Chapter 297 The Last Hunting Day

Regarding Martin's admonition, Edward just smiled calmly, reached out and took out a scroll from the storage bag, turned around and shook Martin,

"I said there is no need to rush, this is a 5-ring 'teleportation' scroll, with the help of this scroll to perform the teleportation, I can take you and the two officers back to the dock in an instant, what else do you have to worry about?" of!"

Martin looked at the arcane scroll in Edward's hand, his face became a little stiff, and he suppressed his displeasure and complained: "Since you prepared the 'Teleportation' scroll in advance, why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"You didn't ask me again."

"This..." Martin shrugged helplessly, and had no choice but to give up arguing with the arrogant son. "Since you are not in a hurry to go back, what are your plans for the next trip?"

Edward looked up at the top of the waterfall, with a little regret in his eyes.

"Originally, I planned to go to the top of Razor Mountain and enjoy the lake and mountains. Unfortunately, we have wasted too much time these days. I am afraid that we will not be able to reach the top of the mountain before dark, so we have to walk around the mountainside and hunt a few more wild boars... Our current points how many?"

"195 points."

"Let's go, work harder, it won't be a problem to break through 200 points before the lunch break."

Edward threw the spell scroll high up casually, grabbed it again, and planned to stuff it back into the storage bag.

However, at this moment, the pool in front of him suddenly burst into waves, and a black figure jumped out of the water, reaching out like lightning to grab the spell scroll falling from the air.

Edward's face changed in astonishment, and after a brief loss of consciousness, he regained his composure. Without thinking, he drew out the sword at his waist and stabbed at the strange black figure who had taken away the spell scroll.

puff!

The sharp rapier pierced the man's chest, but there was a dull sound.

Edward felt that the blade of the sword was against a tough and elastic leather shield, and the rapier was blocked and bent into a bow shape. Even with all his strength, he only cut a shallow wound on the opponent's skin surface.

Edward withdrew his sword and took two steps back, looking sullenly at the strange man who took away the spell scroll.

Martin Smith also came back to his senses at this moment, and quickly retreated behind Edward, chanted the spellcasting incantation hastily, and patted himself a "Mage Armor" to feel at ease.

Edward's two assistants heard the strange movement and hurried over with their shotguns. They were all taken aback when they saw the strange man appearing out of nowhere.

The man had just jumped ashore from the pool, his wet, naked body was as black as ink, only four feet tall, his legs were thick and muscular, his upper body was as thin as a child's, his face was still childish, but he had a goatee , with a pair of small horns protruding from his forehead, which looks indescribably weird.

The weird man held the spell scroll tightly with his right hand, and rubbed his chest with his left hand——the chest had just been hit by Edward's sword, and a trace of blood leaked from the shallow scratches.

"Young sir, it's not polite for you to do this." The strange man wrinkled his face and complained in a tone.

"For a thief, my greeting is polite enough."

Edward stared at the little weirdo coldly.

"Tell me who you are, and then return the spell scroll to me, otherwise this will be the last time you play pranks in your lifetime!"

"My name is Jack, and I'm just a poor lost kid."

"Originally, I came to this island with my brother for vacation, but for some reason, my cruel brother left me without a word and left alone."

"Good sir, I didn't mean to snatch your scroll, but think about it, a lonely kid like me doesn't even have a penny on me, no one wants to send me home, except with the help of this teleportation scroll, How else can I leave this isolated island?"

Little Jack said pitifully.

"I advise you not to pretend to be pitiful, I don't believe a word of your nonsense!"

Edward made a spell-casting gesture, and decided to use the 2-ring "advanced inner vision" to personally check the details of Little Jack.

"Good sir, I didn't lie, and I don't want your spell scroll for nothing. How about exchanging this spell scroll with you?"

Little Jack suddenly opened his mouth and retched until he vomited a large black mass into his hands and tried to pass it to Edward.

Edward has always been obsessed with cleanliness. When he saw the disgusting vomit, he subconsciously covered his mouth and nose and backed away.

Martin poked his head curiously to check the object held in the weird man's hand.

The mass looked like a piece of undigested mushroom, black with white hyphae mixed in, and covered with a thick layer of viscous digestive juices, giving off a pungent smell that seemed stinky but not stinky. How disgusting it is.

Edward suppressed the urge to be sick, and insisted on completing the spell-casting ceremony. Silver lights appeared in his eyes, and he used the 2-ring "Advanced Internal Vision" to spy on Little Jack.

To his surprise, this weird man who called himself a "stray kid" actually had a strong willpower!

Edward was unable to break through the opponent's barrier of will and see through his details, but under the detection of "advanced internal vision", the blood-red aura of the camp around Little Jack was enough to show that he was an extremely evil person.

