Mage Joan

"Gray, good morning!" Joan waved his greetings.

The Grey Beast jumped up, cheered down the earth slope, and rushed towards him. Joan dodges alertly, lest he be caught by it again and thrown high.

Fortunately, Gray still remembers his advice. This time, he didn't make any excessive jokes. He stretched his long arms and picked him up gently on his shoulders.

"Gray, today we continue to collect bloodroot grass, in addition to collecting snake venom."

"Mott!" Gray patted his strong chest, indicating no problem. It hasn't been idle in these two days, wandering around in the swamp and finding several areas where bloodroots grow. As for the venomous snake, there is no need to deliberately search for it, as much as the depth of the mud.

Today Joan arrived a little early. The fog over the swamp has not completely dissipated. Fortunately, Gray is familiar with the terrain and his walking speed in the fog is not reduced.

As we approached the small island where the Grey cave was located, there was a snapping sound of water hitting in the fog ahead. Joan immediately looked over alertly, gently reminding Gray to be careful.

Gray nodded, leaned over to pick up a stone as large as a grinding disc, carrying the stone with one hand, and walking lightly towards the area where the tapping sound came. Through the hazy mist, two strangely fat crocodiles were seen lying and lying in the mud, with their tails entangled tightly. The tapping sound that Jo Ann heard just now is actually the movement of the two giant alligator's tails when they beat the mud.

"It turned out to be two crocodiles." Qiao An breathed a sigh of relief and immediately lowered his guard. In this early spring season when the grass warbler flies, the crocodiles in the marshland have also entered the breeding period one after another, and the scene in front is not worthy of fuss.

Gray tilted his head and looked at the two crocodiles that were still releasing passion. He touched the belly that had not eaten, licked his lips, and suddenly raised his right arm, and threw the big rock in his hand.

The huge stone made a beautiful arc in the air, just like the ballistic calculation, it hit the head of the male crocodile above precisely. With a muffled noise, the blood burst, and the male crocodile's head flopped softly.

The female crocodile crushed in the mud pond smelled bloody, and was so scared that he turned and flung away the male crocodile. When he sniffed it, he seemed to confirm that his partner had not been saved. The grudged eyes glared at Gray fiercely, twisting his body and quickly diving into the mud, leaving only a string of gurgling bubbles.

"Gray, that female crocodile hates you." Joan said with a wry smile.

"Moge!" Grizzly snorted dismissively, before he cared about the anger of a reptile, strode toward the body of the male crocodile, and could not wait for a good meal. However, at this moment, its footsteps suddenly stagnate, all six eyes wide open, staring straight at the male crocodile in a daze.

Joan was also aware of the abnormal situation at this time, and quickly jumped off Grey's shoulders, hurried forward two steps, his eyes touched the crocodile's body, and could not help but take a breath.

Under Joan and Gray’s gaze, the male crocodile’s body was twisting and deforming at a rate visible to the human eye: the limbs were elongated, the snout and tail were shortened, and the layer on the surface was originally dark brown and rough in texture 'S scale armor quickly morphed into more neat and dense dark green scales. When all the above transformations were completed, the body crawling in the mud suddenly changed from a giant crocodile to a lizard man!

Witnessing this scene with my own eyes, Joan and Gray, you look at me, I look at you, both are incredible.

The suffocating silence lasted for a long time, and Joan took the lead to break the silence, with a bitter bitterness in his words.

"Gray...we're probably in big trouble."

After all, Joanne is more knowledgeable than the simple-minded gray-bagged beast. He has long heard that the Lizardmen tribe is the most powerful force in the swamp. After the initial shock, he also recalled that my grandfather once said that the most respected class of the Lizardmen tribe is called "shaman". The shaman is actually a druid. Some higher-level lizardman shamans not only Ability to perform natural divine magic and master the supernatural ability of "wild transformation" can be transformed into a variety of bird and beast reptiles, of course, including crocodiles.

If Joan was right, the unlucky ghost who had just been killed by Grey with a boulder was probably a young lizard man shaman, and the female crocodile he had with him in the wild might be both a lizard man shaman and a man. Animal partner of the dead. In the moral ethics of human society, the combination of human and animal is undoubtedly a very shameful depraved behavior, but the lizard people group may not follow the same moral norms. Considering that the lizard people themselves have the characteristics of reptiles, and they are cold-blooded animals like crocodiles, Joe Ann guessed that the lizardmen might not care about this kind of thing at all.

In any case, the status of a lizardman shaman in the tribe will never be low. The lizardman family, who has always been known for its eyebrows, may not be willing to give up, and Joan dare not imagine how they will pursue revenge.

The mist above the swamp had been dispelled by the sun, and Joan looked deep into the mud, recalling the bitter glance of the female crocodile when he fled, and the ominous hunch intensified.

"Gray, we have to leave here as soon as possible, trying not to leave footprints."

At this time, the Grey Bag Beast also realized that he might have inadvertently offended the irresistible forces, nodded obediently, picked up Joan and jumped into the mud, wading towards the small island in the grass of Zexin. The muddy water is not over its waist, and it is very difficult to walk, but only in this way can the footprints be covered by the accumulated water.

On the island, Joan's nerves relaxed a little, praying to the lizardmen not to catch up. At this time a shadow floated over his head, and he looked up, and a particularly powerful crow was hovering in the air.

Joan had a hunch that the crow seemed to be watching him and Gray. The sense of crisis prompted his nerves to be a little allergic, and he wondered whether to use the "hand of a higher mage" to throw poison darts to solve the suspicious crow above his head.

Joan raised his head and visually inspected the height. The crow was about a hundred feet from the ground. At such a distance, he really missed a hit.

The crow seemed to be aware of his killing intent, croaked twice, and suddenly turned around and flew away, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Joan's hunch was soon verified. He and Gray returned to the cave, and after a short while there was a murky movement, quickly from far and near.

"Grey, you stay in the cave and don't make a noise. I'll go out and see the situation." After Joan explained, he walked out of the cave quietly and moved forward under the cover of the cliff shadows and bushes. About twenty yards out, a gust of wind blew past, the grass in front fell down with the wind, and two figures appeared.

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