Chapter 99 The Mysterious Intruder

"Keep your body in contact with the shield, and then chant the activation character úré in Elvish." Joan explained standing beside the old dwarf.

úré has the meaning of "flame" and "scorching heat" in Elvish, so it is of course suitable as the starting character for fire spells.

"Hmph! It's Elvish again, I don't like this sissy language very much! Child, you should really try to use dwarf language as a spell activation character, at least it's more powerful than some Elvish language!"

Despite all the complaints, the old dwarf pronounced the word úré deftly. As soon as the words fell, a red light suddenly appeared on the fine gold shield, and then a large dense flame erupted straight ahead. The flames rushing across the sky radiate in a cone shape, instantly covering the space 15 feet in front of the shield, igniting the bushes by the river, spreading to the sky above the water, and then dissipating by themselves.

From Flint chanting the activation spell to the end of the cone-shaped flame eruption, it took only a second from beginning to end. After the flames raged, a large area of ​​scorched vegetation was left behind, and a large cloud of steam rose above the river.

"Wow~ It's amazing!" Tom clapped his hands excitedly, "One more time, one more time."

Flint was also beaming, and pulled back his luxuriant beard to avoid being scorched by the flames from the shield. Then he recited the mantra again to activate the enchantment effect, and a cone-shaped flame spewed out in response. After repeating this three times, the magical halo around the shield dimmed, and no matter how the old dwarf chanted the mantra, there was no response.

Flint was not surprised by the situation. As he guessed in advance, the magic power stored in the shield is limited, and he can only release "Burning Hand" 3 times a day.

Joan was also very satisfied with his work, and finally lived up to Flint's expectations. I looked up at the sky, and before I knew it, night had fallen, so I said goodbye to Flint and Tom, packed my backpack and went home.

After swinging the forging hammer all afternoon, Joan was so tired that he went home and took a hot bath first, then sat at the dining table and ate a serious dinner. Afterwards, I went back to the desk, opened the spell book habitually, and suddenly remembered that I hadn’t visited my grandfather today, so I put away the books and ran to the back mountain hut to show my grandfather the two magic weapons forged today.

The old man Tire was polishing his bow arm under the light, he just glanced at the dagger and shield that his grandson showed off, nodded and said "not bad".

"Even if you can't become an archmage in the future, you can still make a living with this craft."

Qiao An didn't expect his grandfather to praise him at all, and he was very satisfied with such an evaluation.

The old man Tire waved his hand at him, and said impatiently: "Stop dawdling here, don't you see that I'm busy? You go to the back hill to see Jamie and that big guy named Gray, if you have nothing else to do, go early sleep."

Qiao An responded, said goodbye to her grandfather and went straight to the woods behind the mountain. As soon as he entered the woods, he heard a dog barking, and Jamie came out cheerfully. Gray followed behind the half-breed winter wolf, carrying a wild boar on his shoulders, and it seemed that he had a good harvest tonight.

Joan rubbed Jamie's head, hugged Gray again, and walked in the woods accompanied by the wolf. Joan is not good at words, and he does not need to use language to communicate with Jamie and Gray, let alone force himself to talk about topics that are not interesting in order to avoid silence. This warm and tacit atmosphere is a rare enjoyment for him.

When he was about to reach the hut, Jamie stopped suddenly, first sniffed around restlessly, and then roared sharply towards the hut.

"What's the matter, Jamie?" Joann asked inexplicably.

Jamie was still growling. Gray kept Joan behind him, pointed at the cabin in the woods and whispered to him, "Mogg! Mogg!"

Now Joan understood that both Jamie and Gray smelled the smell of strangers, and the uninvited guest was probably lurking in the cabin at this moment.

As if alarmed by the barking of the dog, the door of the wooden house creaked and slowly opened, and a strange figure crept out of the door and appeared in Joan's vision.

The moment his eyes touched that person, Qiao An couldn't help but gasped, realizing that the big trouble he had been worrying about for a month... finally came to him.

Appearing in front of the hut was a lizardman wearing a sacrificial robe and holding a wooden staff, looking like a shaman. However, Joan soon noticed that the right arm of the man holding the staff was covered with a thick bandage, and the white linen was bleeding and dizzy, and the look in his eyes was full of panic and guard - not so much that he came here specially to seek revenge, It looked more like a fugitive in distress.

Gray's mind is not as complicated as Joan's. The first time he saw the lizardman appearing in front of the hut where he lived, he immediately recalled the lizardman shaman who had turned into a crocodile and killed him in the swamp more than a month ago. And then the lizard man shaman Chud who came to trouble him. It was precisely in order to avoid the chasing and killing of the lizardmen that Gray was forced to follow Joan to escape from his hometown, the Great Swamp, and hid in the woods behind Delin Town to avoid the limelight.

It has been more than a month since the incident, the lizard man who has almost been forgotten by Gray suddenly appeared in its habitat, and the peaceful and peaceful life was once again destroyed. Gray took the lizard man opposite him as a killer who came to seek revenge. Filled with anger that could not be suppressed, he clenched his fists and roared at the lizard man.

The lizardman didn't seem to have expected to encounter a furious gray bag beast in the woods of this human town. A trace of hesitation floated across his face covered with dark green scales. He retreated to the door with his staff, trying to hide in the hut to avoid the conflict.

Gray grew annoyed at the sight. In its pure mind, this hut belongs to Joan and his grandfather, and he and Jamie shoulder the sacred mission of taking care of the hut and the surrounding fruit forests instead of the owner. How dare the ugly lizard man occupy the hut? Seeking revenge is even more unforgivable.

Driven by anger, the gray bag beast took a big step forward. The lizardman obviously also realized that the cabin could not help him stop the angry giant beast, so he hurriedly made a series of spell-casting gestures and chanted the prayers of natural magic, and the scorching magic power was then guided out and quickly condensed into shape.

At first, Joan thought that the lizardman shaman was trying to release "burning fire" or "flaming ball", but he soon realized that the magic power channeled by the other party was not only flames, but also fused with purer divine power. It means that the spell has the dual attributes of "fire" and "divine power", and its lethality is far beyond that of "burning fire" or "blazing ball".

Joan learned a lot about Druids during his association with the Kandy family. When he saw the golden-red magic power in the hands of the Lizardman Shaman, which was as bright as the morning glow, he immediately had a premonition of the crisis, and quickly reminded Gray loudly: " Stay away—beware of the 'flame strike'!"

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