Mage Joan

The four wild boars are all very tall and strong.

The headed wild boar, covered with red mane, was a razor wild boar, followed by three ferocious smaller boars.

"Stop! Stop now!"

Roger, who had good eyes, also noticed that the situation was not good, and quickly prevented his companions from approaching, so as not to disturb the four wild boars and attract an attack.

"The gods are on! A razor wild boar plus three ferocious wild boars, this is terrible!" Thomas ducked his head and hid in the grass, muttering in his mouth, "Can't afford it, cannot afford...

Dick turned around to appease the frightened dogs one by one, beckoning them to hide and avoid calling.

If the red-haired monster and his three followers are brought in, it will be a big deal!

Joan also squatted into the grass, holding a magic ball of light on his left palm, and shining toward the group of hunters facing the razor wild boar across the stream.

One of the squads on the opposite side seemed to be aware of the light and quickly turned to look over.

The moment the eyes of the two sides looked at each other, Joan couldn't help but stunned.

The other person also froze for a moment, raising his hand as if to say hello, but after hesitation he still didn't say anything.

"Did you find that, the people across... looked a little familiar!" Thomas whispered to Joan's ear.

"It's all acquaintances," Joan replied in a mixed mood. "That's the hunting team of Edward Gates and Martin."

"Since you know them, do you want to help them?" Dick asked.

Thomas was hesitant and replied in a low voice: "Edward...what to say, we are thinking too much, we want to help him share the pressure, but he may not be grateful, maybe we still suspect that we are plotting to **** his prey, the result is kind. Not good."

The Dindal brothers heard him say that the weapons he had just picked up were put down again, and it was difficult to decide whether to help in the past.

Joan did not comment on this issue, silently paying attention to the situation on both sides of the stream.

The group of wild boars opposite seemed to be irritated by the hound's uncontrollable barking, headed by the razor wild boars, and rushed down the river bank, rushing towards the other side of the river.

The stream was only two or three feet deep. Four wild boars traversed the stream, and the water surface did not cross the lower abdomen. It was not an obstacle at all.

The four Edwards on the other side did not seem to panic.

Two professional soldiers dressed in mail armour drove the hounds into the forest, and each set up a magic crystal shotgun, taking advantage of the opportunity of the wild boar staggering across the river.

The magic crystal smoothbore guns held by the two were enchanted weapons. The fired bullets penetrated the protective field of the razor wild boar and burst a mass of scarlet blood on the behemoth.

Roger saw the two gunmen firing in succession, and couldn't help but envy their mouths.

Joan also found that the magic crystal gun equipped by Edward's companions, which is the same style as the Sister Castis's shotgun, is equipped with a magazine and can fire up to four rounds of bullets.

In contrast, Roger's old-fashioned shotgun was a bit outdated. Without an external magazine, he could only fire one bullet and refill it. Compared with the new magic crystal gun, there was a big gap in shooting efficiency.

Although Edward's team has two professional shooters with superb shooting skills, equipped with the latest smooth-bore guns, they still failed to kill the powerful razor boar after a round of shooting.

The monster was shot eight times, covered in blood, but never less fierce. The first one rushed out of the stream and landed.

At this point, Edward seemed to have realized that the gunmen had made a serious mistake and should not waste their firepower on the most rough and thick razor boar.

If they set fire to a more fragile wild boar, the other party would be killed if they couldn't hold up to eight shots.

It was too late to correct this error. He hurriedly glanced at Martin Smith beside him, and then raised his hand to hold the emerald necklace hanging around his neck just in case.

As early as the wild boar started crossing the river, Martin took out a small mass of dried spider silk from the cast material bag and held it tightly in his palm.

At this time, Edward's signal was given, and a series of spell-casting gestures were made immediately.

The **** razor wild boar led three ferocious wild boars to land one by one, and accelerated towards the earth **** where four people stood.

At a critical juncture, Martin finally completed preparations for casting spells, throwing the clues in his hands.

"Ungwé!"

The Quenya word "Ungwé" is originally meant to be "spider web", but it can also be extended to "entanglement". Masters are accustomed to use this word as the starting character of the 2 ring "spider web".

Martin Smith just read the start mantra, and a large sticky silver-gray cobweb popped out of thin air.

The rapidly spreading spider web, with a radius of 20 feet wide, covers all the open space under the hillside.

Razor Boar and the three ferocious wild boars behind him, only to rush to the ground, did not guard against the terrain change in front, all stumbled into the area covered by the cobweb, and were immediately entangled by the dense and thick spider silk, and it was difficult for a while.

The two gunmen had changed their magazines at this time, and their brains became sober. While the wild boar was trapped by the cobwebs, they opened fire continuously. The dense bullets shot through the night toward the ferocious wild boar, blood and wail.

Razor Boar was not listed as the primary sniper target by the gunmen this time, howling and struggling desperately, with a brute force to break off the spider silk that tripped him and strode out of the trap.

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"Edward they are in trouble!"

In the grass, Thomas saw the razor boar break through the cobwebs and frowned.

"In their team, either a gunman or a mage, this kind of professional combination is very efficient in killing ordinary wild boars. They can often be killed before their prey is approaching, but when they encounter powerful monsters such as razor wild boars, they will expose a fatal short Board-The lack of Dick, a heavy-duty soldier who can carry a razor boar in front, will be finished once he is close!"

"What are you waiting for, save people quickly!"

Dick jumped up first and rushed out of the grass with a giant axe. Joan, Roger and Thomas also hurried to catch up.

On the opposite slope, Martin saw that the "web spider" could not trap the monster and immediately changed his face, subconsciously backing away.

Edward squinted coldly when he noticed Martin's idea of ​​escape.

Martin's face suddenly turned red, and he stopped awkwardly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Smith, let me deal with the razor boar."

Edward clasped the jade pendant on his chest tightly and chanted the elven spell that activated this powerful magic guide.

"Yal!"

The emerald pendant shone loudly, and the surrounding magic net was sharply twisted, automatically generating a temporary teleportation array connected to the "Earth Element Plane".

The transmission pattern covered the area, and the soil was upwelling and the sand was flying.

With a total of no less than 3 tons of sand, driven by magic power, it automatically gathers into a rough-shaped colossus!

This colossal statue of mud, up to 16 feet from head to toe, is like a solid bunker, displayed in front of the razor wild boar!

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