Mage Joan

Joan jumped out of the gondola, and the moment the body hung in the air, the "feather fall technique" automatically took effect.

The magic net distributed around him quickly woven into an invisible large umbrella, spreading out above his head, dragging him slowly down.

Joan adjusted his posture in the air, leaned over to observe the movements in the forest, and soon discovered that Philip Downs, the housekeeper of the Castes, was wearing chain mail, holding a steel shield and a long sword, leaning back to back. A big tree fights a group of wild boars.

The old housekeeper used to be the servant knight of Sir Castes. Although he was old, his combat effectiveness did not decline at all. He used his own strength to fight against two ferocious wild boars and four ordinary wild boars.

After all, Mr. Downs was old, and Joan was worried that he would struggle with the wild boar for a long time and could not support his physical strength. So he extracted a "mythical power" to replace the 1st spell slot, and sang the chanting spell to the unguarded pigs below. , Sprinkle a handful of fine sand mixed with rose petals.

"Hácala!"

Driven by magic power, the rose and fine sand turned into a mass of dust sweeping the swarm.

Four ordinary wild boars yawned one after another and fell into a lethargy.

The remaining two ferocious wild boars, although not lethargic, were also affected by the "sleep technique", yawned greatly, appeared mentally tired, and their movements became sluggish.

Philip Downs took the opportunity to counterattack, and two swords cut down a ferocious wild boar, slammed his shield against another ferocious wild boar, and rushed to fight a sword to pierce its throat.

The two ferocious wild boars screamed and fell, and at the same time Joan fell to the ground.

Mr. Downs raised the helmet and helmet, bowed to Joan deeply with his sword, and performed a standard knight salute.

"Mr. Vader, thank you very much for your timely help. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"You're welcome, Mr. Downs, we have to get rid of these sleeping boars as soon as possible."

"Just let me deal with such trivial matters. Mr. Vader is going to help Miss Martha and Mr. Vaasa. Their situation may not be very optimistic!"

The old housekeeper said anxiously.

"Okay, let's see you later!"

Joan turned and flew in the direction Philip pointed out.

Running less than a hundred yards, rustling movements came from the bushes opposite, a razor boar suddenly jumped out, his mane like a raging flame.

Joan and the Razor Boar met in a narrow path, and both sides could not help but froze for a moment, looking at a loss.

Joan was the first to recover, turned and flew to Philip.

joke! Encounter razor wild boar at such a close distance, do you have to wait to die before running? !

There was a tingling scream from behind him, and Joan knew without looking back that the terrifying monster was chasing himself.

In a hurry, he saw a big tree, rushed over without thinking, hugged the trunk, and climbed up after a few clicks.

Turning over and climbing the tall branches, Joan was slightly relieved.

Looking back at the Razor Boar, the monster was circling under the tree, humming in exasperation.

The Razor Boar suddenly jumped up, trying to pick Joan down from the tree with his machete-like fangs.

Joan quickly freed his right hand, grabbed the horizontal branch above his head, struggling to pull the body upwards, using the techniques commonly used when playing horizontal bars in the academy, tumbling over, thrillingly avoiding fangs while leveraging his swing, his body fell lightly on the tree Above the fork.

For safety, Joan climbed towards the treetops again, and stopped until he was more than 30 feet above the ground.

At this height, the Razor Boar can't reach him anyway.

However, Joan couldn't let go of his mind to calmly cast the spell-the razor wild boar was frantically striking the tree trunk. If it continued like this, it would have to knock the tree down three or five more times!

Joan clutched the violently shaking branch, frowning.

After a little hesitation, he reached out and took out the "Branch of Ilminsur" from the storage bag.

In the current predicament, he can't think of any other life-saving measures except transforming into a "tree man".

Just when he was about to start "Branch of Ilminsur", a gunshot suddenly came from the air.

The razor boar, who was burying his head against the tree trunk, burst a shocking blood flower on his forehead, screaming and staggering back.

Qiao An looked up to the sky, a familiar white shadow was slowly falling from above the canopy, just like a lily blooming in the sky.

"Rebecca... Thank you." Joan said gratefully.

"You are all right."

Rebecca gave him a sweet smile, which seemed flattered.

"Don't move when you stay in the tree. I'll deal with the razor boar."

Rebecca put on a new magazine, picked up the enchanted shotgun and aimed at the razor wild boar to pull the trigger. The muzzle sprayed silver electro-optics one after another.

After two shots, the razor boar shot blood in the eyes and ran blindly in the woods, where the bushes were broken.

This last madness, exhausting the vitality of the Razor Boar, finally fell down in the bushes and moaned dyingly.

Joan jumped down from the tree, cast the "hand of the High Master", remotely controlled the electro-optical blade, and made the last knife of the dying razor boar, cutting its throat.

Rebecca landed from the air and looked at Joan up and down, his eyes full of concern, confirming that he didn't matter, and his pretty face smiled with relief.

Joan smiled embarrassedly, feeling that the atmosphere was a little strange, and quickly broke the silence: "How are Mr. Vaasa and Miss Martha?"

Rebecca reminded him to come back, frowning slightly: "There are at least two razor wild boars over there. Let's hurry and help!"

Joan was about to run, and Rebecca snatched him beside him, and couldn't help but say that his arms were wrapped around him.

"The jungle is difficult to walk through. If you don't pay attention, you will get lost. It's more convenient for me to take you directly to fly over!"

"That's hard work for you!"

Rebecca clasped his arms tightly and cast a spell to take off.

Joan was dragged into the sky by her, feeling like a bag of luggage, unable to maintain a balanced posture in the air by herself, very uncomfortable.

Out of instinct, Joan reached out and hugged Rebecca's waist to avoid leaning.

The girl's petite body shook slightly, and then turned her face to whiten him delicately, her face flushed faintly.

"Don't creak me!"

"I don't have it!"

Joanne felt innocent and tried to retract his hand when he was wronged, but Rebecca dropped his left arm and gripped his palm tightly.

The two flew close to the crown of the tree at low altitudes. Not long afterwards, they saw Miss Martha hovering over a leafy tree, shooting down with a dignified face.

George Vassar was wearing silver plate armor, holding a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, backed by a tree trunk and circling two razor boars.

Not far from the forest, wild boars howling one after another, the situation is very dangerous!

"Rebecca, let me go!"

"Okay, but don't be brave!" Rebecca yelled and landed in a low grass.

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