Mage Joan

Qiao An was embarrassed to hear Ha Kang applaud him.

If it weren't for the yin and yang to be blown to the Daxue Mountain by a high-altitude storm, he broke his legs and was forced to struggle to survive, he didn't want to show his courage by this way of death.

When Ha Kang saw that Jo An was silent, he thought he was worried about a leg injury, so he comforted him softly: "Brother, wait for us to return to Shizhu Town, please ask "Gray Master" to get rid of it, and your injury will be cured in an instant, ensuring that it will not fall. Disability."

"Master Grey, is it the shaman of your tribe?" Joan asked curiously.

Indigenous tribes who specialize in the treatment of wounds and diseases, if not druids, are probably characters such as witch doctors and shamans.

"Master Grey, hehe... Actually, it is not a human being, but an ancient tree. It is an old prophet widely worshipped by the residents of Shizhu Town and even the northern Asa tribes. His old man has a strange temper, but his heart is very kind, especially I love the kind and brave young people, and I will say a few good words for you at that time. The elderly should not refuse to heal you."

Ha Kang stopped talking, and apologized.

"I don't know much about Master Grey, or I will be reprimanded by Slud."

Joan nodded in understanding, then fell into a deep contemplation.

Although Ha Kang did not say clearly about the identity of Master Gray, from the information he revealed, Master Gray must be an ancient activated plant, which makes Joan naturally associate the ancient mythological tree in the Algonquin Valley "Old White".

Joan remembers that Lao Bai said that in the ancient world, the "world tree" Igdrasius, there are three descendants still living in the world, which the world calls "Ilmin Sur", Lao Bai is one of them, and there is another It seems that Ilmin Sur was rooted in Shizhu Town. He was regarded as Lao Bai's brother. Lao Bai also asked him to visit the ancient tree when it was convenient.

Unsurprisingly, the "grey master" that Hakang said should be the old white brother, another old mythical tree "Ilmin Sur" who is also a descendant of the world tree.

If the above speculation holds true, it is not difficult for Joan to understand why Ha Kang intends to request "Gray Master" to help him treat his broken leg, Ilmin Sur, and indeed has the ability to perform high-level medical magic.

Just when Joan was thinking about it, his elbow accidentally hit the last big wooden box, making a thud.

Joan rubbed his arms and looked back, casually asking Ha Kang: "What kind of goods are contained in these big boxes, it seems to be very heavy."

His question was just an unintentional move, but Ha Kang seemed to be embarrassed and hesitated.

When Joan saw his face, he immediately realized that he had asked questions that he should not have asked. These wooden boxes were likely to be the key goods escorted by the caravan.

Judging from the twenty Asa Hunting Horses with live ammunition outside, the cargo contained in the wooden box must be unusually expensive. Instead of being Hakang, it is not easy to reveal the insider to the stranger who met on the journey.

"Just ask it casually, it's not convenient to say it."

Hearing Joan's words, Hakang couldn't stand still. If he didn't conceal, wouldn't it seem to be wary of Joan?

After scratching his head and scratching his head for a while, Ha Kang finally lowered his voice and told Joan: "Boy, all the guys in the wooden box are terrific guys, you know!" said, saying a gesture of pulling the trigger.

Qiao An felt his comprehension and lowered his voice and asked, "Is the magic crystal gun in the box?"

Ha Kang Zheng focused on his head and told Joan with a gesture: a total of one hundred magic crystal rifles were installed in the five large wooden boxes!

One hundred guns!

Joanne was really taken aback this time.

He had participated in the army and fought in battles. Of course, he knew the weight of a hundred magic crystal rifles. He couldn’t help curiosity. He inquired about Hakang, “Where did you get such a large amount of arms? It cost a lot of money. ?"

Ha Kang smiled mysteriously: "There is a'Forge Valley' to the north, have you heard of it?"

Joan thought about it for a while, thinking of the old dwarf Flint Anvil who runs the forging factory in Delin Town, he was born in a fortune dwarf in the forging valley. He had heard some things about forging valley from Mr. Flint thing.

"It is said that there is a place where dwarves have lived for generations. The dwarf artisans also built a strong fortress in the valley called "Nidaville"."

"Unexpectedly, you Yankee have heard of the dwarf fortress Nidaville. In fact, Nidaville is also the largest arsenal in the north of the New World."

Suddenly there were footsteps outside the car, and Slood jumped up with a small wooden bucket and asked Joan coldly: "Hungry?"

Joan smelled the aroma of the food in the barrel, couldn't help swallowing, and nodded blushing.

Slood handed the keg to his brother, and said blankly: "Just cook the thick soup. You can give him a drink. Before he recovers from the injury, he will fill his stomach anyway."

"Without trouble, I can eat myself." Joan said crampedly.

Ha Kang first handed the wooden spoon to Joan, took a look at the bucket, and amazed: "Corn flour, butter, cheese, minced bacon, and mushrooms and pepper, so rich, no wonder it smells so sweet! Sloed, did you burn it yourself?"

Sluder turned his head and didn't make a sound, and seemed to think that it was a trivial matter, not worth mentioning.

"Is there any soup? I want to have some."

"Greezy, not yours!"

"Really, my brother-in-law is not as good as Brother Joan."

Ha Kang grumbled half-truth and motioned for Joan to eat while it was hot.

Joan scooped up a spoonful of thick soup and tasted it. The delicious and fragrant taste immediately activated his taste buds. From the heart, he admired the delicious food and cast a grateful glance to Sluder.

"Delicious, eat more, say less!"

Slood looked impatient, and his cold look contrasted sharply with the hot soup.

Joan swallowed the soup thickly, his stomach firmed, his body warmed up, he leaned back comfortably, he accidentally bumped into a wooden box, and quickly moved his body forward, lest the guns in the box would go off fire, on himself Open a few big holes.

Seeing his fearful look, Slough raised his lips slightly: "Don't be nervous, firearms and bullets are open."

"Oh, that's good..." Joan scratched his head in embarrassment and tentatively asked her: "Are you buying so many guns, are you preparing for a war?"

Slud looked at him coldly, and it took a long time before he said: "We, the Walsong tribe, never take the initiative to wage war, but when invaded by others... and will never endure humiliation and submission!"

Ha Kang found that his sister was angry, and quickly took over the words: "Joan, our Shizhu Town is not very smooth, what conquered the sect, withered monsters, snow monsters, frost giants... well, there are countless monsters and Evil forces pose a threat to the survival of our people and have to purchase arms to strengthen their defense."

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