat.

Goats are tricky and dexterous, and they are all rock climbing experts. After the snow monsters have worked hard, they will eventually climb up the cliff and hunt the escaped goats. They will find that it is more difficult to go down the mountain than to go up the mountain.

In the end, he could only hold the goat and shrink into a ball, rolling down from the top of a steep cliff, and his head was broken and the blood flow was considered light. For this reason, the delay time was not to mention.

Snow monsters are always guilty of this kind of misfortune because they are small, but they don't remember long. They will still be guilty of "losing watermelon and picking sesame seeds" later.

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