"This little monster is not a good thing, I don't want to listen to him talking anymore!"

Edward gestured to the two gun-wielding companions beside him, signaling them to act immediately.

The two gunmen were the elite bodyguards around General Gates. They were professional soldiers who were ordered to kill the enemy. After receiving Edward's order, they aimed their guns at Little Jack and pulled the trigger.

Two large lead bullets whizzed out of the gun chamber and hit Little Jack almost simultaneously.

The strong impact lifted the little weirdo into the air, turned two somersaults in the air, and landed lightly in the grass on the opposite side of the river bank.

Edward stared at Little Jack with surprise in his eyes.

The large-caliber smoothbore magic crystal guns held by the two gunmen are all enchanted weapons. Even if it is a strong and ferocious wild boar, it will be seriously injured and fall to the ground after being shot twice at the vital parts. However, the bullets only caused two bruises on Little Jack's chest, even Not even a drop of blood flowed.

What kind of material is this guy's body made of? It's so tough!

"Be careful, everyone! That black-skinned kid seems to be some kind of high-level goblin, and only cold iron weapons can completely kill him!"

Martin Smith suddenly cried out eagerly.

Edward's face immediately darkened.

If Martin's guess is true, it can indeed explain why Little Jack was not seriously injured after being shot twice with a sword.

Higher spirit creatures are born with special physiques. The seemingly fragile skin is actually more flexible than beef tendon, which can greatly weaken the damage including magic weapons. Only a weapon made of rare metal called "cold iron" can easily Tear its skin and cause normal damage to it.

It's a pity that in the warm climate of Alfheim, the production of cold iron is very scarce, the price is high and it is not easy to buy. In addition, cold iron is not very useful except for fighting goblins and demons, so few people are willing to spend a lot of money. The price is specially purchased for cold iron weapons.

Including Edward, the weapons held by the four people present were not made of cold iron, so it was difficult to effectively kill Little Jack.

Even if he is a goblin, it doesn't matter, the weapon is not easy to use, isn't there still magic!

Edward calmly made a series of spell-casting gestures, ready to snipe Little Jack with the "Magic Missile".

Martin Smith also tried his best to calm down, and took out a small ball made of sulfur and dried bat droppings from his pocket, intending to cast the strongest attack spell he currently mastered - the third-level "fireball" - bombardment little jack.

"Tut-tut-tut! Hard-hearted gentlemen, it is disgraceful that you treat a poor waif so roughly."

Little Jack didn't seem to be worried about the coming threat at all. While talking sarcasticly, his feet suddenly exerted force, and he flew into the air like a fired shell, jumping thirty feet high in an instant.

His dark complexion made him blend into the night, and the moment he jumped to the highest point, he turned back and fell into the dense tree canopy, just like that, he quickly disappeared from the sight of Edward and others.

Edward and Martin looked at each other, and both chose to suspend casting spells to wait and see what happened.

In the depths of the jungle on the other side of the river, there was a sudden rustling sound.

At first, Edward thought it was the movement of Little Jack's body scraping against the branches and leaves when he ran away, so he didn't pay attention, but soon realized that something was wrong.

Not only did the noise not go away, but it became more and more harsh from far to near.

The trees in the forest broke off one after another and fell to the sides, as if a huge creature was approaching rapidly.

"Be careful, something is coming!" Edward warned his companions in a deep voice.

Martin held his breath, condensing magic power in his empty palm, transforming the spell-casting material into a ball of dark red light, which radiated scorching air while hovering.

The two officers raised their shotguns and pointed their muzzles at the place where the abnormal sound came from, with guard and murderous looks in their eyes.

At this time, two groups of red light spots appeared in the forest, like two lanterns floating in the air, and then a huge group of black shadows broke into the vision of Edward and others, making their nerves even more tense.

The moonlight shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the shadows in the forest are getting closer.

The first thing that appeared in the eyes of everyone was a pair of huge tusks, no less than ten feet long, reflecting moonlight like polished ivory, and the upward arc reminded people of sharp scimitars.

With the sound of the tree snapping, the owner of the pair of tusks finally appeared on the opposite side of the river in its entirety. It was a wild boar larger than a giant mammoth, covered with fiery red bristles that were as hard and sharp as steel needles. Between the tusks were A wide mouth, protruding nostrils spraying white mist, the "lantern" seen in the forest just now is actually the bloodshot eyes of this monster, and the eyes reveal a wild beast.

"This guy...is he also a razor boar?" Edward asked his companion with some guilt.

"The Razorboar isn't that big..."

Martin Smith stared at the giant beast that was approaching rapidly, his teeth chattered in fright, and he could hardly maintain his concentration on casting spells.

"That guy... I'm afraid it's the legendary... Razor Prince!"

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