Mage Joan

The well-preserved houses in the village all closed their doors. Occasionally, hyenas jumped on the window sill and tried to drill into the house.

Shortly afterwards, Joan heard a fierce barking from the house, and the door was opened. The hyena who had just entered the room was kicked out of the door, and then walked out of a bowed-back humanoid.

The monster is seven feet tall from head to toe, and its torso and limbs are indistinguishable from humans. It is covered with dirty yellow short hairs and dotted with countless brown dots.

The mane on the neck is particularly vigorous, the head resembles a hyena, full of fangs and teeth, the roar is like a bark, and occasionally a few grotesque lingua franca, it seems to curse the hyena that broke into the room to disturb his nap.

The hyena was scared by the angry jackal and ran away with his tail. The jackal seemed to be still angry. He looked at the hyena's back and cursed again. With a bang, he closed the door heavily and there was no movement.

Joan watched this little conflict from above, and many thoughts came to his mind.

The first thing that can be determined is that this small fishing village has been occupied by the gangsters of the jackal. The villagers who have not yet had time to escape may not have survived, and they have all been killed by the wolves and their hyenas.

In addition, Joan also noticed that there is a special symbiotic relationship between jackals and hyenas.

In the Alfheim region, it is rare to see this hyena covered with brown spots. This group of beasts is likely to follow the jackals from the Gobi area south of the Brass Pass.

Joan remembers the "Wolfman" entry in the "Monument of the Monster of Vares". He once mentioned a myth about the origin of this evil creature, which may explain why the gangsters of the werewolf always follow a large group of hyenas.

It is said that in the ancient times, there was a demon lord named "Jenogu" who managed to break into the world of Vales, and then began a crazy massacre. Wherever he went, blood flowed into the river, and corpses ran wild.

All beings in the world are terrified of this demon from the abyss, avoiding it, but the strange thing is that only the hyena is not only afraid of Yenogu, but also actively follows behind him, fighting to devour the victims killed by him Remains.

Yenogu is very satisfied with this group of loyal and loyal companions. Using his almost deity's magic power, he transformed this group of followers into the world's first "wolves", and Yenogu got the "wolves." The title of "God".

Jackals followed Jenogu wandering around, spreading terror and killing wherever they went.

The victim's desperate sorrow, like supremely beautiful music in their ears, and when the other party can no longer whine, the "God of the Jackals" and their servants will greedily ate the flesh and blood of the dying until the belly bulges .

The scourge lasted for a long time, and the wanton behavior of Yenogu finally angered the good gods and sent the saints to the earth to banish the villain back to the bottomless abyss.

The group of jackals created by Yenogu was either killed by gods or followed their evil gods into the abyss. Only a handful of people stayed in the world, and luckily hid, scattered around the world, and have been reproduced from generation to generation. The "God of the Jackals" remains an abominable legacy.

Myths and legends, of course, are mostly fabricated, but they are not entirely out of fantasy, and more or less contain the refraction of reality.

According to the origin legend of the jackal family, Joan found that this creature not only has a head resembling a hyena, but also has many similarities in life habits and thinking styles. In addition to the fact that it is used to living with hyenas, it is no wonder that scholars believe that jackals It was transformed from hyena.

Joan put aside his misunderstandings, blessed himself with "invisibility", and then converged his wings to dive down, quickly lowering the flying height.

It wasn't until he was less than a hundred feet away from the ground that he reopened his wings and maintained his flying attitude.

At the current height, Joan can observe the Jackal camp more clearly. The "invisibility" allows him to integrate with the air, at least so far no traces have been exposed.

Joan flew around the fishing village, frowning secretly.

Jackals are standard nocturnal creatures and do not like to be active in the sun.

At this moment in the morning, the summer sunshine was particularly fierce. The vast majority of jackals hid in a house with closed doors and windows, and Joan couldn't estimate how many jackals were entrenched here.

He thought of using "illusion" to create some movements, lure the jackals to go out to investigate, and take the opportunity to tap the number of the other party, but he was worried that doing so would scare the snake, prompting the jackals to increase their vigilance, but not conducive to the next surprise attack.

Hovering in the air for a long time, Joan accidentally saw groups of hyenas wandering in the streets and suddenly remembered a piece of text in the "Illustration of Vales Monsters":

Jackals always bring one or two hyenas as hunting dogs when they go out to rob.

According to the number of hyenas on the street, he can roughly estimate the number of jackals.

Joan spread his wings across the street and counted it twice.

There are more than 130 hyenas on the street, which can't be counted when hiding in the shade. The maximum number is 150.

According to Joan's calculations, the gangsters of jackals occupying this place should be around 100 people.

After drawing this conclusion, Joanne stopped and turned to fly to the direction where his troops were stationed.

...

About ten miles away from the fishing village where the jackals were stationed, on a river beach with low shrubs, the Knights and the Assa coalition suspended their march, and all the officers and soldiers were anxiously waiting for scouting information.

The sun gradually moved to the center of the sky dome, the weather was sunny and the summer was hot, and the summer heat on the grass surrounded the heavily armed officers and soldiers, fumigating every inch of skin through the gap of the armor, making people hot and unbearable.

The Asa hunters in light leather armor are in a good situation. Those young knights wearing steel breastplates are particularly susceptible. The sweat is soaked in the armor lining. The heavy armor can only take off the helmet and wipe the sweat flowing down the forehead from time to time.

"The cursed weather is about drying people into dried meat!"

Dick Dindale turned and jumped off his horseback, panting and cursing toward the river beach.

Every time a step was taken, the armor of the body made a clashing sound, which disturbed the hissing of the forest.

Dick is like a bear who is about to get sunburned, sticking his tongue out, panting, and finally struggling to move to the river, leaning down and drinking the clear river water, splashing water on his face to cool down and enjoy a moment Cool.

The moment his eyes touched the river, Dick accidentally saw a black shadow fly by, slightly stunned, and hurriedly looked up at the sky, and he saw a blurry figure passing by at high speed above his head.

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