Chapter 22 The Gray Monster in the Swamp

When Joan returned home, Kandy was waiting for him to have dinner as usual, and the two sat at the dining table, chatting while eating. Mainly Conti was saying that Joann didn't hate playing the role of listener.

For the next four days, Joan's life trajectory was the same as before. Going to the clinic early every morning to assist Mr. Galandiel in dispensing potions, and then going to the swamp to collect leeches, spending at least ten hours a day on this extremely boring job. Don't feel bored. In addition to earning a lot of money, this job also helps to exercise his concentration. Now he is proficient enough to manipulate the "Mage Hand" while reading a book. It is not an exaggeration to say that he can use both distractions.

On the first Sunday of February, the sun was shining brightly. As usual, Joan came to the swamp with his bags on his back, skilfully crossed the reeds, and planned to go to the "old place" to start a new day's work. However, as soon as he approached the slope, he staggered and stopped as if he had been hit on the head, and looked up at the top of the slope with a face full of astonishment.

The soil slope where Qiao An usually lives, under the tall and green pine tree, has been occupied by people at this time. To be precise, the guy standing under the pine tree cannot be regarded as a human being. Although he has a human-like body shape and limbs, his skin is as silver-gray as birch bark. He is nine feet tall from head to toe, and his back is raised high like a human. A hunchbacked giant with broad shoulders and a strong body, a pair of thick arms that are so muscular that they are almost deformed. Joan can feel the destructive power under every inch of his body from a distance. The volcano, which is close at hand and may erupt violently at any time, exudes a strong visual impact in every move.

The hunched gray giant turned around slowly, facing Joan directly, and the shock in Joan's heart intensified a bit. The profile of the monster's head is closer to that of a reptile than a human being. It has a wide mouth full of sharp teeth, a flat nose that is almost flat on the face, and two rows of totality are arranged on both sides of the bridge of the nose from top to bottom. Six eyes, the top and bottom two sets of eyes are parallel and symmetrical, and the distance between the two eyes in the middle is relatively far away. All the pupils are golden yellow, shining with a chilling light.

Joan had never seen such a terrifying monster before. A chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the tip of his hair. He barely maintained his composure and moved back, trying to get away from the dangerous monster as soon as possible.

The gray giant blinked six eyes, looked up and down Joan with a curious expression, then turned around and approached the pine tree, and sniffed deeply under the trunk, as if comparing the aura emanating from Joan's body with that left under the tree. breath.

After the comparison, the gray giant nodded in satisfaction, turned around and gave Joan a thumbs up, and let out a deep and powerful roar.

Joan turned and ran away in fright. The gray monster behind him was still roaring, judging from the pronunciation, it seemed to be shouting words like "Maat" repeatedly.

This is obviously not a human language, nor is it an elf language or the wooden language used by elves. Joan vaguely heard that it seemed to be a common vocabulary of the giants, but he was far from proficient in the giant language, let alone this At that time, he was so frightened that his head broke out in a cold sweat, so he didn't have the time to analyze what the gray monster was expressing.

Joan ran for twenty yards, but unfortunately made a mistake and stepped on the air, and his body sank rapidly.

"Oops, I stepped in a quagmire!" Qiao An cried out inwardly, trying to pull out her legs, trying to get out of the quagmire.

At this critical juncture, ripples appeared in the mud ahead, and an object like a piece of dead wood slowly surfaced from the depths of the mud, and a pair of narrow and cold eyes were vaguely seen looking towards this side.

Joan immediately recognized that it was a crocodile, and felt a chill in her heart.

The crocodile has found the prey stuck in the quagmire, swung its tail and swam towards it at a faster speed, slowly opened its large mouth that was disproportionate to its body, and its sharp teeth reflected a frightening luster under the midday sun.

Joan watched the crocodile approaching helplessly, barely kept calm in desperation, quickly completed the preparations for casting the spell, raised his hand and shot a freezing ray at the crocodile.

call out! The ice-blue magic ray hit the crocodile's throat and froze its coveted tongue, but there was no other damage worth mentioning.

The crocodile shrank its head in fright, its eyes full of vigilance. Hiding in the quagmire for a long time, he gradually realized that the prey that had just ejected the icy light had only such a little ability, and it was not enough to pose a threat to him, so he was about to move again.

At this time, the roar of the gray giant sounded from behind Joan, which sounded a little more angry than before. With the help of the eye on the neck, Joan could see the gray giant standing on the hillside and yelling without looking back, as if he was very unwilling to see the crocodile snatching his prey. After the roar, he suddenly punched the pine tree next to him, and there was a loud bang, and the ten-foot-high pine tree was knocked off by his punch.

The gray giant grabbed the broken pine tree in the middle, held it in his hand as a stick, jumped down the slope, and ran towards Joan with big strides.

Joan looked at the running gray giant, and then turned to look at the crocodile that might attack at any time. He didn't know whether it would be better to be swallowed by the crocodile, or to be smashed flat by the giant.

At the moment of desperation, the gray giant approached behind him, holding the big tree high with both hands, and swung it down with all his strength.

Qiao An subconsciously closed her eyes, waiting for the moment of death. However, unexpectedly, the sound of breaking wind passed by, and there was a roar in front of him, followed by the scream of dying.

Joan opened his eyes in surprise, just in time to see the gray giant walking past him, throwing away the blood-stained tree, stretching his knee-length arms into the mud, and pulling out a crocodile whose head had been smashed into mud.

It wasn't until this moment that Joan suddenly realized that the gray giant's stick just now was not aimed at him, but at the crocodile lurking in the mud pond opposite.

The gray giant turned to face Joan, pointed the thumb of his right hand to his chest, and shouted proudly: "Maat!" Then he pointed to the dying crocodile with his little finger, his expression turned contemptuous, expressing disdain commented on it in a tone of voice: "Maug!"

Although Joan doesn't know the language of giants very well, it is not difficult to guess from the other person's demeanor and body movements that "Mott" means praise and affirmation, while "Mog" is just the opposite, symbolizing belittling and negation.

Thinking of this, Joan imitated the gray giant and gave him a thumbs up after a short hesitation, and shouted at him with a trembling voice: "Mott!"

The gray giant was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of joy. He clenched his fist and beat his chest with bang bang, and roared repeatedly: "Mott! Mott!"