Mage Joan

Gray heard Joan's warning, stopped immediately, and after a little hesitation, tamely returned to the forest.

The Lizardman shaman maintained the state that the spell could be activated at any time, and looked deeply at Joan, and looked at him up and down for several times before speaking.

"Mr. Master, you have great eyesight." He spoke with a lizardman's unique "hiss" accent, but the lingua franca was quite fluent.

Joan stared silently at the Lizardman shaman and quickly figured it out. "Inflammation Strike" is a 4 ring natural magic with a large attack range and strong lethality. The lizard man shaman opposite can perform "Inflammation Strike", which means he has at least 7 druid levels. Strength is much stronger than yourself. Of course, there are two big helpers, Gray and Jamie, next to Joan. The three of them have a chance to fight against the Lizardman Shaman, but even if they are successfully killed, they will have to pay a heavy price. Gray and Jamie are both physically strong, and they may have a chance to save their lives when they are hit by a "flame attack". A small mage like himself who is fragile in health will definitely die if he is bombarded by the "flame attack".

Thinking about it this way, Joan made a gesture, indicating that Jamie and Gray were moving apart. The explosion radius of the Flame Strike is about 10 feet, and if it is together, it is likely to be "one pot end" by the other party; conversely, pulling away from each other can ensure that the spell released by the other party hits at most one target-no matter who the Lizardman Shaman chooses Casting the spell, the other two opponents can take advantage of the counterattack and kill him!

The Lizardman shaman saw Joan's calculations, and looked nervous in his eyes.

The two sides maintained a fragile confrontation, the conflict was on the verge, and the atmosphere in the woods was suffocating.

Just as the two sides were afraid of each other, there were rapid footsteps between the forests, and the two figures quickly approached.

Joan worried that the coming person was the lizard man shaman's partisan. He glanced in the direction of the footsteps with the corner of his eyes. The result surprised him greatly. The two Dingdall brothers came over. What surprised Joan even more was that the lizard man shaman, when he saw the Dingdall brothers running over, also showed a relief on his face.

What exactly is going on?

Which side is the Dindal brothers?

Just when Joan secretly suspected, Roger Dingdall had rushed out of the woods and saw the scenes of the two sides struggling, and quickly raised his hands and shouted: "Don't do it! Both sides are own people!"

Dick Dindal ran after his brother, looked at Joan first, and then shouted to the lizardman, "Weiss, don't get me wrong, this is the Joan Vida we are looking for, mine good buddies!"

The Lizardman shaman named Vis obviously relieved, then canceled the spell, dropped the wooden stick and raised his hands, showing that he was not hostile in the traditional way of the Lizardman.

Joan whistleed and called Jamie and Gray back to his side, asking Brother Dindale with confusion: "What the **** is going on?"

"It's not clear in a sentence or two. Let's go to the house and drink slowly." Roger wiped his sweat and lowered his voice. "Weiss escaped from the big swamp and took refuge. He lives temporarily in the wood cabin in your house so as not to be caught by the townspeople and cause trouble."

Joan glanced at Weiss and thought, "It's really my guess, this guy is indeed a fugitive."

"If he doesn't mind companionship with Gray, it's okay to stay in the hut for a while, Gray, don't you object?" Joan looked at the gray bag.

Gray pouted, refusing to say "Moge." It didn't like living with the Lizardmen, but considering that the other party was also a fugitive, out of sympathy, he finally nodded and accepted Joan's arrangement.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Vader." Weiss bowed to Joan deeply.

Joan was also the first time he met such a polite lizard man, and his impression of Weiss improved.

A group of four people, plus a dog and a grey beast, successively drilled into the wooden house and almost squeezed the hut. Joan gave the only chair to the guests from the Everglades and sat on the table by himself. Gray hugged Jamie with his back against the fireplace. The Dingdall brothers had to sit on the window sill.

Dick took the water bag from Joan and slammed it, then wiped his mouth and became addicted. Poorly, he begged Joan: "There is only this forest in Delin Town that can accommodate Weiss, my good brother, can't you die without help!"

Joan frowned, expecting a big trouble to come to the door.

"Dick, don't worry, let's make clear what trouble Weiss is having and how you met each other."

"It's quite complicated to elaborate on this matter. Let's ask Weiss to tell it personally," Roger suggested.

Joan's eyes turned to the lizard man shaman, and he listened to him with respect.

The chair specially designed for humans is not suitable for the body structure of the lizard man. Weiss sits on the chair, and the thick tail behind the hips is very troublesome. I have to turn the chair ninety degrees in place and sit on the back of the chair. Be more comfortable, thoughtfully sorted out the thought before breaking the silence.

"Mr. Vader, have you ever heard of the'cold-blood tribe'?"

Joan nodded. The "Cold Blood Tribe" is a group of lizardmen living in the southern swamp. At first, the lizardmen Shaman Cohen, Chud and the two Lizardman attendants killed by Gray and he were from the "cold blood tribe". Also from this tribe.

"Our cold-blooded tribe has always served as chief elder—that is, the patriarch—as the chief shaman, leading all the tribes to preside over the religious ceremonies to worship our god, Samuelanya, and the contemporary elder of the cold-blooded tribe, which is widely loved by the tribes. Myrick is my father." Weiss said with a hint of pride.

"It turned out to be a prince, it's really disrespectful." Joan said politely.

Weiss shook his head: "Don't mention any prince, now I'm just a fugitive with a vendetta."

The deceased lizardman prince gritted his teeth and restrained his grief and continued: "Our lizardmen family has never expanded beyond the swamp in these years, and maintains a good relationship with the residents of Delin Town. This is all due to my father’s restraint. His elders have warned countless young people in the tribe not to harm humans on their own initiative, and it is strictly forbidden to rob human villages and towns, so that our cold-blooded tribes and the human communities around the swamp have maintained peace for many years. nothing."

"That's the truth!" Roger nodded in agreement. "My father had dealt with Elder Milik and admired this wise old man. It was precisely because Elder Milik signed a non-aggression agreement with my father. In recent years, our residents in Delin have been able to hunt and fish around the swamp without worrying about being attacked by lizardmen."

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