Mage Joan

The wild boar skin is thick and thick, and the body is covered with a layer of mane sticky with turpentine and sand.

The small vampire bat is difficult to cause substantial damage to this group of strong beasts.

Saying hello didn't get any response, Joan and they couldn't help but looked at each other, they didn't know what to do for a while.

The intention to participate in hunting, but without obtaining the other party's consent, rushing to hunt wild boars may arouse the hostility of the other party, and even fight for prey and fight, causing **** conflict.

Such precedents are common in previous hunting conferences.

Just as the four of them hesitated, the trees shook diagonally across from each other, and a hunting team heard the movement.

The headed hunter is armed with a spear, two companions beside him are holding a sword in their right, and a shield in their left, and not far behind is an elf man in leather armor and a long bow obliquely looking like a ranger.

The elf ranger quickly observed the situation on the spot, and without further ado, he bowed his arrow and shot a green enchanted arrow toward the densest area of ​​the wild boar.

The arrow "poo" was nailed to the grass, and the landing point was right in the center of the swine. The arrow shaft burst immediately, inspiring a circle of green magic halo.

The nearby trees and trees grew wildly under the influence of magic power, mutating into countless snake-like vines, binding the wild boars around them.

The frightened wild boar struggled desperately, making a mess.

The three companions of the elf ranger rushed up and hunted the wild boar bound by the vines.

The nearby hunting team saw anger as they rushed over to **** their prey.

However, they also knew that they could not eat so many wild boars with the power of their team. While the other party was snatching their prey, they also helped them to reduce the pressure objectively, so they had to endure annoyance and go all out to harvest their prey.

"Grandma's! Look at this hell!"

"Good children like us who are civilized and polite, can't get any benefits. Others have thick skins but take advantage of it!"

Roger fired his shotgun angrily and urged his companion loudly:

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!"

Joan, they were a little hesitant. The three frightened wild boars turned and fled towards this side.

Dick's eyes lit up and said loudly: "This is not to blame me, it is the wild boar's first move!"

He picked up a battle axe and a large shield and rushed up to meet the wild boar.

Boom!

Dick struggled to swing his shield and bumped the wild boar running forward.

The sturdy body of the young knight only shook slightly, and then took a big step to catch up and round up the "flaming battle axe", slashing towards the wild boar who was hit by a shield and still staring at Venus. The beast's hard skull split open.

The magic power attached to the blade of the axe turned into a raging flame, and the flammable bristle bristle penetrating the resin and igniting it was lit.

The wild boar with a broken head and a burning body made a desperate cry, turned his head and staggered and ran for two steps before being caught by four headed hounds.

The hounds ripped together, forcing the wild boar, who was seriously injured, to crook and fall to the ground, and could no longer crawl.

Dick stopped only one wild boar, and two wild boars. After a short period of consternation, the fierce hair was like a chariot out of control, rushing forward.

The two pairs of fangs are like sharp iron ploughs, and they must break all the obstacles in front of them.

The wild boars with their heads charged were fierce, but neither Joan nor Thomas were frightened. They rushed to complete the casting preparation before the two wild boars rushed over, releasing "sleep" and "color spray" one after another.

The fierce and strong wild boar is difficult to be knocked down by lethal spells, but the mental level is particularly fragile.

A wild boar was successfully hypnotized by Joan and fell into a sound sleep.

The other wild boar was hit head-on by the colorful beam of light from Thomas's hands. His eyes were blinded by the magic light on the spot, and he fell to the ground and fell into a dull state.

Gunshots sounded at the right time.

A lead bullet hit the bottom of the ear of the wild boar and burst into a hole with a big fist. The blood from the wound was frozen by the cold magic contained in the bullet.

Roger quickly loaded the bullet, and the muzzle locked on the wild boar hypnotized by Joan.

With a slam shot, the bullet exploded through the ear hole in the skull of the wild boar, causing it to stop breathing in a deep sleep.

Wild boars have always been known for being tenacious.

Roger feared that the wild boar that had been laid down by the hounds would counterattack when he was about to die, and then he was given another shot to confirm his death.

At this time, the other two hunting teams had already left and chased away the wild boars.

Five **** boar corpses were left in the bushes, their tails were cut off, and they were marked with a "secret mark."

Joan checked it in the past and found that the secret seals on the five wild boars were different.

Three of them were marked in blue and belonged to the team that first discovered the herd.

The remaining two wild boars were covered with orange marks, apparently the prey captured by the team that came later.

Joan returned to his companion and found that the three wild boars they had hunted had their tails cut off by Dick, and cleaned them and put them in their backpacks for safekeeping.

Thomas photographed the secret seals one by one on the boar carcasses.

The imprint radiates a red magical brilliance, and the word "TC" is faintly visible, which is the acronym of "Thomas Chap".

"How to deal with wild boar carcasses?"

Dick looked at his companion with some embarrassment.

"Would you like to drag the prey to the river first, send the three fat pigs to float downstream, and then return to chase the other wild boars who fled to the bush?"

"Forget it, too much trouble!"

Thomas waved his hand.

"When we return, let alone the wild boar, there is no more pig hair."

"These three pigs, don't worry about being thrown here, anyway, we don't lack meat..."

"If it is a rare prey such as "Razor Boar", you can cut off the pig's head and put it in a storage bag, and take it back to make a skull specimen for commemoration."

"If you leave it here, will it be taken away and lied to be their own prey?" Roger asked uncomfortably.

"The "Secret Mark" cannot be faked unless the other party erases it with a spell, such as 1 ring of "erasing" or 3 rings of "dispelling", but there are four factors to ensure that such cheating will almost never happen."

Thomas stretched out four fingers and explained to the Joan and Dindal brothers one by one why the prey would not be stolen.

"First of all, as a core member of the hunting team, the caster does not need to waste valuable spell slots in order to steal an ordinary wild boar."

"Secondly, even if someone has a crooked idea of ​​stealing prey, they can't explain why their loot is lacking in wild boar tails."

"Third, the judges of the Hunting Conference, including several high-level casters of the Port of Leiden Austrian Law Association, during the game they will use a number of'detection crystals" to closely monitor the hunting area. Once cheating is found, the cheaters will be cancelled immediately. Qualify for the game and impose heavy penalties."

"Finally, when the game is over and the spoils are counted, the magical caster in the referee will continue to open the "see through lies" and "domain of honesty", forcing all contestants to truthfully report the hunting results, the liar and the cheater will not be The probability of seeing through is almost zero."

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