Mage Joan

Joan squatted down quickly, hiding his breath in the dense trees and observing the two uninvited guests through the gap between the trees and trees.

Unsurprisingly, the two were lizardmen, wearing shabby leather armour and armed with spears. One of them was carrying a rectangular skin shield diagonally, and the other was carrying a leather bag with three javelins.

The two lizardmen seem to be seasoned warriors, waving their spears carefully while walking, plucking the surrounding grass, obviously searching for traces.

One of the lizardmen asked a companion, and the other shook his head and whispered a string of strangely pronounced words. The lizardmen's language is completely different from humans, and Joan can only understand one or two words, thus confirming that they should use dragon language. This ancient language is not limited to the use of dragons. Humanoid creatures, such as lizardmen and kobolds, who own or consider themselves to have dragon blood, are also keen to use this language, which in their view is older and more noble than any other language. Language.

Joan was guessing what the two lizardmen were talking about. A rough bird crowed in the air, and a red-eyed crow landed. It was the crow who tracked him and Gray not long ago.

When the two lizardmen saw the crow, they immediately stopped and stood upright with a respectful look.

The crow fell in the grass, radiating a golden brilliance all over his body, his body quickly expanded, and turned into a lizard man shaman in a gray robe and a wooden staff in front of Joan's eyes.

The Lizardman shaman talked to the two samurai in dragon language, then turned and walked to the middle of the island. He stopped at the cave door where Grey hid, and his dark red eyes stared at the mouth of the cave, revealing the cold killing intention.

"Get out!" the lizard-man shaman shouted into the depths of the cave in a slightly sturdy human lingua franca, "You are nowhere to escape the murderer who killed my brother Cohen!"

The echo lingered among the forest, and the cave was silent.

"Master Chud, since the murderer has no courage to come out and face you, let me and Bunker go in and drag them out!" A lizard warrior could not wait to fight. His companion also held up shields and spears, his face eager to try.

The Lizardman Shaman Chud pondered for a few seconds and gently nodded: "One of the murderers is a human teenager, not worth mentioning, and the other is like a giant clan. It looks difficult to deal with. Do not underestimate the two of you."

"Our brother is working, but Lord Chude is at ease!"

The Lizardman warrior stood up confidently, striding into the cave with a spear, and his partner quickly followed.

Seeing this scene, Joanne couldn't help worrying about Gray hiding in the cave. He squatted in the grass and moved his feet, intending to return to the cave to help Gray deal with the two lizard warriors. However, as soon as he moved, Lizardman Shaman Chud immediately sensed and turned back suddenly, his fiery eyes flashing an alert light.

Joan quickly leaned over and hid in the depths of the grass, and the atmosphere dared not breathe.

"Who's there, don't get out of me!" Chud yelled at the bushes where Joan was hiding, his gaze shifted uncertainly, and he was not sure if he had just heard the wind or the footsteps.

"Well, sneaky reptiles, see how long you can hide." Chud chanted the magic prayers in a low voice, and the strong and scorching magic gathered in his hands, quickly condensing into a burning flame.

Chude's left hand was evenly spread, holding the flaming flame in his palm, and waved his hand suddenly. The flame flew away from the palm and flew to the bushes.

The bush where Joan hides is about fifteen yards away from the fire. Although he hasn’t been burned yet, the heat waves and smoke have spread before the fire, especially the pungent smoke, which makes him almost cough. stand up.

Joan pulled up the hem of his cloak to cover his nose and mouth, resisting the urge to cough, and looked around through the fireworks, hoping to escape from the rapidly spreading fire without disturbing Chud. However, he was disappointed to find that Chud happened to be stuck in the only direction where there was no fire, and with his poor strength, once he was traced by Chud, he would definitely die.

Just as disappointment gradually turned into despair, the roar of Grey came suddenly from the depths of the cave ahead, followed by a screaming numbness, prompting Chud to turn his attention immediately.

Footsteps came from the cave. A lizard stumbled out. The spear in his hand had been broken, the shield was smashed, his body was covered with blood, and his face was frightened as if he had just seen a ghost.

"Bunker, what's the matter!" Chud snapped to the lizard warrior who escaped from the cave.

Bunker shuddered, and the moment he looked at Chud, there was ecstasy in his eyes, as if the drowning man finally saw the rescue boat. He could not answer Chud's question and hurried towards him. However, just two steps later, a javelin suddenly flew behind him, accompanied by a roaring wind breaking into Bunker's back, and a piercing sound penetrated the body, and the blood-stained spear came out of his chest.

Bunker's eyes widened, struggling to move a step forward, and he fell to Chud's feet and died.

The lizard man shaman's gloomy face twitched slightly, gazing over the corpse under his feet to the cave.

The gray-faced grizzled beast strode out of the hole and dragged a **** lizardman's body upside down in his right hand, looking like he was dragging a torn and ragged rag doll.

"Moge!" The Grey Beast glared at Chud and roared loudly. His thick arm waved forward, using the Lizardman's body as a throwing weapon, and smashed it hard.

Chud had been guarding against this mad monster for a long time, and hurriedly fled to avoid. The left hand pushed outward, and the flaming flame shot away from the palm of the hand to the gray bag.

The flames created by the "fire" technique hit Gray, leaving a trace of scorch on its wide and thick chest and immediately extinguished. The slight burn not only failed to scare Gray, but further stimulated its anger, and roared straight towards the Lizardman shaman.

Chud hurriedly cast the wooden stick to Gray's feet, and at the same time spit out a string of prayers, the wooden stick became a bucket-like, five-yard-long piebald python on the ground, flicking the body and tightly holding Gray.

All six eyes of the Grey Bag Beast were burning with anger, roaring and protruding out a pair of giant palms, grasping the python's neck and tearing hard, accompanied by a crackling sound that made the scalp numb, this thick python was actually born by it Torn in two.

Gray dropped the python's broken limb contemptuously, and the broken corpse twisted and shrunk when it fell to the ground, and then returned to the wooden staff, only to be broken in two.

"Damn monster, wait for me!"

The Lizardman shaman was deeply shocked by the horror power of the gray bag beast, whispered a spellcasting gesture, and a twinkling flash of light appeared in his arms, as if countless blue and white snakes were moving back and forth against his arm.

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