Chapter 33 Poison Quenching

"Grey, good morning!" Joan greeted with a wave.

The gray bag beast jumped up, jumped down the slope with cheers, and galloped towards him. Joan dodged vigilantly, lest he would be caught by it again and thrown high.

Fortunately, Gray still remembered his advice, and this time he didn't make any excessive jokes. He stretched out his long arms to pick him up, and gently placed him on his shoulders.

"Grey, today we continue to collect bloodroot grass, and we also need to collect snake venom."

"Mott!" Gray patted his strong chest, expressing that there was no problem. It has not been idle for the past two days, wandering around in the swamp, and found several areas where bloodroot grows. As for poisonous snakes, there is no need to deliberately look for them, as there are as many as ones in the depths of the mud.

Joan came early today, and the fog above the swamp had not completely dissipated. Fortunately, Gray was familiar with the terrain, and his walking speed did not slow down in the fog.

When approaching the small island where Gray's Grotto was located, there was a sudden sound of splashing water in the fog ahead. Joan immediately looked over vigilantly and gently reminded Gray to be careful.

Gray nodded, leaned over and picked up a stone as big as a millstone, holding the stone with one hand, and walked lightly towards the area where the beating sound came from. Through the hazy mist, I saw two surprisingly fat crocodiles lying on top of each other in the mud from a distance, with their tails tightly entangled. The slapping sound Joan heard just now was actually the sound of these two giant crocodiles slapping the mud with their tails when they were passionate.

"It turned out to be two crocodiles." Qiao An breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately put down his guard. In the early spring when the grass grows and warblers fly, the crocodiles in the swamp have also entered the breeding season one after another. The scene before us is not worth making a fuss about.

Gray tilted his head to look at the two crocodiles that were still releasing their passion, touched their stomachs that hadn't eaten, licked their lips, suddenly raised his right arm, and threw the big rock in his hand with all his strength.

The huge stone drew a graceful arc in the air, and hit the head of the male crocodile above with precision as if it had been ballistically calculated. There was a muffled pop, blood spurted out, and the head of the male crocodile dropped limply.

The female crocodile trapped in the mud smelled the smell of blood, turned over and threw off the male crocodile in fright, and sniffed close to it, as if confirming that her partner was hopeless, she couldn't help wailing in grief and indignation. He glared at Gray with vicious eyes, twisted his body and quickly dived into the mud, leaving only a string of bubbling bubbles.

"Grey, that female crocodile hates you." Joan said with a wry smile.

"Mogg!" The gray bag beast snorted disdainfully, not caring about the grudge of a reptile, and strode towards the corpse of the male crocodile, eager to have a delicious meal. However, at this moment, its footsteps suddenly stopped, and all six eyes widened, staring straight at the corpse of the male crocodile in a daze.

Joan also noticed that the situation was abnormal at this time, and quickly jumped off Gray's shoulder, ran forward two steps in a hurry, his eyes touched the crocodile corpse, and he couldn't help but gasped.

Under the watchful eyes of Joan and Gray, the corpse of the male crocodile was distorting and deforming at a speed visible to the human eye: the limbs were elongated, the snout and tail were shortened, and the layer on the body surface was originally dark brown and rough in texture The scales quickly degenerated into more neat and fine dark green scales. When all the above transformations were completed, the corpse crawling in the mud changed from a giant crocodile to a lizard man!

Witnessing this scene with their own eyes, Joan and Gray looked at me and I looked at you with disbelief on their faces.

The suffocating silence lasted for a long time, and Joan was the first to break the silence, with a trace of unconcealable bitterness in his words.

"Grey...we're in big trouble, I'm afraid."

After all, Joan is more knowledgeable than the simple-minded gray bag beast. He has long heard that the lizard tribe is the most powerful group in the swamp. After the initial shock, he also recalled that his grandfather once said that the most respected class of the lizardmen tribe is called "shaman", and shamans are actually druids. Able to cast natural magic, and also mastered the supernatural ability of "wild transformation", which can turn into various birds, beasts and reptiles, including crocodiles of course.

If Joan's guess is correct, the unlucky ghost who was stoned to death by Gray just now is probably a young lizardman shaman, and the female crocodile with him may be both a lizardman shaman and a Animal companions of the deceased. In the moral ethics of human society, the combination of humans and animals is undoubtedly an extremely shameful and depraved act, but the lizard people may not follow the same moral norms. Considering that the lizard people themselves have reptile characteristics and are cold-blooded animals like crocodiles, Joe Ann guessed that the lizardmen might not care about such things at all.

In any case, the status of a lizardman shaman in the tribe will never be low. The lizardman family, which has always been known for its vengeance, may not let it go. Joan can't imagine how they will start their revenge.

At this time, the fog above the swamp had been dispersed by the sunlight, and Joan looked into the depths of the mud, recalling the venomous glance of the female crocodile when she fled, and her ominous premonition grew stronger.

"Grey, we have to get out of here quickly, and try not to leave any footprints."

At this time, the gray bag beast also realized that he might have accidentally offended a force that he couldn't offend. He nodded obediently, picked up Joan and jumped into the mud, wading towards the small island in the grass in Zexin. The muddy water covered its waist, and it was very difficult to walk, but only in this way could it cover its footprints with the help of stagnant water.

On the island, Joan's nerves relaxed a little, and he prayed in his heart that the lizardmen would not catch up. At this time, a shadow floated over his head, and when he looked up, he saw an exceptionally strong crow hovering in the air.

Joan had a vague premonition that the crow seemed to be watching him and Gray. The sense of crisis caused his nerves to become a little sensitive, thinking about whether to use the "Hand of High Mage" to throw a poisoned dart, and get rid of the suspicious crow above his head.

Joan raised his head to check the height with his eyes. The crow was about a hundred feet above the ground. At such a distance, he was really not sure that he would hit it with one blow.

The crow seemed to sense his killing intent, croaked twice, then turned around and flew away, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Joan's hunch was soon verified. He and Gray returned to the cave, and it didn't take long before there were rustling noises outside the cave door, moving quickly from far to near.

"Grey, stay in the cave and be quiet. I'll go out and check the situation." After confessing, Joan quietly walked out of the cave, moving forward under the cover of the shadow of the cliff and the bushes. After walking about twenty yards, a gust of wind blew by, the grass in front of them fell low with the wind, and two figures appeared.

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