Mage Joan

Regarding Martin's admonishment, Edward only smiled calmly, reached out and pulled a scroll from the storage bag, turned around and shook Martin.

"I said, don't worry, don't worry, this is a 5-ring "teleportation" scroll. With this scroll to perform teleportation, I can take you and the two officers to return to the pier in an instant. What are you worried about of!"

Martin looked at the arcane scroll in Edward's hand, his face became a bit stiff, and he could not help but complain: "Since you prepared the "teleport" scroll in advance, why not tell me earlier!"

"You didn't ask me again."

"This..." Martin shrugged helplessly and had to give up arguing with his arrogant brother, "Since you are not in a hurry to go back, what are your plans for the next trip?"

Edward looked up at the top of the waterfall, with some regret in his eyes.

"I originally planned to climb to the top of Razor Hill and appreciate the lake and mountains. Unfortunately, we have wasted too much time these days. I'm afraid it's too late to climb to the top of the hill before dark. I had to go around the mountainside and play a few more wild boars...our points now how many?"

"195 points."

"Come on, work harder, and it's not a problem to break 200 points before the lunch break."

Edward tossed the spell reel high and grabbed it again, intending to put it back in the storage bag.

However, at this moment, the water pool in front of him suddenly set off a wave, and a black figure jumped from the water, reaching out like lightning to grab the magic scroll falling down in the air.

Edward stunned, and after a short period of disappointment, he regained his composure. Without thinking, he pulled out his waist saber and stabbed at the weird shadow that had taken the spell scroll.

puff!

The sharp sword pierced the man's chest, but there was a dull sound.

Edward felt that the blade of the sword was like a tough and elastic leather shield, and the thin sword was hindered into a bow. Even if he tried his best, he only cut a shallow wound on the surface of the opponent's skin.

Edward retracted his sword two steps back and glanced sullenly at the opposite weirdo who had taken the spell scroll.

Martin Smith also recovered at this moment, quickly retreated behind Edward, hurriedly chanted spellcasting spells, and photographed himself with a "mage armor" before feeling a little relieved.

Hearing the unusual movement, two of Edward's assistants hurriedly picked up their shotguns and hurried over, and they were all surprised when they saw the weird guy who appeared out of nowhere.

The man had just jumped ashore from the waterhole. The wet naked body was as dark as ink, only four feet in length, the legs had bulging muscles, and the upper body was thin like a young child. His face was not childish, but there was a ray of goatee in his lower jaw. , Forehead raised a pair of small horns, seemingly weird.

The weirdo clenched the spell scroll in his right hand and rubbed his chest with his left hand—the chest had just been hit with Edward's sword, and the slight scratches showed a trace of blood.

"Young gentleman, it's not polite for you to do this." The weird man wrinkled his small face and complained in tone.

"For a thief, my way of greeting is kind enough."

Edward stared coldly at the little weirdo.

"Speak your identity and return the spell scroll to me, otherwise this will be your last prank in your lifetime!"

"My name is Jack, just a poor lost child."

"I originally came to this island with my brother for a holiday, but for some reason, my cruel brother left me silently and left alone."

"Good sir, I didn’t intend to **** your reel, but think about it, a child like me who is lonely and lingering doesn’t even have a copper on his body, and no one wants to send me home, except with this teleportation reel, How else can you leave this island?"

Little Jack said pitifully.

"I advise you to pretend to be poor, I don't believe a word of your gibberish!"

Edward made a spellcasting gesture and decided to use 2 rings of "Higher Endoscopy" to personally check Jack's details.

"Good-hearted sir, I didn't lie, and I didn't want your spell scrolls. How about using this to exchange spell scrolls with you?"

Jack suddenly opened his mouth and vomited until he vomited a large mass of dark things into his hands and tried to pass it to Edward.

Edward had always had a cleansing habit, saw the disgusting vomit, subconsciously covered his mouth and nose and backed away.

Martin probed curiously, looking at the object held by the weirdo.

The thing looks like an undigested mushroom, black with white hyphae, and the surface is covered with a thick layer of viscous digestive juice, which emits a pungent odor that is smelly and not smelly. How disgusting is disgusting.

Edward Qiang endured the urge to gag, insisted on completing the casting ritual, the silver awn appeared in his eyes, and used two rings of "higher endoscopy" to spy on Jack.

To his surprise, this weirdo who claims to be a "stray kid" has strong willpower!

Edward couldn't break through the other party's will barrier and see through its details, but Jake's blood-red camp aura glowed around him under the detection of "Higher Endoscopy" enough to show that he was an extremely evil person.

