Mage Joan

Joan noticed the sharp increase in the brightness of the red light from the "Branch of Ilminsur", realizing that the hostility of the dry needle monster was rising sharply, and hurriedly reminded Clark to be careful.

Almost at the same time, the dead needle monster pointed the slightly drooping canopy at the Frost Giant and launched an attack 20 yards away. The dense needles on the canopy turned into dense arrows and shot at Clark. A scalp sounded in the forest. The tingling wind screamed.

Clark stopped when he heard Joan's warning, crossed his arms to cover his face, protecting the only eyes on his body that were not covered with ice armor, and also blocked Joan behind him.

The oncoming spikes hit him, blocked by the solid frost armor, most of them were bounced off, only a few fell into the ice, but the depth was not more than half an inch, far enough to penetrate the thick frost armor up to two inches, it looked down It seems that this ice blue armor is inlaid with a layer of nail thorns, which is even more domineering.

When the sound of the wind subsided, Clark slightly moved his arm covering the face, tilted his head and looked at the dead needle monster on the opposite side, and found that the other party did not continue to shoot spikes, but dragged his bulky body back into the depths of the pine forest Thinking nodded, strode up, and slap the monster to interrupt it.

"Brother Joan, I found a pattern."

Clark stomped heavily on the dead body of the dead needle monster, making sure that the monster was dead, and turned back to tell Joan:

"There are thousands of spikes on the dead needle monster, but it can shoot up to hundreds at a time, and it can't shoot continuously. After each launch, it has to stop and rest for a while."

"It seems that firing spikes is a very physical tactic for the Dry Needle Monster, as long as we can block the first round of shooting, then there will be plenty of time to launch a counterattack." Joan followed Clark's thoughts for an in-depth analysis.

"Yes, the key is to resist the first shot of the dead needle monster!" Clark wiped his chest, cleared the spikes stuck on the frost armor, and then asked Joan, "There are other withered nearby. Is it strange?"

"Front, twenty-five yards away, there are three withered monsters hidden in the bushes, two of them are withered needle monsters, and one seems to be withered vine monsters."

Joan followed behind the Frost Giant and didn't have to worry about being attacked by monsters, but only needed to provide Clark with enemies by using the "Branch of Ilminsur".

"Good! I'll kill them in the past!"

Clark took a big stride and ran straight into the direction pointed out by Joan. As soon as his front foot stepped into the bushes, a vine monster came out and tried to trip him.

Clark stopped in time, hooked the tortoise with his toes, picked up this python-like monster, and then flew a swing with his hand to explode it into the sky, and the broken wood chips fell like rain.

The two dead needle monsters floating in the bushes stood up one after another. The original plan was to set traps by the dead vine monsters, trip over the prey, and then they threw up to kill the prey. It was unexpected that the prey was stronger than them. I expected to kill the dead vine monsters with one punch, forcing them to jump out in a hurry, firing arrows at the frost giant from both the left and right sides.

Clark raised his hand to cover his eyes, and there was a dense sound of sharp spikes constantly hitting the frost armor from his ear, and a hard "fluff" grew on his body.

After the two dead needle monsters shot a round, Clark took the opportunity to pounce over, one by one, and neatly split the dead needle monster into burning matches.

Joan did not participate in the battle, and looked deep into the pine forest.

With the help of "Dark Vision", he saw a vague figure coming out of the trees, looking like a dead needle monster.

The dead needle monster saw Clark's kind of beating himself from a distance, and seemed to be frightened, daring not to continue to approach the mighty frost giant, hiding in the woods and shaking the canopy. With a rustling sound of rubbing leaves and branches, a yellowish dust rose around the canopy of the dead needles, like a haze spreading through the forest.

Clark inadvertently inhaled the yellow dust mixed in the air, couldn't help sneezing twice, quickly covered his nose, and urgently reminded Joan.

"Young man, beware, the monster seems to be releasing poison gas!"

"That's not poisonous gas, Mr. Heil, it's the pollen spread by the dead needle monster, there is no toxicity." Joan said softly.

"Pollen? All right... Ah!" Clark wiped his nose and asked Joan in confusion, "Why do the needle-drained monsters distribute pollen? Does it know that it will be slaughtered by us and will be passed on before death? ?"

Joan smiled and shook his head, recalling the special habit of "Dead Needle Monster" that Condy's father told him, told Clark: "The dead needle monster will spread pollen when it encounters a strong enemy, and the pollen contains a kind of With special ingredients, ordinary people can smell the fragrance of flowers, but other dead needle monsters can sense the distress signal from them, and quickly gather in the same location where pollen is spread, helping the rescuers against the strong enemy."

"Understood, the "strong enemy" in the eyes of the dry needle monster, I want to refer to the two of us? This is also good, the monsters sent themselves to the door to find death, saving us the time and effort to search in the forest." Clark said confidently.

Joan approached him and reached out to touch the thick and strong thighs of the frost giant Liang Zhu, his tentacles cold and smooth.

"Is ice armor starting to melt?" Clark asked him, bowing his head.

"There are signs of melting, but not too obvious."

"Well, it's almost what I expected, and it should be fine to insist for a few more minutes."

"There is a slight crack on the ice armor. It should be the dark wound left by the previous sharp shooting. Will it reduce the strength of the armor?" Qiao An asked with confidence.

"There will be some impact, but I don't think it matters." Clark laughed optimistically.

Joan sighed and drew a piece of ham skin from the spellcasting material package, and decided to cast a spell to help the overly optimistic big man deal with the upcoming enemy-that would be the most serious challenge tonight.

The silence in the pine forest was broken by the sound of rubbing leaves and branches, and a large group of withered monsters were approaching.

Shaky shadows emerged from the forest one after another, quickly approaching where Clark and Joan were.

"Mr. Heiner, wait a minute before you stand in front. When you hear me chanting spellcasting spells, immediately squat your head down."

"Hold your head and squat down?" Clark shook his eyebrows, his face reluctant: "This kind of **** movement sounds so shameful, I don't want to..."

"You just listen to me!" Joan lowered his face, pretending to be angry.

Frosty Giant feared that his mage friend was not happy, and had no choice but to nod.

"Okay, there are no outsiders here anyway, so it's not too shameful."

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