Mage Joan

The old dwarf noticed that Joan had been staring at his warhammer, and his lips showed a proud arc, and he held up the warhammer and said to Joan, "Young man, don't blink!"

The Fangfang Warhammer dropped his hand and threw it out, screaming and flying 30 feet away, in the middle of a half-man-high rock, and the rock was smashed with a bang.

"Come back!" The old dwarf waved his hand, and the warhammer seemed to be pulled by an invisible rope, flew back suddenly, and fell into the grasp of Flint Anvil.

"Wow! This hammer is so powerful, it flies like a boomerang!" Kandy clapped his hands, his eyes shining.

"Magic Flying Hammer, Heirloom of the Anvil Clan." The old dwarf smiled proudly, and then returned to a serious look. "It's not too early, we have to hurry up, but before that, we need to hire a reliable Guide."

Joan heard the old dwarf's implication and gave Conte a glance. Kandy nodded intently, turned and ran to the riverside waterwheel, calling the younger brother Nixi out in Mu language, and asking them to lead the small expedition.

"Two dwarves plus a wolfdog...Sister Druid, you and Mr. Master only have these helpers?" Sissi looked at the people on the shore ready to go, and had to suspect that these few of them went to the trouble of a large group of water ghosts. Also die.

"Now that you are leading your sister, we have a certain victory." Kandy looks more confident than Flint.

"That's it..." Sissy nodded reluctantly. "Apart from leading the way, what else can Jerry and I do for you?"

After thinking about it, Kandy turned and asked his companion: "Fight against water ghosts, it is inevitable to wading, everyone will swim?"

"A bit, but not proficient. Jamie swims fast like a fish." Joan answered. Jamie nodded and whined that his swimming skills were indeed as brilliant as the little master said.

"Uh... sorry, I can't swim." Tom looked embarrassed.

"We dwarves are not good at swimming, just be careful not to be dragged into the lake by water ghosts." Flint said carelessly.

"It doesn't matter if you can't swim. Our Nickine has a supernatural ability, which enables people who are not able to pass water to temporarily acquire the physique of breathing underwater, even if they are dragged into the lake by water ghosts." Jerry said with a grin.

"There's nothing to worry about!" Flint waved his hand. "Tom led the horse. Let's go on the road and try to reach the lake before dark!"

Tom brought four horses in one breath. Flint rode on the tallest and mighty white horse with the help of his nephew. Tom picked a gray pony that was as short as he was but very solid. The remaining two tall and medium black horses were left to Joe. Ann and Kandy.

Kandy is an Asa girl who grew up on horseback. Riding horses is as easy as walking. Joan's riding was taught by his grandfather, and his level was not bad. After a period of adaptation, he galloped freely.

Mr. Flint took the lead, Joan, Kandy and Tom followed, and the mixed-winter wolf Jamie followed the owner's mount and ran no slower than the horse. Sissi and Jerry’s brothers swam fast in the river, leading the knights on the bank.

A group of four horses galloped along the river bank, attracting many curious eyes of passers-by along the way. When approaching Zhenkou, a cry came suddenly behind him.

"Hello-wait a minute!"

Joan listened familiarly, quickly strangled the reins, turned the horse's head to look around, and saw the Dingdall brothers chasing from afar.

"Joan, where are you going? A big battle!" Dick asked excitedly.

Joan hadn't spoken yet, Flint Lema turned back, and said angrily: "Spark off! We're going to do the business, we don't have time to talk to you two imps!"

"Mr. Flint, I can't say that. Joan and Condy are younger than us. If you take them to work, why can't you bring me and Dick?" Roger Zhenzhen said in a word, "how can I say He Dick is also your student. The instructor has something to do. The student should be helpful!"

"Hey! You dear, can really talk!" The old dwarf shook his head with a smile. "It's not that I don't want to bring your brothers. It's really too dangerous for this trip. In case something goes wrong with your brothers, I'm not good to Jason. explain."

"You can rest assured that we can take care of ourselves!" Dick couldn't wait to say, "No matter where you go, be sure to bring me and Roger!"

"But you don't have armor or weapons. You can't help you when you go." Flint looked embarrassed.

"What's so difficult, wait a moment, we'll go home and get the equipment right away!" Dick turned his horse and ran. Roger hurriedly followed, and while he ran, he turned around and told everyone not to leave first, and the two of them would come back immediately.

"Two stinky boys, love to join in the fun!" The old dwarf looked at the backs of the two proud disciples and shook his head.

"Uncle, take Dick and Roger. The strength of these two brothers is not much worse than me. Maybe they can help." Tom said with a smile.

Flint glanced at his nephew angrily. I didn't know where his confidence came from. He thought he was better than Roger and Dick.

The Dindal brothers did not let everyone wait for a long time, and flew back within a quarter of an hour. Dick put on a shiny breastplate, with axe and shield on both sides of the saddle. Roger wore studded leather armor, a short sword on his waist, and a short-barreled shotgun obliquely behind his back.

"Yo! Roger, actually stolen your father's baby too!" Tom saw Roger carrying a shotgun and whistled exaggeratedly.

"Gun" weapons are expensive and rare high-end goods in the old continent or the new continent. Ordinary people may not have the opportunity to touch them once in a lifetime. The major powers in the world of Valais, except for Feizhen, who uses the magic crystal rifle as a standard equipment for elite infantry, other countries have not installed this new weapon in the army on a large scale. As for the shotguns held by private people, most of them are luxury goods made at high prices. The holders are mostly noble gentlemen or wealthy merchants, which are used to decorate the volleyball when hunting foxes on vacation. For example, the short-barreled shotgun held by Roger is worth 500 gold Durga-this is not the cost of supplementing the magic crystal. Hunters who really make a living by hunting can't afford such expensive guns.

Joan had seen the structure diagram of the shotgun in the book, but it was the first time in kind. Born out of curiosity, he borrowed the shotgun to observe it carefully. The mahogany buttstock is attached with a layer of translucent paste, and the heavy hand feels very comfortable. The forged brass gun body has a loading slot on the left side. According to Roger, it can be filled with ordinary lead and shotguns. The latter are many small steel **** wrapped in lead skins. Prey within a 60-foot cone in front of them caused extensive damage.

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