Mage Joan

Just as Joan was thinking about it, the crowd suddenly fell silent, looking back at the cruise bridge one after another.

Joan, aware of this abnormal sign, turned around and looked over with the flow of people.

On the open-air balcony on the third floor of the bridge, three men stood by the railings. From the perspective of dress and manners, they were all big men with high weights.

Joan carefully looked at the three gentlemen who made the more than two thousand tourists respectful, and only recognized the middle-aged man standing on the far left, the owner of the manor where the "haunted incident" happened recently-the Director of Customs Andrew Snow.

Judging from the expressions of the three gentlemen during the conversation, Andrew Snow's position is clearly one grade lower than the other two.

From this perspective, the identity of the other two people is self-evident.

"Isn't that skinny tall man in military uniform a bit familiar?" Thomas whispered next to Joan's ear. "He is Edward's dad, General Charles Gates, Port Leide Garrison Commander."

"He turned out to be General Gates. No wonder he looks similar to Edward."

Joan nodded suddenly, and then asked Thomas.

"The gentleman with a beard standing between the Director of Customs and General Gates is His Excellency the Governor?"

"Yes, that respectable gentleman is our Governor-General of Alfheim, Sir John Norfolk, and also the chairman of the Hunting Competition Organizing Committee." Thomas nodded with a smile, "Master Governor next The rules of this year’s competition are about to be announced, which is estimated to be similar to previous years."

Joan raised his ears curiously, focusing on listening to the Governor's speech.

Governor Norfolk stood on the terrace of the tall ship building, and did not raise his voice deliberately, but each word was clearly conveyed to the listeners on the deck.

It can be seen that either the Governor-General has extraordinary strength, or secretly uses magic to increase his volume.

Norfolk’s speech is nothing new.

The first few sentences are nothing more than routine, I wish you all a good time, and tell the people who participate in hunting to be safe.

Next, the Governor’s conversation turned to the key point—the announcement of the points rules of this hunting competition.

The first is the rules that Joanne already knows.

The competition schedule starts from sunrise on July 3 and lasts until sunset on July 7. It has a total of five days and five nights.

Each hunting team consists of four people, in addition to up to four hunting dogs.

The following statistical integration rules are somewhat complicated, and are divided into four grades according to the types of wild boars that are captured.

Hunt a common wild boar and earn 1 hunting point.

Hunted a "violent wild boar" and scored 5 points.

Hunted a "Razor Boar" and scored 10 points.

Finally... Governor Norfolk smiled and said in a slightly exaggerated tone:

"If someone is blessed by the gods, and he successfully hunts the famous wild boar lord "Prince Razor", he can get 200 hunting points!"

People on the deck heard this and immediately burst into a loud noise.

The rookies who participated in the "Hunting Festival" for the first time, such as Joan, were mostly dazed. They asked someone privately to ask what monster "Prince Razor" was. Why is it worth so many hunting points, it is equivalent to 200 ordinary wild boars. Awesome?

Either Ruding Dauer brothers, without realizing the details of "Prince of Razor", he had a beautiful dream, and he said to Joan with longing:

"If we meet that wild boar prince, we must kill it, then 200 points!"

"With 200 points in hand, we can secure a medal without hunting other wild boars!"

Joan smiled bitterly at the brothers' unrealistic fantasies and turned to ask Thomas: "What kind of monster is "Prince Razor"?"

"Actually, I have only heard some rumors, and I can't say how deep I understand..."

Thomas rubbed his chin, his face surprisingly dignified.

"Prince Razor" is said to be the emperor of all wild boars on the island who is awe-inspiring. There is no doubt about this."

"This guy is too big, too horrible, so strong that it's abnormal. It's hard to say whether it's a wild boar."

"In fact, those who once participated in the hunt for "Prince of Razor" and survived by chance, generally believe that "Prince of Razor" has mutated into a new species, a magical beast unique in the world."

"The Prince of Razor is so powerful?" Roger asked doubtfully.

"If it is not so powerful, why did the Governor give him a hunting point of up to 200?"

Thomas asked angrily.

"Prince Razor" has been active on the Wild Boar Island for more than ten years now. Every year at the Hunting Festival, there is a hairy kid like you who claims to kill the Prince Razor."

"Those hunters who utter rants, if they have better luck, they haven't met the Prince of Razor at all, but the luck is not so good... either the bones of the belt have been swallowed by the Prince of Razor, or since then, never again Don't dare to brag."

"Okay, these 200 points are too difficult. Let's not provoke the'Prince of Razor'. So what is the monster of the'Razor Boar' worth 10 hunting points? Sounds like a relative of the'Prince of Razor'." Dick asked Thomas.

"'Razor Boar' is the heirloom heir produced by the mating of the'Prince of Razor' and the female ferocious boar on the island."

"The size of this wild boar is similar to that of a fierce wild boar, but like their father, they are covered with red bristles, which is more difficult to deal with than the average fierce wild boar. In fact, 10 hunting points are underestimated "razor wild boar"."

Joan hasn’t seen a lively "violent wild boar", but he has seen illustrations and textual descriptions of such creatures in the "Vares Monster Illustration", and has encountered a "violent badger", knowing any beasts Once prefixed with "violent", it means all-round strengthening, and the desire to attack is even more crazy than ever.

"According to the description in the "Vares Monster Book", the ferocious wild boar is four to eight times larger than the ordinary wild boar, and its size and weight are comparable to the adult bison."

"Once the fierce wild boar attacks, it will not be afraid of death. Even the lions and tigers dare not easily provoke the violent wild boar. It has already been called the most difficult beast in nature."

"Thomas, you just said that "razor wild boar" is more powerful than fierce wild boar, so where is it strong?"

Joan asked curiously.

The latest revised edition of The Monster Book of Vales was published seven years ago, and at that time, the murderous name of "Prince of Razor" had not yet spread outside the Port of Leiden. Because it was not universal, it had not been Revenue from the editorial board of this series.

The birth of "Razor Boar" is shorter, and of course it has not been included in the series, so Joan lacks a minimum understanding of this creature.

The powerful and mysterious unknown creature always arouses his curiosity.

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