Chapter 122 Murder in the Jungle (Ⅱ)

Joan's heart trembled violently, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at the area where the shadow was lurking. Almost at the same time, a cold light shot out from under the projection of the tent. At first, Qiao An thought that the cold light was flying towards him, so he raised his shield to block it without thinking. However, he soon realized that the target of the opponent's sneak attack was not himself, but Wes, who was not far away from him. It's a pity that he woke up too late, and there was an exclamation in his ear, Weiss fell to the ground, with a short sword stuck in his back, and blood gushed out along the sharp blade.

"Hehe... I thought the fugitives that the lizard lord named and chased were so powerful, but it turned out that it was nothing more than that, and he fell down with a single sword."

Laughter came from the shadows, and the hoarse and rough voice was extremely harsh, like sandpaper grinding metal. A tall and stout figure came out, his face was somewhat similar to that of a goblin, with a pair of small eyes dotted on his flat and wide face, the pupils showed a strange milky white color, but his body was much larger than ordinary goblins, and he was taller than Joe. An was even a foot taller, her tight black leather jacket was almost torn apart by her developed muscles, and her open chest exposed lush body hair.

Joan moved closer to Weiss who was lying on the ground, and fixed his eyes on the uninvited guest opposite. The ferocious image and bloodthirsty eyes of the other party made the young mage shudder. He tried his best to restrain the fear in his heart. After observing carefully, Joan recognized that the man in black was a "bear goblin", the strongest and most powerful among goblin creatures. A subspecies of madness. Contrary to its seemingly stout and cumbersome size, bear goblins are good at sneaking and tracking, and usually play the role of scouts in goblin tribes.

Joan also noticed that the goblin bear on the opposite side was wearing a refined tight-fitting soft leather armor that could never be processed by his own craftsmanship. There was an empty scabbard inserted obliquely in the belt, and a barb was held in his right hand. Overgrown mace. It can be seen that this goblin bear is good at using two weapons, a mace and a dagger at the same time, coupled with the tight soft armor specially designed for thieves, Joan immediately guessed that the other party has the professional level of "Wanderer", probably a Sophisticated killer.

"Little mage, do you dare to bet with me?" The goblin bear squinted at Joan pretending to be arrogant, and moved forward slowly, "Compare whether you cast the spell first, or my hammer strikes first." rot your head?"

Before the words fell, the bear goblin wanderer suddenly pedaled hard on the ground, rushing towards Joan like a fired shell.

Even if he used his heels to think about it, Joan knew that it was impossible for him to complete the preparations for casting the spell before the bear goblin wanderer approached. He decisively dodged sideways, and quickly pulled out the dagger from his waist with his right hand.

The goblin bear laughed wildly, turned around and kicked sideways. Joan felt as if he had been hit by a stick in his right hand. The pain forced him to let go of his hand involuntarily, and the Lightning Blade fell to the ground with a clang. Joan instinctively wanted to pick up the weapon, but a heavy leather boot stepped on the lightning blade first.

Joan raised his head in a hurry, and saw the grinning face of the bear, and his huge body cast a shadow that almost buried him, so he couldn't help but shudder.

Satisfied with the horror in the young mage's eyes, the bear goblin rogue grinned, showing his yellow teeth, and held his mace aloft, admiring the prey's dying look like an executioner. When he saw the young mage raised his left arm, as if he was going to block the falling hammer with the small shield tied to his elbow, he couldn't help but laugh out loud at his overthinking.

After just a second, however, the bugbear rogue stopped laughing.

There is a funny face painted on the seemingly inconspicuous small shield, making a glaring gesture, a strong flash of light burst out from the human shield, stinging the unsuspecting eyes of the bear goblin rogue, milky white Eyeballs were instantly congested and red, and tears welled up in his eyes.

The stinging pain caused by the glare made the goblin bear temporarily unable to see. He staggered back in surprise, covered his face with his left hand and wiped his tears, and frantically swung the mace with his right hand, trying to block the invisible enemy from approaching him.

Joan was not in a hurry to get close to the goblin bear. He bent down and picked up the lightning blade, pointed the dagger at the goblin bear in the air, and uttered a spell coldly.

"Tinwé!"

The magic power contained in the lightning blade was awakened, and it glowed blue and white. With a crackling sound, an electric arc was ejected from the blade, hitting the bugbear wanderer five feet away. The villain's hair stood on end the moment he was electrocuted, screaming and throwing down the mace, trembling. Joan was about to take the opportunity to give him a fatal blow, when suddenly gunshots came from beside him, and a ball of blood exploded from the bugbear's chest, and he collapsed.

Roger ran over with a shotgun in his arms, and asked with concern, "Joan, are you okay?"

Joan shook his head: "I'm fine, but Weiss' situation may not be very good, let's go and have a look."

The two came to Wes, and Dick and Tom also ran over, looking worriedly at the dagger on Wes' back, wanting to pull it out but not daring to pull it out.

Joan remembered that there was still a bottle of healing potion on his body, so he took it out of his backpack, motioned Dick to pull out the dagger on Weiss' back, and quickly poured half a bottle of potion on the wound before the blood gushed out. The potion soon took effect, and the wound on Weiss' back was no longer bleeding, but he was still in a coma, and his face turned black.

Qiao An picked up the short sword and observed it carefully, and found that the blade had a faint green tinge and a faint sour smell, which seemed to be quenched with some kind of toxin.

Joan put down the poisoned dagger, and poured the remaining half bottle of potion down Wes' throat. The blackness on Weiss's face eased somewhat, but he was still unconscious.

"The potion can only alleviate the poisonous hair, but it can't cure it." Qiao An told the truth to his companions.

"That bugbear killer may have an antidote on him!" Roger rushed to the bugbear quickly, writhing on top of him in a hurry.

The dying bear rolled his eyelids with difficulty, and squeezed out a smirk at Roger: "Pug will not die in vain... Captain Zarph is coming... You all have to be buried with Pug..."

"Bastard, stop talking nonsense!" Roger slapped him with a backhand, "Where is the antidote hidden?"

The goblin bear didn't answer, his ferocious smile froze on his face, and he stopped breathing.

Roger searched the body up and down twice, but still couldn't find the antidote, so he shook his head and hands at Joan with a helpless face.

"It seems that the guy didn't carry the antidote with him. We can only hurry up and go overnight. I hope we can send Weiss to the barracks in time, and ask the paladin Major George Vasa to help him detoxify." Dick said with a heavy face.

"There is no other way. Weiss is unconscious and unable to ride a horse. Let Gray take care of us. We will be on the road now. It is already dawn. If there are no accidents on the road ahead, we will be able to catch up at noon today. arrive……"

Before Qiao An finished speaking, the most feared accident came.

Suddenly, wolves howled from the depths of the dense forest behind them, one sound after another, as if a large pack of hungry wolves were rapidly approaching the camp.

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