Mage Joan

There was no way to walk on the ground, Joan simply started the "advanced spider-like form", and turned into a spider-like elf form. With eight dexterous long legs, he climbed up the steep stone wall beside him.

Going all the way to the wall, climbing to the dome of the grotto, Joanne hangs upside down on the dome, looking down on the flail snail with his head and feet.

The flail snail raised his head and looked at Joan with a look of surprise in his eyes.

It doesn't seem to understand the human teenager just now, why suddenly became a half-human half-spider monster?

After a short hesitation, flail snails crawled up the gastropod and climbed up the stone wall.

The soft and moist stomach feet secrete viscous liquid, like a suction cup, which can support the bulky flail snail to climb up the dome, but the crawling speed is quite slow, which is incomparable with the flexible spider elf.

Joan hung upside down on the dome, waiting for the flail snail to climb up, suddenly kicked with long legs, tumbling over somersault, and falling back to the ground lightly, without making a slight noise under his feet.

It took a lot of effort to climb the flail snail on the dome. After seeing this, he suddenly felt dumbfounded and froze for a while before he returned to his place.

When it finally returned to the ground, Joan climbed up the dome along the stone wall, observing his behavior upside down, and the calm gaze made the flail snail feel a strong mocking.

At this moment, the big snail had realized that he was being played, his tentacles were shaking angrily, and the transparent shell suddenly showed colorful colors, bursting out a strong flash of light.

The colorful light from the volute made Joan feel dizzy in front of his eyes and hurriedly turned to dodge.

Almost at the same time, the topaz amulet hanging around his neck automatically activated, blessing him with 3 rings of "secondary mind barrier".

The moment the spell was activated, Joan felt refreshed and his mind was clear again.

Touching the amulet on his chest, Joan narrowed his eyes, carefully observing the continuous radiance of flail snail shells, and recognizing that it was a psychic effect that affected the mind, similar to the 3-ring illusion "hypnotic pattern". Bewildered by this brilliant brilliance, it will become unconscious.

Joan secretly rejoiced, thanks to the "Second Mind Amulet" made by him.

He made this talisman, originally intended to guard against the crystal python, but he had not met the crystal python, but instead resisted the magic of the flail snail.

Facing the entangled attack of flail snail, Joan couldn't help but burst into flames, immediately jumped from the dome, cast a shape to create a "mage nether palm", remote control black big hand, grabbed the flail snail's head from the air.

The flail snail still wanted to repeat the trick and shrank his head into the shell. However, this time Joan was already guarded. He quickly gathered his five fingers and grabbed the four connecting hammerheads above his head before he shrunk. Tentacles, hold in the palm of your hand.

The flail snail was frightened and shook its head back desperately, trying to break away from the black clutch.

Joan is also polite, trying his best to remotely control the "Mage Nether Palm", grasping its tentacles without letting go.

In Spiderling Elf form, Joan’s strength attribute is increased by 4 points compared to human form.

Comprehensive calculations, the power attribute of the Master Nether Palm is up to 24, which exceeds the strength of the flail snail. This "tug-of-war" game quickly wins and loses.

The flail snail's tentacles have collapsed to the limit under the full pull of the two sides, like four overwhelmed rubber bands, accompanied by a series of puffing noises, all of which were torn off by Joan with "Mage Ghost Palm".

Flail snails screamed with blood at the top of their heads, quickly retracted into the shell, screaming.

Joan walked eight long legs, pacing around the snail shell, and snails wailed and shrilled from the shell.

Joan rubbed his ears and remembered an introductory text about the flail snail in The Monster Book of Vales.

According to the book, flail snails rarely spoke during their long lives, so that they were suspected of being dumb.

Only when all four antennae of the flail snail are torn off, it will retract into the shell and groan, and after half an hour of wailing, it will finally usher in death.

Joan remotely controlled "Mage's Nether Palm", spread his big hands, and looked at the four chain hammer antennae sticking to his palm. His mood was a little complicated.

Now that the flail snail has been fatally wounded, it is better to wait for it to wailing to death.

Thinking so, Joan remotely controlled the "Mage Nether Palm" and grabbed the snail shell and hit the rock.

With a loud bang, the rock shattered after the collision and the snail shell was unscathed.

Is it so hard? !

Joan felt his chin for a long time and got an idea.

He first changed back to human form, extracted a "mythical power", blessed himself with "mythological transformation", and then injected a "wake-up agent" to become a mutant snow monster.

Striding forward to the dying and wailing flail snail, Joan reached out a pair of giant palms, held up the heavy volute, found the hole where the flail snail entered and exited, took a deep breath, and then opened a magical cold flow!

The shell of a flail snail can only bounce back magic, but cannot reflect supernatural abilities.

The cold current of the mutant snow monster's breath is equivalent to 10 levels of freezing cold damage, and the power is more than the dragon breath of the strong white dragon's breath!

The roaring airflow enveloped the magic of the extreme cold and poured into the shell of the snail, instantly freezing the soft and water-rich body of the flail snail.

When the water in the snail's body crystallizes in cold, its volume soars, and the skin is completely cracked and becomes hard and crisp like ice.

Joan grabbed the frozen volute of the volcano again and tapped it twice against the stone wall. The broken flesh was like ice debris, falling down from the opening of the volute.

Joan beat for ten times in a row, until all the flail snail remains were knocked out, leaving only an empty volute, and then stopped.

The empty shell weighed about two hundred and fifty pounds, and Joan placed it on the open space next to it.

Joan did not want to waste the flesh and flakes of flail snails that were spilled on the ground. Blowing off the floating dust, collecting them cleanly, filtering them after melting, extracting pure plasma, and putting them into reagent bottles as samples for subsequent research.

At this time, Joan felt the soles of his feet cold and looked down before remembering that he was still bare. Turn around to find your leather boots stuck to the ground, grasp the boot with both hands, and pull up with all your strength.

I tried it twice and it turned out to be completely in vain.

The soles of the boot and the ground are tightly bound together by the secretions of flail snails, which have crystallized and hardened.

Joan had to take two steps back, remotely control the "Mage Ghost Palm" with a power attribute of up to 20, and forcefully tear the leather boots off.

Turned over and looked, the bottom of the leather boots had been torn apart, and he used a "repair technique" to restore the leather boots as new. Then he used "magic tricks" to clean up the boot socks and put on his leather boots again.

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