Mage Joan

In fact, the food swallowed by the nine heads of Scala will eventually converge into the same stomach pouch, so this kind of quarrel to grab food is actually meaningless.

However, although Scala has nine heads, his intelligence level is not as good as an ordinary troll with only one brain, and the confusion caused by the bulls makes him not only stupid, but also extremely crazy, even he himself cannot predict himself What will happen next.

After all, the nine heads have different plans, and it is difficult to form a unified opinion.

Culkin is still trying to persuade Scala to let go of the orc who is about to be killed, but this is useless. Unless one can persuade Scala's nine heads at the same time, even if one of the heads releases the orc, the other heads will immediately Throw up and bite.

Shaman shook his head and walked in front of the nine trolls with a sullen face, without a word of nonsense, the live snake that was connected to the left arm after lifting up, the snake opened wide, and spewed out towards Scala. Withered fire".

"Nine Trolls" Scala, like ordinary trolls, possesses a superb regenerative ability that is almost immortal. Only fire and strong acid can restrain its regenerative physique and pose a life threat to this crazy monster.

Seeing the raging flames coming head-on, Scala shrank to avoid, and all nine heads exclaimed in silence. At the same time, the unlucky orc slipped from Scala's mouth.

Culkin rescued the tribe, but the opponent's neck had been bitten by Scala, and blood was flowing, and his eyes would be cut off.

"Damn bastard!" The orc chief stared at the nine trolls, his eyes full of anger.

"Forget it, Culkin, we can't make a fuss with a guy with abnormal brains. The enemy is currently in trouble, but we can't fight ourselves." Shaman waved his hand to stop the orc chieftain from merging with the nine trolls, Shen Sheng said: " Remind your people, stay away from the lunatic Scala, so as not to be killed by it again."

Kurjinqiang nodded with anger, and left with the clan's body.

Sharman withdrew the snake hand, sketched a summoning circle on the grass with his staff, and chanted prayers in a low voice.

A magical glory emerged from the array, accompanied by a long roar resembling a howling wolf, a black monster responded to Shaman's call, shuttled from the "spirit realm (etheric plane)" parallel to the "substance realm", and stood quietly in Summon the center of the array and wait for the master's instructions.

This black monster named "Night Hound" is as large as a mule horse, and looks like a canine. It is actually a kind of evil sperm creature native to the "fairy wilderness". It has a long and flexible neck and neck. It can rotate 360° freely like an owl, its face is ugly and ugly, its eyes are red, its pointed ears indicate its goblin blood, and its dark fur coat emits a smoky smell similar to burning pine branches.

At noon, the blazing sunlight projected through the dense foliage of the forest, illuminating the dark, shiny black fur of the night hissing hound. The monster immediately showed an uncomfortable expression and shrank back, avoiding the sunlight and hiding in the shade.

When its body avoids the light, it transforms from an entity into an illusory texture like smoke and mist, as if it may be blown away by a gust of wind at any time.

Sharman was not surprised by the scene in front of him.

Nighthound is a very rare "incorporeal" goblin, capable of traveling between the "spiritual world" and "material world".

When it is at the boundary between the two planes, it will be like this at the moment, showing the incorporeal characteristics of real and fantasy, floating like a ghost in the air, without real texture, can not be ordinary sword hurt.

The night hissing hound in the incorporeal state is also afraid of the sun like a ghost. If it is exposed to direct sunlight, it will be expelled back to the spirit world, so it can only move at night or in a dark area without sunlight.

At noon at this moment, the reason why the night hissing hound made an exception in response to Shaman's call was also because Shaman was in the jungle. The shadow cast by the trees in the forest can provide a place for the night hissing to shade.

The Nighthound cannot speak, but Sharman can communicate with it through telepathy, and immediately ordered the monster to go to the river beach area to sniff the breath and footprint left by Clark and his entourage, and then search with his super tracking ability The whereabouts of the target.

The Nighthound nodded obediently and turned towards the bushy beach.

A small smile of satisfaction appeared on Sharman's face.

A night hissing hound led the way, he was confident that he could catch up with Clark and others in less than two days, recapture the "Gantias root" originally belonged to Henry Baldwin, and slaughter the Frost Giant and the little mage, wash The shame he suffered in Haus town.

As for the ogre lord Shrek and the crappy poet named Casio beside him... if they are smart enough, they can keep their lives for their own use. Snow hatred, the body was thrown to Scala as a snack.

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Under the night, the honey wine river meanders through the dense forest, and a bonfire is born on the riverside. Joan and the three traveling companions have just had dinner and are drinking tea and chatting around the bonfire.

"Mr. Heinel, how far is it from the Owl Bear Valley?" Joan asked Frost Giant.

"We have walked almost halfway, according to the speed of the past few days, if there is no accident on the road, you can reach the Owl Bear Valley in up to three days." Clark Mo replied with a stubble.

It has been three days since Joan and his party left the Prince's Port.

In these three days, they went north along the Mijiu River and deep into the forest of the head. On the way, they encountered harassment by beasts, orcs, and even "withered monsters" many times. Fortunately, they were strong enough to always solve these eye-opening problems. Guy, the journey has been smooth so far.

"This area is an area where the orcs and the withered monsters frequently infest. We better be careful not to be traced by Kulkin's men." Casio murmured uncomfortably.

"Shrek is not afraid of Culkin. If he dares to run into trouble, Shrek guarantees that he will lose more than one ear this time."

The Ogre King sat cross-legged in front of the campfire, his fat face flushed with fire.

Joan was about to speak, and suddenly his face changed slightly, reaching for the magic alarm from his pocket.

"What's the matter, brother Joan?" Clark noticed that the earthworm tentacles in Joan's hands were shaking slightly, and he immediately recalled that when he was dealing with the withered monster in Housetown, he also used this tentacle to search for the enemy's trail. Asked alertly: "Is there a dangerous creature approaching?"

Joan nodded gently, his expression extremely serious.

"Everyone beware, we may be surrounded!"

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