Chapter 2172 Big Horn

"It's so strange! You can meet other passers-by in such a ghostly place?" Clark muttered and was about to open the door.

Joan hurriedly stopped the frost giant.

"I don't know whether it's an enemy or a friend. Don't rush to open the door, go to the window and have a look."

The two climbed up to the second floor, looked out through the small window, and were stunned by coincidence.

A Tara beast stood alone outside the gate of the fortress, pacing back and forth.

As if smelling the smell of stewed meat coming out of the window, the giant inhaled deeply, its big nostrils trembled slightly, swallowed its saliva with a thud, turned around and lowered its head, and hit the door with its horns, followed by a thud.

"Hey! Brother Joan, that guy outside looks familiar! Isn't it the Tara beast you tamed in the canyon near White Bear Village before?!"

Clark couldn't help exclaiming.

Joan also recognized it, and said thoughtfully: "After the battle that day, I left the Tara beast in the canyon. I didn't expect to meet again here. What a coincidence!"

"Coincidence?" Clark shook his head with a smile, "I think the Tara beast probably followed you all the way after smelling your breath."

Joan initially felt that Clark's guess was too far-fetched, but when he thought about it carefully, the nose of the Tara beast was indeed very good, not to mention that the charm spell he had cast on it before had not been lifted, and it could last for up to 23 days. This behemoth really remembers itself.

Thinking of this, Joan quickly went downstairs, first blessed himself with two protective spells, just in case, and then opened the gate of the fortress.

Tara was pacing impatiently outside the door.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he immediately stopped and turned his head. The moment he saw Joan, his eyes were filled with joy, and he rushed over, bowed his head into his arms, and almost pushed him down.

Clark ran over quickly, fearing that the giant beast would hurt Joan, he pushed it away.

"Brother Joan, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Joan shook his head, indicating that the frost giant should not be nervous, "Tara beast didn't mean to attack me, and it really recognized me."

"Oh! It's one of our own, so it's fine!" The frost giant happily patted Tara on the head.

The giant beast was a little afraid of the frost giant, but he didn't resist his overtures.

Joan knew that the intelligence of the Tara beast was much higher than that of ordinary beasts, and he could understand human words. He stroked the soft mane hanging from its ears, and said softly: "I have followed us so far, thank you for your hard work, and I haven't eaten yet." Something? Why don’t you come in and eat something together.”

The Tara beast snorted cheerfully, rubbed it affectionately on the young mage, strode into the door, pushed aside the frost giant blocking the way, and sniffed the dining table where the "sacred cauldron" was placed.

"Hey! Brother Joan, look, this guy really doesn't treat himself as an outsider, he just came in after asking for dinner, and he doesn't know how to be polite!" Clark scolded Talamon resentfully.

Joan couldn't help laughing.

"It's just a wild beast. It doesn't know how to be polite. I haven't seen you being polite to anyone...Anyway, the food is enough, and it doesn't have an extra mouth."

Clark wanted to refute, but found that Tara beast skillfully picked up the lid of the pot, threw it aside, sniffed the aroma of stew from the pot, and stretched its neck to probe into the pot.

"shut up!"

The frost giant rushed forward, grabbed the tail of the Tara beast with both hands, and forcibly pulled it away from the pot.

"Six-legged fool! Even if you are not afraid of burning your mouth, I don't want to eat your saliva!"

The Tara beast was caught by the tail of the frost giant, screamed in anger, raised its hind legs and kicked in a row.

Clark's reaction was not slow either. He used the housekeeping skills of a champion boxer, moved his feet flexibly, and avoided the serial kicks of the Tara beast.

Qiao An looked at these two live treasures and couldn't help sighing. It seems that wrestling with a bear is not enough for Clark, and the next step is to arrange for him to wrestle with a Tara beast.

Taking out the largest iron pot from the storage bag, Joan filled a pot of stewed meat from the pot, put it on the table, and called Tara to come and eat.

The two of them and the beast had a noisy dinner. Joan cast a spell to clean the tableware, and by the way, used a "magic trick" to clean up the mud, snow and peculiar smell on the Tara beast, and it became completely white, like a big sheep.

Clark held the wine glass in his left hand, stroked the Tara beast with his right hand, and thought to himself: "The most valuable thing about this guy is the long fur. When will I cut it and make two woolen coats? It's not bad." of."

When the Tara Beast heard that the frost giant wanted its precious mane, it turned its head angrily and glared. It suddenly grabbed the wine glass in Clark's hand, snatched it coldly, and poured it into its mouth.

With a bah sound, he spat out the cup, Tara Beast licked his mouth, and hiccupped his wine.

"Wow! I haven't plucked your hair yet, but you stole my wine first, and you really don't want to eat at a loss!" The frost giant picked up the wine glass, dumbfounded.

Joan watched them fight, and while being funny, he also felt that the relationship between Talamon and Clark was actually not that bad, rather they were building a friendship in a special way.

"Brother Joan, this guy is determined to follow us for free, if you can't bear to drive him away, you'd better give him a name, and having a name will make it easier for me to scold him in the future. "

Clark said half-jokingly.

"Brother Clark, I'm not good at naming, and I don't plan to keep pets. You should come and choose a name for this Tara beast." Joan whispered.

The frost giant was stunned for a moment, then turned around to see the back of the young mage, hesitant to speak.

After a while, Clark coughed twice, stroked the horns of the Tara beast and said: "This guy has three most obvious features, six legs, long hair all over his body, and a pair of big horns. Why don't we give it a look based on these features?" named."

"How about the first candidate name, 'six-legged'?" Clark asked Talamon.

"What~~?!" Tara beast shouted angrily, strongly objecting.

"So, what about 'Longhair'?"

"What!" Tara's attitude softened slightly, but he still disliked it.

"There's only one candidate left, 'Big Horn' is fine, right?"

Talamon didn't make a sound, and seemed to think that the name "Big Horn" was okay—at least it sounded a little better than the two just now.

That night, "Big Horn" slept on the first floor of the fortress.

Clark had many complaints at first, worrying that the Tara beast would go wild in the middle of the night and commit murder or indecent assault while he was asleep.

"Big Horn" retorted with an angry "bleat", saying that he was the one who should worry about being violated.

After finally persuading them to share a room, Joan went back to the study on the second floor to study spells.

The long night passed quietly, and when he finished his meditation, he thought of the dispute between Clark and Big Horn before going to sleep, so he walked lightly to the stairs, looked down, and almost laughed out loud.