Chapter 293 Cooperative Hunting (Ⅱ)

Joan jumped out of the hanging basket, and the moment his body was suspended in the air, the "feather fall technique" automatically took effect.

The magic net distributed around him quickly wove into an invisible big umbrella, opened above his head, dragging him down slowly.

Joan adjusted his posture in the air, bent down to observe the movement in the forest, and soon found Philip Downs, the butler of the Custis family, wearing a chain mail, holding a steel shield and a long sword, leaning against a A big tree fights a herd of wild boars.

The old butler used to be Sir Custis's squire knight. Although he was getting old, his combat effectiveness had not declined in the slightest. He fought against two ferocious wild boars and four ordinary wild boars by himself, and he did not lose in the slightest.

After all, Mr. Downs was getting old. Joan was worried that he would not be able to sustain his physical strength after fighting wild boars for a long time, so he drew a "mythical power" to replace the 1st-level spell slot, chanted the spell in the air, and pointed towards the unsuspecting pigs below. , sprinkle a handful of fine sand mixed with rose petals.

"Hácala!"

Driven by magic power, the roses and fine sand turned into a cloud of dust and swept across the pigs.

Four ordinary wild boars yawned one after another and fell into a coma.

The remaining two ferocious wild boars, although not lethargic, were also affected by the "sleep technique", yawned a lot, appeared mentally tired, and became slow in action.

Taking the opportunity to counterattack, Philip Downs chopped down a ferocious wild boar with two swishing swords, swung his shield and knocked away another ferocious wild boar, rushed forward and pierced its throat with a sword.

The two ferocious wild boars fell down screaming, and at the same time Joan also fell to the ground.

Mr. Downs raised his helmet visor, held his sword and bowed deeply to Joan, performing a standard knight salute.

"Mr. Vader, thank you very much for your timely help. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"You're welcome, Mr. Downs, we have to get rid of these sleeping wild boars as soon as possible."

"Let me take care of such trivial matters. Mr. Vida, hurry up and help Miss Martha and Mr. Vasa. Their situation is probably not optimistic!"

The old housekeeper said worriedly.

"Okay then, see you later!"

Joan turned and ran in the direction Philip pointed out.

After running less than a hundred yards, there was a rustling sound in the bushes on the opposite side, and a razor boar suddenly jumped out, its mane was like a raging flame.

Joan and the razor boar met each other on a narrow road, and both of them couldn't help but froze for a moment, looking at a loss.

Joan came to his senses first, turned around and ran towards Philip.

joke! Encountering the razor boar at such a close distance, do you have to wait to die if you don't run? !

There was a scalp-numbing howl behind him, and Joan knew without turning his head that the terrifying monster was chasing him.

In a hurry, he saw a big tree, rushed over without thinking, hugged the trunk, and climbed up after a few babbles.

Turning over and climbing up the tall branch, Joan was slightly relieved.

Looking back at Razorboar, the monster was circling under the tree, grunting and whimpering in exasperation.

Razorboar jumped up suddenly, trying to pick Joan off the tree with his scimitar-like fangs.

Joan quickly freed his right hand, grabbed the horizontal branch above his head, and pulled his body upwards. He used the technique commonly used when playing the horizontal bar in college, turned over in the air, and swayed with his strength while narrowly avoiding the fangs. His body fell lightly on the tree. above the fork.

For safety's sake, Joan climbed up to the treetops and didn't stop until she was more than 30 feet above the ground.

At this height, Razorboar could not reach him anyway.

However, Joan still couldn't calm down and cast spells calmly—the razor boar was hitting the tree trunk frantically, and if it continued to hit like this, at most three or five hits would knock the tree down!

Joan clutched the violently shaking branch, frowning.

After a little hesitation, he reached out and took out the "Branch of Ilminsur" from the storage bag.

In the current predicament, apart from transforming into a "tree man", he can't think of any other countermeasures to save his life.

Just as he was about to activate the "Branch of Irminsur", a gunshot suddenly sounded in the air.

The Razorboar, who was sinking his head into the tree trunk, burst out a large mass of shocking blood on his forehead, and staggered back screaming.

Qiao An looked up at the sky, and a familiar white figure was slowly falling from the top of the tree crown, like a lily blooming in the sky.

"Rebecca...Thank you." Joan said gratefully.

"It's good that you're fine."

Rebecca returned him a sweet smile, and seemed to have calmed down.

"You stay in the tree and I'll take care of that razor boar."

Rebecca put on a new magazine, picked up the enchanted shotgun, aimed it at the Razor Boar and pulled the trigger, the muzzle sprayed silver electric light one after another.

After two gunshots, Razorboar was shot in both eyes and spurted blood, and ran blindly through the woods, breaking the bushes in his path.

This last madness drained the life force of the Razorboar, and finally he fell headfirst into the bushes, moaning as he died.

Joan jumped down from the tree, cast the "Hand of the High Mage", remotely controlled the lightning blade, and gave the dying Razor Boar the last knife, cutting its throat.

Rebecca landed from the sky and looked Joan up and down, her eyes were full of concern, confirming that he was fine, a relieved smile appeared on her pretty face.

Joan also smiled embarrassingly, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit strange, and quickly broke the silence: "How are Mr. Vasa and Miss Martha?"

After being reminded by him, Rebecca came back to her senses and frowned slightly: "They still have at least two razor boars over there, let's hurry over and help!"

Joan was about to run, when Rebecca rushed to his side and grabbed his arm involuntarily.

"The dense forest is difficult to walk through. If you don't pay attention, you will get lost. It is more convenient for me to take you directly to fly there!"

"Then thank you for your hard work!"

Rebecca held his arm tightly and cast a spell to fly into the air.

Joan was dragged up into the sky by her, feeling like a bag of luggage, unable to maintain a balanced posture in the air, very uncomfortable.

Instinctively, Joan put his arms around Rebecca's waist to avoid leaning over.

The girl's petite body trembled slightly, and then she turned her face and gave him a charming look, with a faint blush on her face.

"Don't rattle me!"

"I don't have one!"

Joan felt wronged and wanted to withdraw his hand aggrievedly, but Rebecca lowered her left arm and clamped his palm tightly. She didn't know whether she was afraid of him moving or preventing him from withdrawing his arm.

The two flew close to the canopy of the tree at low altitude, and after a while, they saw Miss Martha hovering in the air above a big leafy tree, shooting down with a gun with a serious expression on her face.

George Vassar was dressed in silver plate armor, holding a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, leaning against a tree trunk and dealing with two razor boars.

In the forest not far away, wild boars howled one after another, and the situation was quite dangerous!

"Rebecca, let me go!"

"Okay, but don't be brave!" Rebecca warned, and then landed in a piece of low grass.

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