Mage Joan

Joan slept for two hours.

When I woke up, the sky to the east was already red with morning glow, and it was about six o'clock in the morning.

After washing by the river, Joan returned to the campfire, took the teapot from Thomas, and poured a large cup of steamed black tea with double sugar into his stomach, warming him all over.

The four of them had breakfast, packed their bags and continued on the road, advancing along the banks of the razor foothills, the birthplace of the Safari River.

As Ah Chi emphasized on the map, wild boars near the foothills were particularly rampant. Joan and they walked a short distance and saw a group of wild boars roaming the river beach.

Roger fired the first shot of the hunt. A wild boar burying his head drinking water spurted blood on his neck, wailing and tipping over the river.

The nearby wild boars suddenly burst their nests, some turned their heads and fled, and more wild boars were attacked after they were frightened and swarmed in the direction of the gunshots.

Joan and Thomas re-prepared the spells as soon as they got up. After these days of hunting, they have accumulated a wealth of experience, knowing which spells are particularly effective against wild boars, and also focus on preparing spells.

At this moment, I saw a large group of wild boars rushing aggressively, and without thinking about the same casting gesture, released a ring of "greasy technique" almost at the same time.

The tidal flat between the river and the trees is covered with black mud from the two beaches, which perfectly blocks the charging path of large groups of wild boars.

The wild boar rushing to the front had no time to stop. After entering the greasy area, it slipped one after another, howling and rolling, unable to climb for a while, and became Roger's living target.

The wild boar in the back noticed that there was a trap, stopped quickly, and hovered in front of the sludge area. After hesitating for a long time, he turned to the bushes, tried to drill through the thick bushes, and ran around behind the four of Joan.

For these self-savvy wild boars, Joan and Thomas were also polite, releasing "sleep" to the bushes, causing all the wild boars trying to detour to fall asleep.

If he was not worried about causing uncontrollable wildfires, Joan even wanted to hit the dry bushes with a "burning hand" to burn all the wild boars in the forest into "roasted pigs".

After two rounds of casting, Joan and Thomas can stand by and watch the play.

The wild boars trapped in the "greasy technique", as well as those wild boars lying in the trees and sleeping, were handed over to the Dindol brothers.

Of course, Joan and Thomas can also use offensive spells to assist the Dindal brothers in hunting wild boars, but this approach is not only wasteful, but also stupid.

Sorcerer's spell slots are very valuable resources, especially for low-level wizards. Spell slots are very limited and can be saved. Good steel must be used on the blade.

After half an hour, Dick and Roger finally hunted down the 20 wild boars trapped in "greasy" and "sleep" techniques.

Dick's battle axe was flushed with blood, and his sweat was exhausted.

Roger's barrel was also hot due to frequent shooting.

On the beach, the corpses of wild boars hadn't had time to harvest their tails. They made their mark, and the hound barked at the grass again.

"Guys beware, there seems to be a big guy coming."

Roger quickly reminded his companions.

In the grass came a heart-throbbing breath.

A huge razor wild boar suddenly sprang out, the red mane fluttering in the wind, and the snowy fangs shone cold.

This was the second time Joan had encountered a razor boar. After the initial surprise, all four young men recovered and quickly pulled the hound back.

The trap created by the "greasy technique" has not disappeared yet, providing everyone with a protective belt against the razor wild boar.

Joan and Thomas learned the experience of the last time against the razor wild boar, first blessing the "precision casting" in advance, each grasping a tri-color fine sand ready to go.

Although the Razor Boar is strong and has a double shield of magic and physics, its intelligence level is not much stronger than that of the ordinary boar.

The monster first tentatively walked into the greasy area, and found that the soles of the feet slipped and shrank back.

During this period, the Razor Boar was shot twice by Roger-the cheeks burst into large bloodstains, and the jaw was also opened by a lead bullet to a deep wound.

The pain caused by the gunshot wound seemed to enlighten the brain of this beast, and it suddenly reversed backwards, and stopped until it was ten yards away, rushing forward, leaping forward by running up.

The fat body glides at a low altitude, and with a pop, it falls in the middle of the greasy area, the trotters curled up on both sides of the abdomen, and the flat big belly clings to the smooth surface.

Under the influence of inertia, the Razor Boar is like a ship riding on the wind and waves, gliding at high speed against the surface of the water, and in a blink of an eye, it traverses the sludge area and approaches Dick.

"It's a hell! This fat pig is so smart!"

At the same time, Dick was amazed and also rejuvenated. He first filled a potion of "Grand Change", and his size and equipment instantly doubled, struggling to smash a giant shield up to ten feet on the ground, like a thick iron wall to block Razor boar gliding head-on.

"Alcar!"

Thomas took a step forward at the right time, and his hands shone colorfully.

Razor Boar bumped into Dick's shield, and was hit by Thomas' "Colorful Jet" as soon as he stood up. His body fluttered and slumped into a sluggish state.

Dick cast aside the shield and clanked the razor head with his battle axe in his hands.

Roger in the distance also took the opportunity to shoot and sniper.

The lead bullet penetrated into the mouth of the wild boar's mouth foam, bursting deep in the throat, making a cool snorting sound.

During the sluggish period of just six seconds, the Razor Boar got a total of Dick's two axes and Roger's two shots.

This monster was finally able to stay awake, was about to launch a dying counterattack, and was deterred by Joan’s “Colorful Jet” and fell into a desperate situation of a new round of passive beatings.

This time, the razor boar failed to hold up to the moment he got rid of magical control.

Boom!

Dick set aside the heavy battle axe and tower shield and sat on the ground with his buttocks, sweating and panting.

"Thank goodness, this group of wild boars is finally killed!"

"My barrels are almost red. We'd better rest here before we hit the road."

Roger blows at the muzzle so that the hot barrel can cool down as soon as possible.

The Dingdall brothers teamed up to hunt more than 20 wild boars, tired enough to choke, fortunately, they can recover their strength after a little rest.

Joan and Thomas looked relaxed and hardly sweated, but they each released 4 spells in this battle, which has exhausted all the 1st spell slots today.

Spell positions, unlike physical stamina, can be supplemented by short breaks. The mage's endurance on the battlefield is far inferior to that of a maiden with a sword.

Thomas now has two 2nd-level spell slots available.

Since he has not yet learned 2 ring spells, these two spell slots can only be used to prepare 1 ring spells, namely "Colorful Jet" and "Weak Ray".

Less than a last resort, Thomas will not use the two remaining spell slots. Fortunately, there are still many magic scrolls in his storage bag.

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