Mage Joan

The giant sword named "Shuang Ming" in the hands of Arnold Laval was a weapon used by Baron Benedict Laval when he was young.

After Sir Raval was promoted to colonial commander, he rarely had the opportunity to charge himself in battle, so he gave this love sword to his younger brother.

This sword is not only heavy and sharp, but also enchanted the special effect of "Frozen Cold". If cut by this sword, the blood and flesh near the wound will also be frozen by the cold.

However, the "mutated snow monster" in Joan's incarnation is the coldest attack.

After the injection of "awakening agent", "Mythical Transfiguration" was promoted to "Perfect Transfiguration".

Joan's "mutated snow monster" at this moment not only possesses the strong body that this monster should have, but also obtains all three supernatural abilities of the "mutated snow monster", the first of which is immunity to all cold damage!

The cold magic power emitted by the "Shuang Ming" giant sword has no effect on Joan, and the sharp blade can't cut a pair of claws that have been blessed with "Magic Teeth".

Arnold, the spider, used all his strength to pull the sword, but the giant sword was still held firmly by Joan with one hand, immobile, and the dark and hideous face, showing a contempt.

Facing this giant mountain-like beast standing in front of him, Arnold could not help but breed a near-desperate feeling of powerlessness.

"Damn monster!"

The "Variant Snow Monster" was too powerful, and Arnold was unable to fight. He had to give up his sword and cursed and moved eight spider legs while retreating, while making a casting gesture, trying to use magic to make up for the power gap.

Joan’s body turned into a "mutated snow monster", and his mind did not degenerate to the level of "mutated snow monster". It was still the genius mage with an intelligence of up to 29. Spider Arnold wanted to cast a spell in front of him, which is purely It's no fun to ask for it.

Opening the transparent inner eyelid, Joan stared at the spidered Arnold and gave him a fierce glance!

At the moment when the eyes of the two sides contacted, Arnold spidered vaguely felt that the blue eyes of the giant animal opposite, like a deep ice cave, sucked his soul into it, and suddenly felt a trance.

Arnold, the spider, turned her head hurriedly to avoid Joan's chilly eyes, but it was too late.

The magic cold current that penetrated into his body through his eyes made him stiff and numb, the casting process was forced to stop, and a horrified expression solidified on his face, like a standing ice sculpture.

Seeing that Arnold the Spider had been frozen to numbness by the "chilling gaze", Joan chuckled, strode forward, raised his giant palm, slapped him with a slap, picked it up and threw it to Hailar.

Hailar took out a bundle of rope from the storage bag, tied the spidered Arnold to a sturdy, and occasionally lifted his eyes to peek at Joan.

"Joan! Is this the mutant snow monster you talked about before?"

"Looks like a big fat white snowman, cute and fluffy!"

Hailar bundled up Arnold the Spider, so he couldn't wait to pounce, hugging Joan's legs, and sighed while touching.

"Uh huh! It feels a bit like velvet, and it feels really good. It's more comfortable than the cat of the landlord's wife's house. Would you like to try it yourself?"

Joan actually likes to play cats, which is a great fun of his decompression and relaxation.

However, it's one thing to poke a cat. It's not very pleasant to be treated as a cat by someone else.

He bent down, reached out two fingers, gently pinched Hailar, and pulled her away from her leg, letting her open teeth and paws, and ignoring her carelessly, she laid her on the ground, turned and strode, and rushed in battlefield.

Seeing the drow warrior who was fighting with other companions or giant worms along the way, Joan grabbed it in his hand and grasped it with strength. There was a crackling bone cracking in the palm of his hand. He was squeezed into a **** flesh, and he had no resistance at all.

Joan threw away his inadequate body and rushed to another nearby drow warrior without stopping, slapping in the past without waiting for the other party's response. It was as easy as shooting a mosquito, hitting it on the spot!

Joan morphed into a snow monster, rammed all the way, and slapped a child, shooting six drow samurai within two minutes.

The dark elves who witnessed the massacre scene were all frightened by this brutal white-haired monster who didn't know where to fight. The spirits were scattered, the fighting spirit was disintegrated, and they struggled to escape into the darkness and hide far away.

Joan didn't chase down the dark elves who had fled the wind, confirming that his own side had prevailed, and turned back to Hailar, turned back into a human form, and took out a large syringe.

"Joan, what are you trying to do with such a thick needle?" Hailar asked curiously.

Joan was too lazy to explain, and directly replaced the answer with action—a needle was inserted into Arnold the Spider, and a tube of plasma was drawn, almost 1 pint.

Arnold, in a coma, seemed to feel a tingling sensation, and her body was trembling, and she was about to wake up.

Joan pulled out the needle and shot a "deep sleep" on him, causing him to fall asleep.

Under Hailar's stunned gaze, Joan put away the needle filled with blood samples and said to her casually:

"Simply draw some blood and test it, maybe you can analyze what curse Arnold has in the end, just routine operations, don't make a fuss."

"Uh? Is that true? I see."

He said, "Understood," but Hailar was still a little doubtful.

She is more inclined to think that what Joan said was just a pretext, actually interested in the strangeness of "spider elves", taking advantage of Arnold becoming a spider elf, and drawing his blood as a research sample.

From spidering Arnold's blood sample, Joan thought of another valuable trophy that had not yet been recovered, so he could not explain to Hailar and turned away.

Hailar looked at his busy running figure and scratched his head blankly.

Joan followed the memory and ran back to the drow warlock he had killed before.

On the chest of the corpse, the "secret mark" he laid by himself shone slightly in the night.

Joan quickly searched the corpse and found a pack of casting materials, a delicate hand crossbow, a sword box, and a bottle of poison designed for arrow poisoning-it is said that only dark elves know how to refine this highly toxic process Therefore, it is named "Zall Toxin".

"Drow toxin" is not a kind of potent poison that sees the blood and seals the throat. Its main function is to make the poisoned person fall asleep.

If you have not been properly treated, the poisoned person will die in a long period of lethargy and visceral failure.

From poisoning to death, there is usually a sleepy period of more than one day, which can last a few days, depending on the strength of the poisoned person.

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