Mage Joan

Colonel Harrison watched Joan's figure drift away, and turned to nod to Major Vasa.

Major Vassar deliberately recruited Dick and Roger and ordered the two young servants to quickly pass the order:

All officers and men immediately set off on their horses and attacked the Jackal camp!

The troops quickly completed the assembly. Five hundred cavalrymen lined up in two columns and galloped along the river beaches, as if the wind and rain quickly approached the river bay where the fishing village was located.

Joe flew safely, at a speed much faster than that of a warhorse. When the big army had just set off, he had returned to the fishing village again.

He first blessed himself with "invisibility", "anti-sword enchantment", "mage armor" and "shield", and then made good protection. Then he converged his wings and quietly landed on the observation tower near the pier.

The two Jackals who were in charge of guarding and sentry were dozing off, not even realizing that an invisible man was quietly walking behind him.

Joan stretched out his hand to hold the dagger, thought for a while, and felt that it was not enough to directly assassinate the sentinel, and instead took out a handful of sand mixed with dried rose petals.

"Hácala!"

Joan whispered a "Sleep" mantra in a low voice, and at the same time scattered the fine sand and petals in his hand to the jackal who was napping with his back.

The two sentries were half asleep and half awake, completely unconscious of resistance to spells, hypnotized by Joan without suspense, and snoring into a deep sleep.

At the moment when the cast was over, Joan's "invisibility technique" also failed, and his figure appeared slowly as a reflection in the water.

Joan was afraid that the hyena under the tower would find that he first daggered off a sleeping jackal and cut off a set of mane, using it as a medium of spellcasting, using 2 rings of “transfiguration” to turn himself into a tall and terrible creature. Jackal.

Joan moved his limbs a little bit to adapt to this brand-new body, and then held the "Electric Light Blade" with his backhand, approaching the two sleeping jackals.

Covering his mouth, wiping his throat with a knife, and killing one by one in his sleep.

Joan laid down the body carefully to avoid the blood dripping under the tower to alert the hyena.

Afterwards, he walked down the sentry tower in the form of a tall and strong jackal, and walked so majesticly to the group of hyenas who were napping in the shade under the tower.

In fact, not only jackals are nocturnal creatures, hyenas are also accustomed to day and night out, just ran around on the street just now, because there are dead bodies everywhere in the village.

In the face of too rich food sources, the fierce hyenas tend to fill their stomachs before going to sleep. After all, they often suffer from hunger and hunger. After eating this meal, they don’t know where the next meal is. The priority of eating is always It's bigger than sleeping.

At this moment, most hyenas have filled their stomachs, and their drowsiness has risen, and they have found a place to shade to take a nap, which provides convenience for Joan's next move.

Under the tower, a hyena heard footsteps, opened her sleepy eyes and looked at Joan, immediately showing a flattering expression.

Joan stared at it for a few seconds to confirm that the beast did not notice anything strange, and regarded himself as a genuine jackal, and he was completely relieved to wave a handful of sand mixed with air-dried petals and flatter his tongue with his tongue. The bitch, together with her dozing companion beside him, all sent into a deep dream, even if they whistled in their ears, it was difficult to wake them from a deep sleep.

In fact, Joan wanted to use hyenas to fall asleep and wield their swords as a result of their lives, but he had to consider the unexpected situation.

If any hyena is dead, he will not be dead if he is hit with a knife, and he will awaken with severe pain and whine, causing other hyenas to be alert and causing him great trouble.

Even if it can ensure a single death, it will take a lot of time to assassinate more than 100 hyenas, and what Joanne currently lacks most is time.

There are only twenty minutes left before the scheduled time for the troops to attack.

During this period, Joanne must hypnotize all hyenas as much as possible, which is not an easy task.

Fortunately, hyenas are gregarious beasts, they are collectively dispatched when hunting, and they like to gather together when dozing to provide security for each other.

The hyenas also maintained a certain degree of vigilance when they snoozed. Hearing Joan’s footsteps, they opened their eyes and looked at them cautiously, and when they found out that a jackal was coming, they gathered their guards.

In the minds of the hyenas, the jackals are nobles above them. They are their slave owners and protectors. As hyenas, they must not violate the orders of the jackals anytime and anywhere, and must be unconditionally loyal to each other.

In the absence of food, giving one's life to the other party as a ration is also the obligation of the hyena servant to the noble Jackal master, not to mention the other party just passing by.

Who would dare to bark loudly and innocently, and irritated the grumpy old Jackal, wouldn’t he find his own way?

With the mentality of seeking benefit and avoiding harm, the hyenas did not dare to make a sound, squinting again and dozing off.

Joan was able to cast a spell calmly, and the fine sand and dry petals flowed down between his fingers. The invisible magic wave spread to the group of hyenas opposite, causing them to yawn one after another, and instantly fell asleep from sleep.

There is only one street in the small fishing village.

Joan spent ten minutes walking from the street to the end of the street, constantly casting hypnotizing hyenas to sleep, causing them to fall asleep.

Afterwards, Joan turned her head from the end of the street and went back, looking for the fish in the net.

There are indeed a few hyenas on the street that have not yet fallen asleep.

Most of them are old, weak and sick, and their status is low in the ethnic group. If they catch prey, they can only watch the strong hyenas eat meat first. When it is their turn, they can only bite the bones, and they are all hungry. Skinny, covered with scabies, it looked both pitiful and frivolous.

Yesterday evening, this small fishing village was attacked by bandits of jackals, and the whole village was slaughtered.

Uncle Jackal gives priority to enjoying loot, leftover corpses, and it is the turn of the female hyenas and strong male dogs of the higher ranks to eat. Finally, there is nothing left for the old and weak hyenas.

In order to fill their stomachs, they had to withstand the scorching sun at noon, diligently searching through the rubble of the villagers' bodies buried in the rubble, hoping for a full meal.

Joan walked along the way, often seeing such hungry eyes with green light, and then seeing their greedy faces that ate the villagers’ bones. There was only hatred in their hearts and no sympathy, whistling, and hellos nearby. Hyena came over.

The second ring of "Morphing" can give Joan the transformed creature's common skills corresponding to the race.

After Joan turned into a jackal, he automatically mastered the ability to squeeze and drive hyenas-this is like the herdsmen on the grassland generally proficient in riding.

The seemingly random whistling actually contains brilliant skills. Ordinary people cannot hear anything special. Only hyenas can hear rich information from this whistle.

All of them ran to Joan, wagging their tails to succumb to the noble Lord Jackal, hoping for the Lord’s favor and giving a sip of food.

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