Chapter 494 The Son of the Jungle

Clark turned around like a whirlwind, and excitedly said to Gordon Davis: "Father! Brother Joan is proficient in arcane arts. As for me, my boxing skills are not bad, and with this old gun in your hand, The combination of the three of us for long-range shooting and close-combat is just right, how about going to the ranch together tonight and working together to destroy those nasty wither monsters?"

Old man Gordon hesitated for a moment, saw the sincere eyes of Clark and Joan, and thought that he had no way out, so he finally nodded his head with difficulty.

"Okay, I'll take you to the ranch together, but don't run around, it will be dangerous if you fall into an ambush by a large group of wither monsters." The old man solemnly warned.

"Don't worry, Dad, I will pay attention." Clark smiled and opened the door.

As soon as his fingertips touched the doorknob, the smile on the frost giant's face disappeared suddenly. He turned his head and made a "warning" gesture at Joan and old man Gordon. He held his breath and quietly approached the door, holding the door silently. With a sudden force, he pulled the door open, stretched his left arm forward, grabbed the person who was eavesdropping by the door like lightning, and picked it up involuntarily.

"Oops! Clark, it's me—it's me! Take it easy!"

Hearing this immature and familiar exclamation, Clark's expression immediately softened, he let go of the boy who was writhing and struggling in his hands, and asked angrily: "Alan! You are still awake so late, sneaking Hiding outside the door, are you eavesdropping on our conversation?"

"I didn't eavesdrop! When you went downstairs just now, you made a lot of noise and woke me up! I got up to go to the bathroom, and I overheard your conversation when I passed by." The little boy defended stiffly.

"Okay, Alan, it's none of your business here, go back to sleep." Old man Gordon waved at his precious grandson, trying to drive the little rascal away.

"Grandpa! I heard it just now. You, Clark, and Brother Joan are going to the ranch to expel the wither monsters, right?" Alan's eyes shone with excitement, "I'm not sleepy at all now, take me with you, okay?" good?"

"No!" The old man flatly refused, "The ranch is too dangerous, children can't go there!"

Allen's cheeks puffed up with anger, and he rushed to his grandfather suddenly, took off the magic crystal shotgun that was slung behind the old man with unexpected movements, skillfully dismantled the magazine and reloaded it, and raised the gun to aim.

This series of movements is like flowing clouds and flowing water, done in one go, showing well-trained shooting skills.

"Grandpa! You always say that when you were my age, you often went hunting alone in the mountains with a gun on your shoulders. Didn't you know that you were on an adventure? What you have done yourself, why can't I? This is simply not to say Makes sense!"

Allen's questioning was well-founded. Old man Gordon couldn't admit in front of his grandson that he was also an ignorant troublemaker when he was a child, and he was speechless for a while.

"Even though Alan is young, his marksmanship is not bad. Daddy, let him go with him!" Clark was moved by Alan's courage, so he helped the boy plead with old man Gordon, "With me taking care of him, Alan won't let him go!" Something will happen."

Old Man Gordon sighed resignedly, and said to his grandson, "Go and change into your hunting clothes, and get your shotgun—be careful, and don't let Minna hear you!"

"Oh yeah!" The boy jumped up excitedly, turned his head and ran out the door.

"This rascal! There's really nothing we can do about him." Old Gordon looked at his grandson's back and shook his head and sighed, with deep love in his eyes.

Ten minutes later, Davies and his grandson took Joan and Clark out of the big house and came to the stables. Without disturbing the servants at home, they put on the saddle by themselves. Clark was too big, and there was no horse he could ride. Fortunately, he had long legs and long strides, and his walking speed was comparable to that of Joan and his horses.

Old man Gordon and Allen both carried shotguns and ammunition belts slung over their shoulders. In order not to alarm their families and attract unnecessary worries, they didn't even bring a hound with them, and a group of four quietly left the mansion.

It was dark at night, most of the shops on the street were closed, and few people could be seen on the deserted street.

Joan and his party drove their horses along the street under the hazy moonlight. When they were about to leave the town, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the alley beside Joan.

This sudden figure startled Joan, subconsciously thinking that it was a drunken man who was unconscious, and hurriedly gathered up the reins, lest the galloping horse would run into him.

Joan's horse was also frightened by the daredevil who rushed over unawares. The frightened man stood up, raised his front hooves, and neighed, almost throwing Joan off the horse.

The black shadow rushing out of the slanting stab stopped in time, and whistled with its tail finger in its mouth.

The crisp whistle echoed in the night sky. It sounded nothing special at first, but it was strange that the frightened steed under Joan's crotch immediately calmed down as if it had been hypnotized by the whistle, and walked to the place on its own initiative. The man stepped forward, snorted, and gently rubbed his hand.

Joan wiped off the cold sweat, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the roadside alley under the faint moonlight, and saw a knight standing at the entrance of the alley, reaching out to caress his horse.

"I'm sorry, sir, my horse didn't hit you just now, did it?"

Qiao An choked as soon as she spoke, and couldn't help but stare at the man with wide eyes in surprise.

Under the moonlight, the one standing at the entrance of the alley was not some knight, but a complete monster!

Above the waist was a human body wrapped in a cloak, with a broad face, a high nose bridge, raised eyebrows, piercing eyes, short messy hair showing a rough personality, and brown-red skin.

If you only look at the upper body, this man is just a strong young man that can be seen everywhere. However, when the night wind lifted the hem of the cloak, he revealed a strange body from the waist down. It looked like a tall and strong horse, and its thick mane was as brown as his skin. Ze, with a saddle on his back and a horseshoe on his four hooves, just stood quietly at the entrance of the alley under the moonlight, looking at Qiao An without saying a word.

"Don't be afraid, Brother Joan, that's a Mr. Centaur, probably from the 'Iron Hoof Tribe' in the jungle outside the town."

Allen urged his horse to come to Joan and explained to him the origin of the half-man, half-horse weirdo.

Joan nodded and looked curiously at the centaur opposite him.

He had seen illustrations and related descriptions of this creature in the "Vares Monster Illustrated Handbook", but this was the first time he had seen a living centaur.

"Good evening, Son of the Jungle!" Old man Gordon turned his horse's head and waved to the centaur.

"Children of the Jungle" is the respectful name of the local human residents for the centaur family.

"Good evening, Mr. Davies, where are you going in your haste out of town all night?"

The young centaur inquired seemingly casually.