Mage Joan

"According to this, we haven't even seen the Prince Razor, and he was terrified by the roar of his legs, then how to hunt it!" Roger shook his head and smiled wryly.

"In fact, don't worry too much. Although "Aura of Fear" is terrible, there is still a way to crack it.

"For example, Major Vaasa's "Aura of Courage" and Rebecca's just released "Stable Heart" have the magic effect of eliminating fear."

"As long as we are within the envelope of "Aura of Courage" and "Stable Heart", we will be able to resist the terrifying aura emitted by the Prince of Razors."

After hearing Joan's explanation, the Dindal brothers were relieved and quickly got up to catch up with Major Vaasa, following the directions from the howling just now.

A group of ten people rushed through the dense forest, and it took more than ten minutes to get to the place where the howling came, but there was no sign of the razor prince here.

What I saw was only countless broken trees, broken corpses and shocking blood stains. Obviously, there was a fierce battle just recently.

Judging from the traces left on the scene, a hunting team didn't know whether it was an active attack on the razor prince or bad luck to meet the monster on the narrow road. As a result, they were all brutally murdered by the prince razor and no one body was left.

Standing in the **** forest glade, Joan felt the air almost heavy and stagnation.

The hunting team that can come here certainly has no weak and has the strength of competing medals. However, after just a few minutes of encountering the razor prince, they all died without corpses, and even there is no chance of running away, which shows that the razor prince is What a cruel thing.

Exhaling a turbid gas with a strong **** smell, Joan barely suppressed the uneasy mood. Seeing Xiaomiao crouching in a muddy place stained with blood, he was still holding a branch in his hand and sketched gently on the mud floor. Then he walked over and asked her what she was doing curiously.

"look here--"

Xiaomiao used a branch as a pen to draw a circle on the mud. The concave mark in the circle looked like a huge hoof mark.

"This is... the hoof mark left by the Prince of Razor?" Joan speculated.

Xiao Miao nodded, then asked him: "What clues can you see from this hoof mark?"

Joan squatted beside the catwoman and carefully observed the hoof mark that was deeply stuck in the sand, thinking about it: "From the size of this hoof mark, it is much larger than that of the ordinary wild boar, even with the razor wild boar. It’s almost twice as large.”

"In this way, the razor prince must be very large, comparable to a mammoth or a tyrannosaurus, with a length of not less than 30 feet and a shoulder height of not less than 20 feet."

"Yes, judging from the hoof marks left here, the Prince of Razor is like a mobile fortress, and compared to this behemoth, we are as small as mice."

Xiao Miao said worriedly.

"The disparity in body size means the same disparity in power. Even if we do our best, it is difficult to cause effective damage to the behemoth such as Prince Razor."

"I can use the "magic technique", Thomas has a few bottles of the "magic technique" potion, enough to turn everyone into a giant, although it is still very thin compared to the razor prince, at least the gap is not It's too disparate."

Joanne proposes a countermeasure.

Xiao Miao nodded: "This method is worth trying, but there is another footprint that we need to be alert to."

"There is another footprint?"

"Yes, right here," Xiao Miao pointed the branch at a muddy ground not far from the razor's hooves. "Do you see anything unusual?"

Joan got up and walked over to observe nearby. The ground mixed with blood stains, mud and grass roots was full of messy footprints, and there was no abnormality at all.

This is not surprising. After all, Joan has not received professional training in recognizing footprints, and Xiao Miao is a "forest-seeker", and tracking and tracking is her housekeeping skill.

"Sister Meow, I really can't see any abnormalities in these footprints, or you can tell me." Joan said helplessly.

"There are many and cluttered footprints in this open space in the forest. The most conspicuous thing is the huge hoof print of the Prince of Razor, and the hoof prints of the hound are excluded. The remaining footprints are all from humanoid creatures and can be divided into two categories."

Little Meow stood with his hands on his knees and looked up sharply at the ground.

"These are the shoe marks left by the hunters, why should they be divided into two categories?" George Vassar came over and asked, followed by Sister Castis and Philip Downs.

"All the hunter's shoe prints? No, you are wrong."

Xiao Miao sneered and shook his head.

"Although the footprints are all humanoids, they are not necessarily left by humans. In fact, only four sets of footprints are left by hunters. Although the size of the feet is slightly different, they are all wearing cowhide or deerskin. The boots made can be proved first by the pattern on the bottom of the boots, and secondly, it matches the corpses left at the scene."

Joan looked back at a broken corpse in the bushes. Fortunately, his lower limbs were kept intact. His feet were indeed wearing soft-bottom deer leather boots that Xiao Miao said-in fact, Joan himself and his companions also wear this kind of wild hunting. Leather boots.

"Sister Meow, four of the five sets of footprints are wearing hunting boots, so what style of shoes do the owners of the last set of footprints wear?"

Rebecca asked curiously.

"The last one..." Xiao Miao smiled strangely. "He didn't wear shoes at all."

"No shoes?!" Rebecca's eyes widened in disbelief. "The man is walking barefoot in this bushy jungle, isn't he afraid of breaking his foot?"

"From the perspective of his footprints, his feet are covered with a thick layer of cuticle resembling tortoiseshell, not to mention thorns, even if the viper can't bite, there is no need to wear boots at all."

"It doesn't sound like normal human feet." Joan thought about it thoughtfully.

"In fact, he is probably not human."

Xiao Miao then talked about the clues she analyzed through footprints.

"The foot of this weirdo is quite wide. According to human standards, a person with such a pair of big feet is usually not less than six and a half feet tall and weighs not less than two hundred pounds. However, this person only leaves barefoot on the mud It’s not difficult to conclude that his real weight is about 60 pounds, which is equivalent to a child about ten years old."

"The difference between 200 pounds and 60 pounds is too big. If your judgment is true, then this strange person must have a pair of big feet and a thin body, and he is used to walking barefoot in the wild... so he is a half body People?" Joan made a possible guess.

"As far as I know, no halflings have signed up for this hunting competition, and there will be no indigenous halflings on the wild boar island." Xiao Miao shook his head firmly.

"Not halflings, who else can leave such weird footprints..."

Joan suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but sigh.

Before he could open his mouth, Achi took out a reel from the storage bag and unfolded it slowly.

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