Chapter 124 The Violent Treant

Joan rolled on the spot in a hurry, narrowly escaped the bite of the wolf, struggled to get up, faced Zarph who was approaching by driving the wolf, and staggered back with both hands holding the electric light blade until his back hit the tree trunk.

The hobgoblin knight looked down contemptuously at the little mage who had nowhere to escape, and quickly shifted his gaze to the flashing dagger in his hand, stretched out his right palm with the iron glove, and said in a tone almost alms : "Tell me the spell to activate this magic dagger, and leave you with a dead body."

Joan ignored Zarf's blackmail, freed his right hand and quickly made a spell-casting gesture, releasing the "greasy spell" on the open space between himself and Zarf.

Zarph sneered and watched him finish casting the spell, and suddenly shook the reins, the warg under his crotch roared and jumped vigorously, like a cloud of black clouds flying across the mud all over the place, and pounced straight at Joan.

Without hesitation, Qiao An threw the electric light blade as a dart, turned around and hid behind the big tree, opened the satchel and searched in a hurry.

Zarph swung his sword in the air and swung the electric light blade, urging the wolf riders to catch up. He saw the one-eyed young mage leaning against the tree trunk, panting violently, his fair and handsome face was soaked in sweat, and he was holding a short piece of what appeared to be a The twig just snapped off the tree looked terrified.

"Little guy, do you want to use that branch to resist my sword? Then try it!" Zarph raised his broadsword with a grinning grin, and slashed at the top of the young mage's head.

The sword light pierced Joan's eyes like a flash of lightning. He pinned all his hopes on the branch in his hand, and silently recited the mantra taught to him by Ilminsur.

"Ahya!"

The elven mantra representing "change" activates the sleeping magic power of the "Branch of Irminsur", and the tender green branches merge with Joan, bursting out with dazzling brilliance, forcing Zarph to suspend the offensive to block the stinging eyes golden light.

When the magic light faded, Zarf was shocked to find that the young mage just now had disappeared out of thin air, and what replaced him was a giant half-man, half-tree. The towering body is more than twenty feet, covered with rough bark, and the slender and strong limbs look like countless roots and branches twisted together.

Before Zarf recovered from the shock, Joan, transformed into a "tree man", poured out his anger on him, waved his huge palm vigorously, and slapped Zarf off the wolf. With his back, he took advantage of the momentum and stepped on it, crushing it repeatedly, trampling the hobgoblin knight into a bloody mess.

The warg roared and jumped up, biting the tree man with all its fangs. The rough and hard bark made the sharp wolf teeth useless. Joan hardly felt the pain. He reached out and grabbed the wolf's tail, and with a strong flick, he threw the beast high, drawing an arc in the air and viciously Slap on the ground. With a loud bang, the wolf's head hit the ground, and his brains burst on the spot!

Joan dropped the bloody wolf carcass, let out a hearty roar towards the night sky, threw off two thick roots and long legs, strode towards the clearing in the forest, and swung his arms to beat the group of besieging Gray and Jamie. The wolf cavalry slapped the hobgoblin and the wolf into meatloaf with one slap, blood spattered and screamed.

Joan, who transformed into a tree man, swept across the battlefield like a storm. When the two-minute transformation time limit expired, Joan returned to human form again. At this time, there were no living wolf riders in the forest, and he looked around bloody , Broken limbs can be seen everywhere. After the fierce battle, none of the 21 hobgoblins and their wargs, including Zarph, survived, and more than half of them were slaughtered by Joan, who turned into a "tree man".

During the transformation, Joan himself suffered a lot of flesh injuries. At that time, relying on the tough bark, he was not afraid of bleeding and pain. Now that he was transformed back into a human form, his body was a little too much. He supported and summoned "Tears of God", Dip into the jug to make a healing potion, take half of it internally and the other half to clean the wound, and finally stop the bleeding.

While Joann cleans the wound, Gray and Jamie help brothers Tom and Tyndale free themselves from the nets. The three of them had just witnessed Joan transforming into a huge half-human, half-tree monster sweeping away the wolf riders. They were all deeply shocked. They looked at Joan with a little more awe, and Dick complained half-jokingly: "Joan, you With such a powerful spell, why not use it earlier, causing us a false alarm."

Joan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This is not a spell I have mastered... I can only maintain the treant form for two minutes at most every day, and then it will return to its original state." I don't even bother to explain in detail.

Tom checked the situation in the camp and brought back good news and bad news for everyone. The good news is that Weiss was not seriously injured in the attack just now, and is still in a coma; the bad news is that everyone's mounts were shot and killed by the hobgoblin bandits, and the rest of the journey can only be driven by legs.

Even though they had just experienced a bloody battle, everyone was more or less defeated, and they were exhausted physically and mentally after a sleepless night. However, considering that it was too dangerous to stay here, and they were eager to rush to the military camp for help, they decided to set off immediately.

Jamie led the way at the front of the line, followed by the Tyndale brothers, swinging their daggers from time to time to cut off the vines and branches blocking the way. Gray walked in the middle of the line with the unconscious Wes on his shoulders, and Joan and Tom were in charge of cutting off the rear.

Two days in a row in the dense forest, frequent attacks on the way, coupled with no time to rest, everyone's mood is very low, completely relying on perseverance to drag their tired bodies to move, not in the mood to chat, walking silently along the way, The atmosphere is a bit depressing.

Joan was the weakest of the team. At the beginning, he could rely on the magic power of his "sports belt" to keep up with his companions on foot. As time went by, the sun gradually moved westward, and his physical strength was severely overdrawn, and his steps became more and more staggered. Seeing it, Gray couldn't bear it, so he reached out and picked him up, placing him on the other shoulder.

Joan gratefully thanked the big friend. The body couldn't hold it anymore, so he had to accept Gray's help, and sat on his shoulders to rest for a while. The physical strength of the gray bag beast seems to be endless, and it carried Joan and Weiss at the same time, and it still walked like flying, without looking tired at all.

A group of people walked forward with difficulty, and did not stop to take a breath until the sun was about to set. Roger opened the map scroll and inspected it for a long time, and then told his companions a little pessimistically: "At this speed, we will not be able to see the barracks until tomorrow evening at the earliest."

"It's a pity that our horses are all sacrificed... To be honest, I really envy the hobgoblins at the moment. It would be great if we could also tame wild animals such as wolves or bears to serve as mounts." Dick smiled bitterly. speak.

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