"This little monster is not a good thing, I don't want to hear him talk again!"

Edward gave a hand gesture to the two companions with guns next to him, beckoning them to start immediately.

The two gunmen were elite guards around General Gates. It was their job as professional soldiers to kill the enemies. After receiving instructions from Edward, they immediately raised their guns and aimed at Jack to pull the trigger.

Two large lead shots whizzed out of the gun barrel and almost hit Jack at the same time.

The strong impact force lifted the dwarf freak, flipped over two heels, and landed lightly in the grass across the river bank.

Edward stared at Jack, his eyes filled with surprise.

The large-diameter smooth-bore magic crystal guns held by the two gunmen are enchanted weapons. Even if it is a strong and ferocious wild boar, the two shots on the vital part must be seriously injured and fell to the ground. The bullets only caused two bruises on Jack’s chest. There wasn't even a drop of blood.

What is the material of this guy's body, so tough!

"Everyone beware! The black-skinned ghost seems to be some kind of advanced goblin, and only cold iron weapons can cause complete damage to him!"

Martin Smith suddenly shouted anxiously.

Edward's complexion immediately dimmed.

If Martin's guess is true, it can indeed explain why Jack has been shot twice and shots one after another.

Higher sperm creatures are born with special physiques. The seemingly fragile skin is actually more flexible than beef tendons, which can greatly reduce the damage including magic weapons. Only a rare metal weapon called "cold iron" can easily Tear its skin and cause normal damage to it.

Unfortunately, in the warm climate of Alfheim, the production of cold iron is very scarce, the price is high and it is not easy to buy, plus the cold iron is not very useful except for fighting goblins and demons, and few people are willing to spend big. The price specifically purchases cold iron weapons.

Including Edward, the weapons held by the four people present were not cold iron products, and it was difficult to effectively kill Jack.

It doesn't matter if he is a goblin, the weapon is not easy to use, isn't it magic?

Edward calmly made a series of spell-casting gestures, preparing to **** Little Jack with a "magic missile".

Martin Smith also tried his best to calm down and took out a small ball of sulfur mixed with air-dried bat feces from his pocket, intending to cast his strongest attack spell currently mastered-3 ring "fireball"-bombardment Little Jack.

"Uh huh! Ruthless gentlemen, it's really disgraceful to treat a poor wanderer like this with such roughness."

Little Jack didn't seem to be worried about the coming threat at all. He said cold words and suddenly exerted force on his feet. He flew into the air like a cannonball and jumped 30 feet in an instant.

With the dark skin color, he merged with the night, jumped to the highest point and turned backwards, fell into the dense canopy, and so quickly disappeared from the vision of Edward and others.

Edward and Martin glanced at each other and chose to suspend the cast and watch the changes.

In the depths of the jungle opposite the river bank, a rustling sound suddenly came.

At first, Edward thought it was the movement of Jack scraping the leaves and leaves when he fled, and he didn't care, but soon realized that the situation was wrong.

Not only did the noise go away, but it became more and more harsh from far and near.

The trees in the forest were broken and fell to the sides. It seemed that a huge creature was approaching quickly.

"Be careful, something is coming!" Edward sighed and warned his companion.

Martin held his breath, and the palm of his false grip condensed magic, turning the cast material into a dark red ball of light, circling and emitting a hot airflow.

The two officers picked up their shotguns, and pointed their muzzles at the place where the abnormal sound came, with intertwined vigilance and murderousness in their eyes.

At this time, two red spots appeared in the forest, like two lanterns floating in the air, and then a huge black shadow broke into the vision of Edward and others, making their nerves more tense.

Moonlight shines through the dense foliage, and the dark shadows in the forest are getting closer.

The first to appear in the field of vision is a pair of huge fangs, which can not be less than ten feet long, visually reflecting the moonlight like polished ivory, and the upwardly curved arc reminds people of the sharp scimitar.

With the sound of the tree breaking, the owner of the pair of fangs finally appeared completely across the river bank. It was a wild boar bigger than a mammoth colossus, covered in steel needles, hard and sharp flaming bristle, between the fangs A large, wide mouth with a protruding nostril spewing white mist. The "lantern" I saw in the forest just now is actually the bloodshot eyes of this monster, and his eyes show the wild animal nature.

"This guy... is it a razor boar?" Edward asked his companion a little guilty.

"The Razor Boar is not that big..."

Martin Smith stared at the rapidly approaching behemoth, so terrified that he couldn't help trembling his teeth, and could hardly maintain his casting focus.

"That guy... I'm afraid it's the legendary...Prince Razor!"

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