Chapter 125 In Desperate Situation

Joan didn't participate in the chatting among his companions. He walked to the gurgling stream that passed through the camp, took off his boots and socks, dipped his feet in the cold and clear stream, and breathed a long sigh of relief. After trekking over mountains and mountains all day, my feet first got blisters, and then the blisters were worn out, and the sticky blood soaked through the shoes and socks. Feeling better after washing, but my swollen feet can barely fit back into the boots.

Joan rested by the stream for a while, picked a bunch of purple-red weeds, and sniffed it with the tip of his nose. The acrid smell confirmed his guess. Stuffing his feet back into his boots with difficulty, Joan returned to the campfire with the weeds and showed them to his companions, asking them to help him collect the plants.

"Is this a detoxifying herb?" Roger asked curiously.

"Mr. Carandil's medical book calls it 'Purple Tobacco'. After burning, it can generate a thick smoke column that is not easy to be blown away by the wind. It has the effect of repelling mosquitoes. People in ancient times used this smoke column to transmit signals. Knights When the camp sentry sees this smoke column, they may bring a patrol to investigate." Joan explained.

Everyone thought it was a good idea, so Dick, Roger and Tom acted immediately, collected a lot of "purple tobacco" on the river beach, and stuffed them into the fire one by one. Sure enough, a column of purple smoke rose and rushed straight towards night sky. The smoke is thick and emits a slightly spicy smell, which drives away mosquitoes and moths around the campfire.

Joan and the others sat around the fire and took a rest after eating dry food. As a mage, Joan had the privilege of being exempted from night vigil. After a whole day of fleeing and fighting, his body was about to fall apart, and he fell asleep immediately after getting into the tent.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Joan was awakened by a burst of intense dog barking, and hurried out of the tent, only to find that the sky had not yet dawned, and a ray of light from the eastern sky shone through the branches and leaves to bring hazy light to the forest. The Tyndale brothers and Tom also just got out of the tent, hurriedly put on their armor, and asked Gray and Jamie, who were in charge of the night watch, what happened.

Jamie barked at the opposite jungle. Gray didn't know how to speak, and pointed at the opposite side and repeatedly reprimanded "Mogg".

Everyone knows that "Mogg" can refer to all bad things in the language of giants. It is guessed that Gray probably discovered the enemy hiding in the forest, and quickly picked up his weapon and waited for it.

"Grey, have you found the goblin again?" Joan asked the gray bag beast.

Gray shook his head, flapping his wings with his hands. Joan guessed that it was simulating a bird, but any bird could pose a threat to the gray marsupial and the hybrid winter wolf, so that they seemed to be enemies.

Qiao An stared at the dense forest, and suddenly noticed a strange light flickering in the forest, and a strong wave of magic power emerged.

With a hint of ominous premonition, Joan picked up a pebble, blessed it with the "Light Art", and then threw the glowing stone to the opposite forest.

Illuminated by the magic light source, Joan saw a black owl standing on a branch, its bright eyes were looking at the camp with malicious intentions, and it held a two-foot-long owl in its hook-like beak. thin ivory sticks.

The more Joan looked at the thin stick, the more familiar it became. Just as he was thinking, the black owl suddenly burst out with magical radiance, and its body twisted and deformed sharply. In an instant, it changed from a night owl to a lizardman shaman wearing a sacrificial robe.

Joan recognized at a glance that it was Elder Bassong, and hurriedly reminded his companions to prepare for the battle. Roger's reaction was the quickest, and he raised his hand and fired a shot.

Elder Bassong did not know what kind of magic he had used, his figure melted into the big tree where he was living like a ghost, making Roger's sniper miss, and in an instant he was sent out from another big tree nearby, while Roger was in a hurry to reload the bullet, he sneered Make a series of spell-casting gestures.

After a little recognition, Joan recognized that he was releasing the "flame strike", and before he thought about it, he pushed Roger hard, and he also used his strength to fly to the other side. Almost at the same time, a golden pillar of fire erupted from where Roger was standing, and the scorching air threw Joan high and fell into the bushes.

Joan felt the darkness in front of his eyes, and his consciousness became chaotic. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly woke up from the coma, feeling tingling pain all over his body, as if his hands and feet had been broken. The cloak and underwear were torn torn by sharp bushes, and stains of blood seeped out.

Joan groaned and tried to turn over, but failed after struggling—both legs were numb and swollen, unable to move, as if they were just two pieces of firewood grafted on his lower body.

"I'm paralyzed?"

Sad thoughts came to mind, making Joan feel hopeless. However, he was soon pleasantly surprised to find that he could barely restrain the urge to urinate incontinently, and the gradual and intense pain in his legs was also a strong evidence that his feet were only temporarily out of control.

Joan twisted his neck with difficulty, using the vision of the deformed eyeball behind his neck to observe the surrounding situation. What he saw made him feel mixed. Fortunately, Roger and the others were still alive, but the situation was quite dangerous.

Elder Bassoon cast a spell immediately after firing a "flame strike" to turn the overgrown weeds in the camp into thorny vines, like endless green pythons entangled Gray, Jamie, Tom and Tyndall brothers. When they were tired of getting rid of the vines, they raised the ivory wand and summoned eight spiders the size of a bathtub in one breath.

These large spiders can use their dexterous long legs to climb through thickets of thorns, waiting for opportunities to attack their prey without being entangled. The people trapped by the vines were bitten by spiders one after another. Joan could only pray that the spiders summoned by Elder Bassoon did not have fangs...

Barely suppressing the thoughts of despair, Joan opened the satchel with support, looking for something else that could save his life. It had not been more than a day and night since the "Branch of Irminthul" was last used, and the magic power still recovering was not enough to turn him into a treant. The three scrolls in the satchel are "Burning Hand", "Grease" and "Level 1 Monster Summoning". None of them seem to be able to help Joann reverse the current predicament. Powder" is somewhat useful.

Joan first poured the "fire spray" down his throat, and the acrid taste made him sneezed. Clutching the paper bag containing the "No Trace Powder", he stared viciously at Elder Bassoon's back through the bushes, and prayed to all the gods he knew that his legs would regain consciousness as soon as possible—if he couldn't move, even with the "No Trace Powder" "Tracking powder" is also useless.

Just when Joan felt that he could move his lower limbs a little, there was a sudden sound of horseshoes from across the jungle. The young mage was taken aback, at first he thought it was goblin chasing soldiers, but he soon realized that the goblin cavalry in the Screaming Woods was riding a wolf instead of a warhorse, and the coming cavalry unit was unlikely to be a Wolf cavalry under the command of "Lord Hobgoblin" Letu.

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