Mage Joan

Joan did not participate in the chatting among his companions, but supported walking to the brook flowing through the camp. He took off his boots and socks, soaked his feet in the cold and clear stream, and took a long sigh of relief. After a long day of trekking across the mountains, the feet first blistered, and the blisters were worn again, and the sticky blood saturated the shoes and socks. After washing, I felt more comfortable, but the swollen feet could hardly be tucked back into the leather boots.

Joan rested for a moment by the creek, picked a bunch of fuchsia wild grass, and sniffed at the tip of his nose. The spicy smell verified his guess. After putting his feet back in his boots, Joan took the wild grass to the campfire and showed it to his companions, so that everyone could help him collect the plant.

"This is the detoxifying herb?" Roger asked curiously.

"Mr. Kailandil called it "Purple Tobacco" in the medical text. After burning, it can generate a thick smoke column that is not easily blown away by the wind. It has the effect of expelling mosquitoes. In ancient times, people used this smoke column to transmit signals. Knights The sentry of the camp saw this smoke column and might bring a patrol to investigate." Joan explained.

Everyone thought the idea was good. Dick, Roger, and Tom immediately took action, collected a lot of "purple tobacco" on the beach, and filled them one by one into the fire. Sure enough, the purple smoke column was raised and rushed straight towards Night sky. The smoke is thick and emits a slight spicy odor, dispelling mosquitoes and moths near the campfire.

Joan, they took a break from eating dry food around the fire. As a mage, Joan has the privilege of being free from vigil. After a long day of escape and fighting, his body is about to fall apart, and he immediately fell into a tent and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept. Joan was awakened by a fierce barking of dogs and hurriedly got out of the tent. He found that the sky was not yet bright. The Dingdore brothers and Tom had just got out of the tent, and put their armor on their hands, while asking what happened to Grey and Jamie, who was in charge of the night watch.

Jamie barked at the jungle opposite. Gray didn't speak much, pointing at the opposite side and screaming at "Moge."

Everyone knows that "Moge" can refer to all bad things in Giant's language. It is guessed that Gray mostly found the enemy hiding in the forest, and quickly picked up his weapons and waited for it.

"Gray, did you find the goblin again?" Joan asked the Grey Beast.

Gray shook his head and gestured his hands flapping his wings. Joan speculates that it is simulating birds, but there are bird birds that can pose a threat to the gray-breasted beast and the mixed-blooded wolf so that they appear to be enemy.

Joan stared closely at the jungle, and suddenly noticed that there was a strange flash of light in the forest, and strong magic fluctuations appeared.

With an ominous hunch, Joan picked up a pebble and blessed him with "brightness", and then struggled to throw the glowing stone towards the opposite forest.

Illuminated by a magic light source, Joan saw an all-black owl standing on a tree branch. His bright eyes were looking toward the camp without good intentions. A hook-like beak held a branch about two feet long. Thin ivory rod.

Joan looked more familiar with the thin stick. When thinking about it, the black owl suddenly burst into magical brilliance, and its body was twisted and deformed sharply. In a blink of an eye, it turned from a night owl into a lizard man shaman in a robe.

Joan recognized the elder Basong at a glance, and quickly reminded his companions to prepare for the game. Roger responded the fastest, raising his hand and bombarding it.

Elder Bassong did not know what spell he used. The figure was like a ghost in the big tree where he lived, making Roger's sniper fall away, and suddenly sent out from another nearby tree. While Roger was busy filling bullets, he sneered. Make a series of casting gestures.

With a little recognition, Joan recognized that he was releasing the "Flame Strike" and couldn't think of pushing Roger a lot, and he also flew to the other side. Almost at the same time, a golden fire column erupted from where Roger was standing, and the hot air threw Joan up into the bushes.

Joan felt the darkness before him, and his consciousness became chaotic. Unknown for how long, he suddenly recovered from his coma, feeling tingling all over, as if his hands and feet were broken. The cloak and underwear were ragged with sharp shrubs, and blood stains penetrated.

Joan groaned and tried to turn over, but after struggling, he failed. The legs were numb and swollen, and he didn't listen, as if they were just grafting two firewood under his body.

"Am I paralyzed?"

Sad thoughts came to mind, making Joan despair. However, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he could barely curb the urge to urinate incontinence. The strong pain in his legs was also a strong evidence that his feet were temporarily unwilling to listen.

Joan twisted his neck hard and used the vision of the deformed eyeball behind the neck to observe the surroundings. What he saw made him mixed, and fortunately Roger was still alive, but the situation was rather dangerous.

Elder Basong immediately cast a spell after turning out a "fire strike" to turn the weeds in the camp into thorny vines, like the endless green pythons entangle the brothers Gray, Jamie, Tom and Dindal. While they were tired of getting rid of the vines, they raised the ivory wand and summoned eight spiders as big as a bathtub.

These large spiders can climb among thorn bushes with their clever long feet, waiting for opportunities to attack their prey without being entangled. The people trapped by the vines have been bitten by spiders one after another. Joan can only pray that these spiders summoned by Elder Basong have no fangs...

Reluctantly pressing down the desperate thought, Joan propped open the satchel, rummaging for something else to save his life. "Branch of Ilminsur" has not been used for more than a day and night since its last use, and the magic that is still recovering is not enough to make him a tree person. The three scrolls in the shoulder bag are "Hand of Burning", "Greek Technique" and "Level 1 Monster Summoning Technique", and none of them seem to be able to help Joan reverse the current dilemma. In addition, there are only "Fire Spray Potion" and "No Trace" "Pink" is a bit useful.

Joan first poured the "fire spray" into his throat, and the spicy taste made him sneeze. Holding on to the paper bag with the "Wandering Powder", he stared fiercely at the back of Elder Basong through the bushes, and prayed to all the gods he knew only to ask his legs to regain consciousness as soon as possible-if he could not move, there was no "Fan Fan" is not useful.

Just when Joan felt he could move his lower limbs slightly, a horseshoe suddenly came across the jungle. The young mage was taken aback by thinking that he was a goblin chasing soldiers, but he soon realized that the goblin cavalry in the screaming forest was riding a wolf instead of a warhorse. The upcoming cavalry unit was unlikely to be "The Goblin Lord" wolf rider under Le Tu.

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