Mage Joan

The square hole cut by the "plastic stone wand" is about one foot long and five feet deep.

Joan raised her toes and peered into the passage. Sure enough, she saw a skin sac tightly tied to the mouth of the bag, which was placed in the stone wall interlayer.

Joan put away the plastic stone wand, freed his right hand to reach into the hole, and dragged it out of the bag.

The pocket is not big, but the weight is much heavier than the surface. Joan can't help but wonder what beans are inside.

Even beans made of gold are not so heavy.

Uncertainly opening the bag, Joan opened his leather pocket and glanced inside.

Clark was really right. There was indeed a handful of black beans in it. There were only six beans in total, which looked no different from ordinary beans.

However, when Joan looked closely, he noticed that each bean exudes a faint magic aura.

It is not appropriate to stay here for long, confirming that the "treasure key" has been obtained, and Joan tightens the bag mouth into his arms and turns to walk towards the cave exit.

However, just two steps have been taken, and the left palm was hot, and the alarm from the tears of God came again in my mind.

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Mythology: Discover 2nd-order mythical creatures!

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Joan was taken aback and hurried to the door of the lair.

The probe glanced out, and saw a huge silver-gray figure appearing at the end of the tunnel from afar, and was roaring and running towards this side.

There is only such a passage outside the door. If Joan wants to leave the cave along the original road, he must meet the mythical owl Xiasao Road who has returned!

The young mage shuddered, turned his head decisively and ran back to the cave, pulling out his plastic wand and pointing it toward the stone wall.

In one breath, he stimulated three stone-forming operations in succession, digging a deep tunnel in the stone wall, but the opposite rock layer was still solid, and there was no end in sight.

What should I do to continue cutting?

Behind the owl's growl was getting closer and closer, Joan wiped cold sweat from his forehead and forced himself to calm down.

Even if the "Goddess of Destiny" blesses and can dig a channel to escape from the grotto before the magic wand has exhausted all its magic power, that is not necessarily the best choice.

The purpose of his trip is not only to help Clark find treasure, but also to take the opportunity to hunt mythical owl bear and complete his second-order myth trial!

If this is the case, what other trials are you talking about?

"I have plenty of spell slots to use, and "Branch of Ilminsur" is in hand, and I can become a powerful "tree man" at any time. What am I afraid of?"

"It should be the abominable monster afraid of me!"

Joan gritted his teeth, turned his heart across, and resolutely turned to face the more imminent mythical owl bear, decided to stay, kill the monster himself, and complete the level 2 myth trial!

After making up his mind, Joan no longer hesitated, quickly opened the casting material package, took out all the materials that might be used next, and placed it on a raised rock platform beside him to ensure that it was within reach.

The casting materials he prepared for the mythical owl bear included a ball of spider silk, a small iron shovel, a piece of ham skin, a small ball of butter, sulfur and iron powder, and a translucent ball. glass bead.

When ready, Joan looked up outside the cave door.

The figure of the mythical owl has approached the door. A pair of scarlet eyes keep turning, stretching his neck to sniff around, clearly searching for the breath of the intruder.

Joan barely restrained the panic in his heart, grabbed the clues, and chanted the spell spell softly.

The silent cave is airtight, and it becomes particularly loud with a little movement.

The mythical owl not only has a good sense of smell, but also has a good sense of hearing. Hearing the sound of strangers from his nest, he immediately screamed and rushed over!

"Ungwé!"

Joan rushed to complete the casting preparation before the angry monster rushed into the cave, creating a large layer of sticky cobwebs, which covered the entrance of the cave with a curtain.

The mythical owl pierced into the elastic cobweb, and found that his body was sticking to the cobwebs, and became more and more angry. While roaring, he was struggling to swing his strong arm, which would block the cobweb in front of him.

Joan knows without looking, "Cobweb" can't stop this mad beast for a long time, and all he wants is to slightly trap the opponent's footsteps, so that he has enough time to complete the next stage of the casting ritual.

The mythical owl continually tears the cobwebs, approaching the cave door step by step, and the wild roaring sound comes into his ears. Even though Joan is accustomed to the **** storm, he has experienced countless fatal fights in person, and he still can't help but panic.

People have the instinct of fear, and no one is really "not afraid of the sky". Fortunately, Joan’s mind is firm enough, and the spirit is also focused enough. Without being captured by fear, he panicked his hands and feet and quickly caught himself on the stone platform beside him. He picked up the small shovel model and made a string of skillful gestures.

"Unqué!"

At the moment when the mythical owl was about to pull the last cobweb to break into the door, Joan finally completed the second spell and raised his finger to the cave entrance, and a wave of magic emerged from the foot of the mythical owl, prompting a solid A ten-foot wide and twenty-foot deep shaft was instantly cracked in the ground!

The mythical owl bears all his thoughts on the cobwebs that tear the road, without ever paying attention to the changes under his feet. When it realized that a big pit appeared on the bottom of its feet, the feet tightly wound by countless sticky spider silks had no time to move, dragging a long wailing to the bottom of the well, and a dull impact came from the moment of landing.

The mythical owl is eight feet tall, fat and strong, covered with thick and fluffy fur, and a twenty-foot deep shaft is far from enough to kill this monster.

After falling into the bottom of the well, the mythical owl fell dizzy and shook his head struggling to get up, looking up at the wellhead, roaring with panic and anger, raised his claws and grabbed the sides of the well, struggling to climb up climb.

Seeing the mythical owl bear fall into the trap created by the "pitting technique", the stone pressed against Joan's heart fell to the ground.

The most critical tactical link has been a great success, and it will be easier to handle next.

He heard the roar of the mythical owl coming from the bottom of the well, and also guessed that this monster was not willing to be imprisoned in the well. He must try to get out of his trap, and his top priority was to prevent the mythical owl from climbing out of the trap.

Joan picked up the slippery ham skin from the rock platform and calmly gestured.

"Púréa!"

While chanting the last start-up incantation, Joan raised his finger to the wellhead, and a large mass of dark grease was created by the spell, pouring down the wellhead.

The mythical owl finally climbed into the middle of the shaft, and was poured down by a large pool of grease that came out of thin air. The fluffy fur was soaked in grease and became sticky, wet, and a dread of sticking on the body was uncomfortable. .

What made the mythical owl even more depressed was the smooth wall of the well, which was now smeared with a layer of grease and became more slippery without keeping his hands, making it slip down involuntarily, puffed, and fell to the bottom of the well, The lower body is soaked in black thick oil.

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