Mage Joan

Joan relayed the results of the "Branch of Ilminsur" to Clark and Davis.

The three were surprised that he was able to draw such precise intelligence, but they did not question it, only when Joan was good at some kind of magical technique for searching monsters.

"So many dead needle monsters are hiding in the woods, and if anyone breaks into it brashly, he must not be shot into a sieve on the spot!" Allen exclaimed.

"That's not necessary."

Joan opened the storage bag, took a small piece of turtle shell out of it, and used it as a casting material to take a picture of "anti-enchantment" on himself. Subsequently, two "Mythical Powers" were continuously stimulated, blessing "Mythical Mage Armor" and "Mythical Shield Technique" for themselves, which greatly improved the defense power.

Two mythical protective spells were added, and even if Joan was surrounded by dead needle monsters and was shot by chaotic arrows, he would be able to stand at least one minute without damage.

With full preparation, Joan stepped towards the pine forest.

"Brother Joan, I will go with you!" Clark chased.

Joan stopped to look back, frowning slightly, just to dissuade Clark, the Frost Giant rushed and said, "You can rest assured that the spikes fired by the dead needle monster will not hurt me!"

As if fearing that Joan would not believe it, Clarke took a deep breath and slammed in a sudden, a fiery fighting spirit burst into the depths of his gray-blue eyes, his physical potential was all inspired, and his already strong muscles suddenly expanded. Circles, every inch of the skin is full of explosive explosive power, emitting an extremely dangerous aura.

Joan was frightened by Clark's sudden rising momentum and could not help but take two steps backwards, staring at the frost giant with **** fighting spirits in his eyes, froze for a moment before realizing that he had started "Furious".

Clark's basic occupation is "barbaric warrior", also known as "barbarian". While fully exercising physical strength, he also cultivates a special spiritual meditation idea. When he reaches a certain level, he can hypnotize himself with a roar of war and enter Fanatic combative mental state.

In this state, the physical potential of the "Barbarian Warrior" will be stimulated by the fighting spirit, and the destructive power and resistance to attack will be significantly improved, ignoring the pain and the mental interference to fight frantically, until it knocks down all the enemies in front of it, or continues to physical strength The moment of overdraft and inability to fight anymore

Entering the "furious" state is only the first step. Clark once again issued a battle roar, using a special breathing secret to cooperate with spiritual meditation. The chest fluctuated at a high frequency according to a fixed rhythm, bringing the inherent coldness of the Frost Giant's body-this It is actually a kind of blood power-urged through the pores.

"Hoo-ha!"

"Hoo-ha!"

...

The breath circulated at high speed in Clark's body, and gave off a rhythmic whistling sound like an organ.

Forced out of the cold outside the body, it became more and more intense, all attached to the skin surface of the Frost Giant, absorbing the moisture in the night sky and condensing into frost.

Layers of frost are stacked to form a set of frost armor that wraps Clark's body. Even his hands are covered with a layer of hard ice crystals. The sharp ice edges extend from the outside of the ten knuckles, like a fist inlaid on an iron glove!

"Brother Clark! How did you turn into an ice sculpture?" Allen's eyes widened in surprise.

Clark exhaled a large white mist and turned back to tell the boy: "This is the armor that I created using the "Frost Rage" mystery. As long as I don't throw me into the fire to roast, this frost armor has enough defensive power to match the steel armor. With this armor, I don’t have to be afraid of dead needles!"

Joan knew that Clark had advanced the frost giant rage, which is unique to the Frost Giant family on the basis of the "barbaric warrior". What he called "Frosty Rage" and "Frost Armor" must be the special ability of this profession.

Clark's "Frost Armor" is not inferior to stainless steel forged body armor in thickness and hardness, and it is no longer necessary to resist the shooting of crossbow arrows.

Joan also found that Clark did not lose his mind like other barbarian fighters after turning on "Furious". His mind was full of war, and he still talked and laughed and seemed very calm.

What's going on?

Joan suspects that Clark either has mastered a secret technique for maintaining reason in a violent state, or is benefiting from the frost armor covering the whole body, keeping his body temperature at a relatively low level. A person in a cold environment will appear calmer and less prone to blood, which seems to make sense.

"Brother Joan, my "Frost Armor" can't be maintained for a long time. The time is too long to inevitably melt. Let's go to the forest to search for the withered monster!" Clark urged.

Joan nodded, followed closely by the Frost Giant wearing ice crystal armor and majestic wind, and quickly walked deep into the pine forest.

Clark intentionally blocked Joan behind when he walked, using his huge body as a moving barrier, providing a solid and reliable safety barrier for the young and magnificent young wizard who was behind him.

Joan followed Clark and was completely drowned in the shadow cast by the Frost Giant.

Fortunately, he has already activated the "dark vision" enchanted by the prosthetic eye, and his vision is not affected by the dim environment in the pine forest. While watching the surroundings with vigilance, he sometimes looks down at the "branch of Ilminsur" in his hand, by observing the branch The deflection angle and the light and dark changes of the brilliance of the branches can accurately measure the location of the withered monster.

"Mr. Heil, 30 yards to the left, between two Masson pine trees, there is a withered monster."

According to the information provided by "Branch of Ilminsur", Joan discovered the hidden monster in advance and informed Clark in time.

"Okay! I'm going to pull out the cunning little sapling!"

Frost Giant had no doubt about Joan’s judgment and turned to the left side of the forest. He waved the shrubs up at the root with a random wave of his hand, and threw a large piece of mud with roots at the location indicated by Joan.

boom! The bush hit a seemingly ordinary pine tree, and the sand and leaves spattered. The impacted pine tree shook violently, and the thick trunk of the bowl made a clicking sound, and a deep crack appeared.

Clark looked at the pine tree curiously, not seeing anything abnormal.

Joan said it was a monster disguise, wouldn't it just look away?

Just when he was wondering, the pine tree suddenly twisted in a way that violated the normal plant habits, the roots swelled, and the roots detached from the soil on their own, twisted into two bifurcated lower limbs, and moved slowly. The half-folded trunk leaned forward, and the canopy-covered crown sagged down, stumbling through the dim forest, looking like a skinny old man.

"Yooo! Brother Joan, come and see, the guy moved! Moved! What the **** is that... the dead needle!"

Clark danced excitedly, like a 3000-pound child.

In order to see the appearance of the dry needle monster, he took the initiative to meet him and looked at the other party curiously.

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