Mage Joan

Clark turned around like a whirlwind, and said happily to Gordon Davis: "Dad! Brother Joan is proficient in arcane art, but I am a passer-by-hands, plus the old gun in your hand, The three of us are just right for a long-range and close combat match. How about going to the ranch tonight and teaming up to kill the abominable withered monsters?"

The old man Gordon hesitated for a moment, and after seeing the sincere eyes of Clark and Joan, he thought that he had no way out, and finally nodded.

"Okay, I'll take you to the ranch, but don't run around. It's dangerous in case you fall into a large group of withered monsters," the old man solemnly advised.

"Dad rest assured, I'll be careful." Clark smiled and opened the door.

As soon as his fingertip touched the door handle, the smile on Frost Giant's face suddenly disappeared, and he turned back toward Joan and Gordon to make a "warning" gesture, holding his breath and approaching the door quietly, clenching the door silently. Pulling the handle, the door suddenly opened with force, and the left arm looked forward, grabbing the person who was hiding by the door and eavesdropping, and could not help but talk.

"Oh! Clark, it's me—it's me! You lighter, OK!"

Hearing this young and familiar exclamation, Clark's face calmed down immediately, letting go of the boy who was writhing in his hands, and asked angrily, "Allen! You are not sleeping at this late hour, sneaking. Hiding outside the door, are you eavesdropping on our conversation?"

"I didn't overhear! When you went downstairs just a moment ago, you made a lot of noise and woke me up! I got up to use the toilet and heard you talking by accident when I passed by here." The little boy sternly defended.

"Okay, Allen, there's nothing to do with you here, go back to sleep." The old man Gordon waved at the baby grandson, trying to drive the little naughty away.

"Grandpa! I heard that just now, you and Clark and Joan are going to the ranch to expel the withered monsters, right?" Allen's eyes flashed with excitement, "I'm not sleepy at all now, take me with me, OK?" it is good?"

"No!" the old man flatly refused. "The ranch is too dangerous for children to go!"

Allen swelled his cheeks angrily, and suddenly ran to his grandfather, taking off the magic crystal shotgun diagonally behind the old man in an unexpectedly fast manner, skillfully dismantling the magazine and reloading, and aiming the gun.

This series of movements, like flowing clouds and flowing water, is done in one go, showing well-trained shooting skills.

"Grandpa! You always say that when I am as old as I am, I often carry a gun and go hunting alone in the mountains. Didn’t you know that you were taking risks? Why didn’t you do what you did? This is simply not talking about it. It makes sense!"

Allen’s questioning was justified, and the old man of Gordon could not always be in front of his grandson. He personally admitted that he was also an unscrupulous troublemaker when he was a child, and he was speechless for a while.

"Allen is young and his marksmanship is not bad, dad, let him go together!" Clark was moved by Allen's courage and helped the boy plead with the old man Gordon. "With me by my side, Allen doesn't Something will happen."

Old Gordon sighed helplessly and said to his grandson: "Go change your hunting clothes and get your shotgun-be careful, don't let Mingna hear the movement!"

"Oh yeah!" The boy jumped up excitedly, turned his head and ran out of the door.

"This naughty boy! It's really impossible to get him." Old Gordon looked at the back of grandson and shook his head and sighed, showing a deep love in his eyes.

Ten minutes later, Davis and grandchildren took Joan and Clark out of the big house and went to the stable, without disturbing the servants at home, and they put on their own saddles. Clark is too big to have a horse he can ride, but fortunately he has long legs and a walking speed comparable to Joan's.

Old Man Gordon and Allen were carrying their shotguns and slung their ammo belts to avoid disturbing the family and attracting unnecessary care. Even the hound did not bring one, and the group of four quietly left the house.

The night was dark, most of the shops on the street had been closed and closed, and few people could not be seen on the deserted streets.

Joan and his party rushed along the street in the hazy moonlight. When they were almost out of town, a black shadow suddenly flashed in the alley beside Joan.

This sudden figure scared Jo Ann, and subconsciously thought it was an unconscious drunk man, and quickly gathered up the reins, lest he run into the other party.

Joan's horse was also frightened by the daredevil who rushed over, and the man stood up in fright, raised his front hooves, hissed, and almost threw Joan off the horse's back.

The black shadow rushed out of the diagonal thorn, stopped in time, and whistled with his forefinger.

The crisp whistle reverberates in the night sky. At first glance, it sounds nothing special, but it is very strange. The frightened horse under Joan's crotch heard the whistle, as if he had been hypnotized, immediately calmed down, and went to the initiative The man approached, sniffing his nose, and gently rubbed his hand.

Joan wiped his cold sweat and narrowed his eyes. He looked at the road side lane through the faint moonlight and saw a knight standing in the alley, reaching out to caress his horse.

"Sorry, sir, did my horse hit you just now?"

Joan choked as soon as he spoke, and couldn't help staring at the man with wide eyes.

In the moonlight, it is not a knight standing at the alley, but a full monster!

Above his waist is a human body wrapped under a cloak. His face is broad, his nose is tall, his brows are raised, his eyes are shining and his eyes are bright, his messy short hair shows a rugged personality, and his skin is brownish red.

If you only look at the upper body, this person is just a sturdy guy who can be seen everywhere. However, when the night wind lifts the hem of the cloak, it reveals a weird body below the waist, shaped like a tall and strong horse, with a thick mane like his skin. Ze, with a saddle on his back and a horseshoe on his four hoofs, stood still in the alleyway under the moonlight and looked at Joan without a word.

"Don't be afraid, brother Joan, that is a Mr. Centaur, probably from the'iron-hoof tribe' in the jungle outside the town."

Allen urged the horse to come to Joan and explained to him the origin of the half-man half-horse weirdo.

Joan nodded and looked curiously at the opposite Centaur.

He had seen illustrations and related descriptions of such creatures in the "Vares Monster Illustration", but this was the first time he saw the living Centaur.

"Good evening, son of the jungle!" Old Gordon turned his horse's head and waved to the half-man.

"Son of the jungle" is a tribute to the Centaurs by the local human inhabitants.

"Good evening, Master Davis, you hurried out of town all night, where are you going?"

The Centaur youth seemed to inadvertently inquire.

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