Chapter 288 Razor Mountain Foothills

Joan fell asleep for two hours.

When I woke up, the sky in the east was already dyed red by the morning glow, and it was about six o'clock in the morning.

After washing by the river, Joann returned to the campfire, took the teapot from Thomas, and poured a large cup of steaming black tea mixed with double sugar, warming his whole body.

The four of them had breakfast, packed their bags and continued on the road, advancing along the river bank towards the birthplace of the Safari River—the Razor Foothills.

As Ah Zhi highlighted on the map, the wild boars near the foot of the mountain were particularly rampant. Joan and the others saw a group of wild boars wandering on the river beach not far away.

Roger fired the first hunting shot, and a wild boar that was drinking water spurted blood from its neck and fell sideways by the river, howling.

The nearby wild boars immediately exploded their nests, and some turned their heads and fled. After being frightened, more wild boars became violent and rushed towards the direction of the gunfire.

Joan and Thomas had re-prepared their spells when they got up. After these days of hunting, they had accumulated a wealth of experience and knew which spells were particularly effective against wild boars, and they also focused on preparing spells.

At this moment, seeing a large group of wild boars rushing over aggressively, they made the same casting gesture without thinking, and released the 1-ring "Grease" almost simultaneously.

The tidal flats between the river and the bushes are covered by two large black sludges, perfectly blocking the charging path of large herds of wild boars.

The wild boar rushing to the front didn't have time to stop, slipped and fell one after another when it entered the greasy area, howled and rolled all over the ground, unable to get up for a while, and became Roger's living target.

The wild boar behind noticed a trap, stopped quickly, lingered in front of the oily mud area, hesitated for a long time before turning and running towards the bushes, trying to get through the dense bushes and go around behind the four of Joan to launch a surprise attack.

For these smart wild boars, Joan and Thomas were not polite, and released the "sleep spell" on the bushes, making all the wild boars trying to detour fall into a coma.

If it wasn't for worrying about causing an uncontrollable wildfire, Joan even wanted to shoot a "burning hand" at the dry bushes, burning all the wild boars in the forest into "roasted pigs".

After two rounds of casting, Joan and Thomas could stand by and watch the show.

The wild boars trapped in the "greasy" technique, and those lying asleep in the bushes, were all handed over to the Tyndall brothers.

Joan and Thomas could of course cast offensive spells and assist the Tyndall brothers in hunting wild boars, but that would be wasteful and stupid.

The spell slots of mages are very precious resources, especially for low-level mages, the spell slots are very limited, so save as much as you can, and good steel must be used wisely.

After spending half an hour, Dick and Roger finally hunted and killed all 20 wild boars trapped in the "greasy" and "sleep" spells.

Dick's tomahawk was red with blood, and his face was dripping with sweat.

Roger's barrel was also hot from frequent firing.

On the river beach, the wild boar carcasses lying around in disorder had not had time to harvest their tails and lay their marks, the hounds barked at the grass again.

"Guys watch out, there seems to be a big guy coming."

Roger quickly reminded his companions.

In the grass, there was a palpitating heavy breathing.

A huge razor boar suddenly jumped out, its red mane fluttering in the wind, and its bright fangs shone coldly.

This was the second time that Joan and the others had encountered the razor boar. After the initial surprise, the four young men regained their composure and quickly retreated with the hounds.

The trap created by the "greasy technique" has not yet disappeared, providing everyone with a protective belt to stop the razor boar.

Joan and Thomas learned from the experience of dealing with the Razorboar last time, and first blessed "Precise Casting" in advance, and each held a handful of three-color fine sand and was ready to go.

Although the razor boar is strong and has a double magic and physical barrier, its intelligence level is not much stronger than that of ordinary boars.

The monster first tentatively walked into the greasy area, and then retracted when it noticed that the soles of its feet were slipping.

In the meantime, Razorboar had been shot twice by Roger—a bloody cloud burst out in the cheek, and a lead bullet had left a gash running deep to the bone in his jaw.

The pain caused by the gunshot wound seemed to have opened the mind of this ferocious beast. It suddenly backed up, and didn't stop until it was ten yards away.

The plump body glides at low altitude and lands in the center of the greasy area with a puff. The trotters are curled up on both sides of the abdomen, and the flat belly clings to the slippery ground.

Under the effect of inertia, the Razorboar was like a ship riding the wind and waves, gliding close to the water surface at high speed, passing through the sludge area in a blink of an eye, and approaching Dick.

"Hell! This fat pig is so smart!"

Dick clicked his tongue in amazement and cheered himself up. First, he poured a bottle of "Giant Enlargement" potion, his body size and equipment doubled in an instant, and he smashed the ten-foot-tall giant shield on the ground like a thick iron wall. Razorboar gliding towards you.

"Alcar!"

Thomas took a step forward at the right time, and opened his hand to blast out colorful lights.

Razorboar bumped into Dick's large shield, and was hit by Thomas' "Colorful Jet" as soon as he stood up. His body trembled and fell down, falling into a daze.

Dick cast aside his shield, raised his ax with both hands, and slashed at Razorboar's head.

Roger in the distance also took the opportunity to shoot and snipe.

The lead bullet penetrated the wild boar's frothing mouth and burst deep in the throat, making a spine-chilling muffled sound.

During the sluggish period of just six seconds, Razorboar took Dick twice with an ax and Roger with two shots.

The monster managed to survive until it regained consciousness, and was about to launch a dying counterattack, but was stunned by Joan's "Colorful Jet" and fell to the ground, falling into a new round of passive beating and despair.

This time, the Razorboar died before he could escape the magic.

Boom!

Dick threw away the heavy battle ax and tower shield, and sat down on the ground, sweating profusely from exhaustion, panting heavily.

"Thank God, I finally killed all these wild boars!"

"The barrel of my gun is almost red hot. We'd better rest here before we go on the road."

Roger blew on the muzzle to cool the burning barrel as quickly as possible.

The Tyndall brothers teamed up to hunt and kill more than 20 wild boars. They were exhausted, but fortunately they could recover after a short rest.

Joan and Thomas looked relaxed and hardly sweated, but they each released 4 spells in this battle, and they have exhausted all the 1st-level spell slots for today.

Spell slots are not like physical fitness, which can be replenished through a short period of rest. The endurance of mages on the battlefield is far inferior to that of warriors wielding swords and guns.

Thomas now has two 2nd level spell slots available.

Since he has not yet learned the 2nd-level spells, these two spell slots can only be used to prepare 1st-level spells, namely "Colorful Spray" and "Weakening Ray".

Unless it was absolutely necessary, Thomas would not use the two remaining spell slots. Fortunately, he still had a lot of magic scrolls in his storage bag.