Chapter 121 Murder in the Jungle (Ⅰ)

"It's not enough just to monitor Weiss and the others. I must catch up with Weiss as soon as possible and solve this hidden danger with my own hands!" Cottal looked fiercely, "There are still people in the tribe who secretly hope that Weiss will come back to overthrow my rule. Only by killing Weiss and publicly displaying his head can we completely cut off the thoughts of those half-hearted people!"

"It is necessary to hunt down Weiss's party, but there is no need to bother the patriarch to do it himself." Elder Bassoon looked serious, "Don't forget that General Letu of the 'Screaming Tribe' will come to the swamp to sign the covenant, discuss As for the battle plan for conquering Delin Town, if you are not present at this critical moment, what would General Letu think about it? Would you suspect that our family intends to neglect him and lack the sincerity of forming an alliance?"

Cottard's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he nodded, "The elder reminded you right, I must personally receive General Letu to show my sincerity! Then who should be sent to lead the team to hunt down Weiss?"

"I don't worry about others, and it's hard to guarantee that I won't be bewitched by Weiss' rhetoric."

"You can't do it yourself, can you? If you leave, who will cast spells to monitor the enemy's movement!" Cottard spread his hands in embarrassment.

Elder Bassoon smiled, stroked his chin and said, "If I'm not mistaken, Weiss and his group are probably going to the human army camp in the southern part of the Delin River Valley for help. The Screaming Forest is the territory of the goblins, since General Letour is our ally, why not ask him to send someone to stop Wes, so as to save our hands from being stained with the blood of our compatriots."

"Good idea!" Cottard clapped his hands and laughed loudly. "We can't be the only ones to express our sincerity. It's also the turn of the goblins to express their sincerity in forming an alliance—I think General Letu would not mind helping us solve Weiss' little trouble!"

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Joan put his thumbs together, and opened the other four fingers to the sides, making a gesture that resembled a bird spreading its wings. At the same time, he chanted the Quenya mantra representing "burning heat", and the flames erupted from his fingertips, spreading out a fiery fan-shaped curtain , spreading to fifteen feet in front of Joan.

In this area covered by fire, there are no less than ten goblins gathered. These ugly little monsters are only three feet tall, with brownish yellow skin dotted with blue and green patches of psoriasis, wearing greasy and dirty animal skin waistcoats, their huge heads are out of proportion to their bony bodies, and their slender necks It seems that it will break if you are not careful, causing the heavy head to fall down.

Just a few seconds ago, the group of goblins were wielding maces and pounced fiercely on the one-eyed mage, shouting and killing in the half-baked common language, trying to intimidate Joan to give up resistance and catch him without a fight. And when Joan released the "Burning Hand" to ignite the goblins rushing forward, the goblins who fell behind immediately screamed in unison, and ran away at a faster speed than when they charged just now. Dive into the depths of the forest.

Joan watched the goblins go away quickly, shook his head contemptuously, turned and walked to the campsite, and helped Jamie drive away another group of goblins who were going to take away the horses in the chaos.

It has been two days since Joan and the others left Delin Town. The first day of the journey was mainly riding along the tidal flats of the Delin River. The terrain was flat and open, and there were no accidents on the way. The militia team camped in the Delin River Valley after a day and a night of driving, and the night was peaceful, and the two spellcasters in the team—Joan and Weiss—had a good rest and replenished their spell slots.

Starting this morning, Joan and the others had to leave the main stream of the Delin River, and instead followed a tributary that flowed to the southern Brass Pass. This tributary meanders through the periphery of the "Screaming Forest". In order to reach their destination as soon as possible and avoid getting lost, Joan and the others had to walk through the dense forest along the river.

The road is not smooth. From early morning until late at night, they were attacked by goblins one after another on the way. Counting the wave that attacked the camp at this moment, Joan and the others had repelled the goblin harassment four times in one day, but soon afterward, more goblins rushed out clamorously. The jungle came to rob.

Joan raised his hand and shot a "frozen ray", knocking down a goblin wielding a mace who was cursing and scaring the horse. The angry horse stepped on it fiercely, and the hard shoe hit the clown's nose on the spot. Stepped on and rolled all over the floor in pain.

Half-breed winter wolf Jaime spewed a cone of frost and froze another creeping goblin, and Gray's club fell, smashing the frozen goblin into patties.

Joan whistled and signaled Jamie and Gray not to chase the fleeing goblins. The most important thing was to protect the five war horses so they wouldn't be taken away by the goblins.

After explaining everything, Joan bypassed the bonfire and ran to the opposite tent. Brothers Wes, Tom, and Tyndale are out there fighting another group of goblins. The goblins in the jungle are inexhaustible. The most troublesome ability of these wretched little villains is their super fecundity. Joan can't help feeling pessimistically that this is not the last attack today. Tonight I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well.

It could be seen that the Tyndale brothers, Tom and Weiss had formed a tacit understanding during the whole day's fighting. Two heavily armored men, Dick and Tom, stood in front with large shields, while Roger and Weiss waited for an opportunity to snipe in the back row. Roger's marksmanship was as accurate as ever. Whenever a bright arc was emitted from the muzzle of the gun, a goblin on the opposite side would headshot the street.

Joan also noticed that Weiss only released an "entanglement spell" to stop the goblin at the beginning of the battle, and then stopped casting spells and used a large slingshot to shoot the goblin. The egg-sized rock was ejected, hitting the goblin with bloody head and dizziness. Before he could wake up, he was shot dead by Dick or Tom with a make-up knife.

Joan saw that Weiss intended to save spell slots, and seemed to have a premonition that tonight was doomed to be peaceful, and that he might not have enough time to meditate to replenish spell slots, so from now on, he consciously prepared for a protracted battle.

Joan was inspired by Weiss' fighting style, and decided to save the 1st-level spell slots as much as possible before the situation became clear, in case of accidents. As for the group of goblins on the opposite side, he decided to use the only lethal "Frozen Ray" among all the zero-level tricks he had mastered. Anyway, tricks have no spell limit and can be released indefinitely. Although the power of the "Freezing Ray" is weak, a waste like a goblin can't last two shots.

Just as he was about to cast a spell, the strange eyeball behind Joan's neck inadvertently caught a glimpse of a black shadow passing by quickly, and in a blink of an eye it merged with the shadow cast by the tent behind him without making any sound.

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