Chapter 1185 Medea (Ⅱ)

Joan accidentally heard Medea talking to herself, and couldn't help but feel moved.

It just so happens that he is also very interested in the topic of "petrification". Not long ago, he had the idea of ​​inventing a special spell to protect against petrification, but unfortunately it was too difficult and was forced to shelve it.

Now that Medea revealed her plan to study petrified creatures, Qiao An felt a sense of sympathy.

"Medea, have you studied many kinds of supernatural creatures with the ability to petrify?"

"Not much, so far I have only studied myself." Medea replied nonchalantly.

"Uh, are you... joking?"

"Of course it's not a joke!" Medea's lips curled into a sly smile, as if she was planning a prank.

"I don't quite understand what you mean..." Joan looked at her suspiciously, vaguely feeling that something was going to happen, and couldn't help but tense her heart.

"Look at this and you'll understand."

Medea had a half-smile, and suddenly pulled off her turban, revealing her tightly-wrapped hair. There were countless slender white snakes dancing wildly in front of Joan's eyes, like a scene from a nightmare!

After a moment of shock, Joan instinctively closed his eyes.

"Don't worry, I can control my petrification ability, and I won't turn you into stone."

Medea smiled and comforted Joan, then tied up her turban again to hide her snake hair.

Hyrule, Audrey, and Holden also saw Medea's true face just now, and they were astonished and doubted her identity.

"Miss Medea, your hair..."

Hailar stared nervously at Medea, while keeping a distance from her, lest she be bitten by those weird little white snakes.

"Could it be that you are the legendary Gorgon?"

"That's right, some people call our race Medusa, did it scare you just now?"

"I was really taken aback by your hair, but it's fine now, I don't think you are a banshee, it's just that you look different from us humans." Hailar said pretending to be relaxed.

"Are you really not afraid?" Medea approached the female swordsman with a half-smile, "Then shall I take off the hood?"

Hailaer's face was slightly pale, but he still pretended to be indifferent.

"What's so scary! As long as you don't let those little snakes bite me, I still want to touch them!"

Joan heard the laughter between Hailar and Medea. The two seemed to be having a good chat. She couldn't help opening her eyes and found that Medea didn't show any hostility towards her. She felt ashamed of her overreaction just now.

The Gorgon "Medusa" is probably one of the most well-known monsters.

The pedigree of the Gorgon has a long history. In the myths that have been handed down from ancient times to the present, there are often such banshees who can turn people into stone statues as long as they make brief eye contact, and they always appear as evil villains. , playing the role of a hero to create a stepping stone to great achievements.

In the "Humanoid Monster" sub-volume of "Vares Monster Illustrated Book", there are also related entries of "Gorgon", with vivid descriptions of its habitat and petrification ability.

The book also particularly emphasizes that most of the Gorgons are evil and cruel in nature, and they are keen to turn their prey into statues of different postures, which are displayed in the lair as decorations.

Influenced by these legends and books, Joan inevitably had a bad impression of the Gorgon, so the moment Medea took the initiative to show the snake hair just now, he closed his eyes without thinking, and was even ready to cast spells and fight.

However, after calming down, Joan gradually realized that Medea did not seem to be as evil as the legendary "Medusa". With her turban tied up, it was impossible to see that she was actually a Gorgon.

It's hard to say whether this is due to bias in human accounts of Gorgons, or whether Medea's friendly attitude towards humans is an exception and does not represent the personality of most Gorgons.

Joan is in a conflicted mood right now.

Intuitively, he tends to trust Medea, but his rationality keeps reminding him that it is best not to get close to the Gorgon, in case the other party suddenly changes his temperament and becomes murderous, he and his companions may fall under her gaze at any time. Turned into a stone statue.

What's worse is that Joan currently doesn't have any reliable way to prevent the Gorgon's "Petrochemical Gaze" in advance. As for "Break the Barrier", it can only remove the petrification but has no preventive function-if it really hits the trick, I'm afraid it's too late to even cast spells to save myself.

It's like having a bomb in your arms, which isn't safe even though it hasn't exploded and probably never will.

Medea didn't seem to notice Joan's complex emotions, and still chatted and laughed with Hyrule, leading the way for four human friends from the surface world, leading them through the swamp to the station of the dwarf prospecting team.

Not long after, Holden also took the initiative to chat with Medea, asking her many weird questions, such as how to control the little snakes on her head, whether they will be bitten by snakes, and the little snakes on her head. Does the snake need to eat or not.

Although these questions were more or less private, Medea showed no signs of getting angry, and tried to answer them to satisfy Mr. Poet's curiosity.

Joan also noticed that although Audrey looked calm and occasionally chatted with Medea, she always avoided direct contact with the other party intentionally or unintentionally, and she seemed to be on guard.

A group of people had their own thoughts and walked out for about two hours. The terrain ahead gradually became dry, transitioning from the edge of the swamp to the dark and deep lava cave landform.

The electric whip that Joan used to explore the way was limited by its physiological structure, and its internal respiratory system was not well developed. Amphibians like tree frogs could not survive in a dry environment for a long time.

Through "synesthesia", Joan felt that the monster's originally moist skin had dried up, and could no longer absorb the outside air through the skin and mucous membranes.

"Mr. Vader, your electric whip monster servant can't stay away from the wetlands. If it keeps going like this, it will suffocate to death soon. Anyway, I will be your guide, so you don't need it to lead the way. You should let it go."

Medea looked at the electric whip monster sympathetically.

Joan accepted the Gorgon's suggestion, waved at the electric whip monster, and told it to go back to the abyss and mud on its own path, and let it die on its own.

The electric whip monster ran away quickly as if he had received an amnesty.

"let's go."

Medea smiled at Joan.

The gentle and moving demeanor instantly reminded Joan of a girl far away in her hometown of Yalfheim, Leiden—she used to cover her strange white hair with a headscarf.