Chapter 495 Night Hunting (Ⅰ)

"It's not peaceful recently. At night, wither monsters often break into my ranch and attack the stables. We are going to inspect the ranch." Old man Gordon briefly explained his plan, and then asked the centaur youth: "Son of the jungle, it's already so late Why are you still wandering the streets?"

"The Horde's salt is almost gone, and Master Drogo sent me to town to buy some salt to take home."

The centaur patted the saddlebags hanging on both sides of his back with his backhand. They were bulging and must have been filled with salt.

"Master Davis, wither monsters are our common enemy. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry to go back to the tribe. How about going to the ranch to help you deal with those monsters?"

"Don't bother you, Son of the Jungle, go back before dawn, don't drink too much wine, so as not to be reprimanded by your patriarch if you miss something."

The old man Gordon waved to the centaur, and shook the reins to urge the horse to move forward.

Joan followed the old man Gordon to gallop the horse until he left the town. He could still see the centaur standing at the entrance of the town through the deformed eyeballs growing on the back of his neck, looking at himself and his companions thoughtfully. back view.

Joan recalled the details of meeting the centaur just now, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't help asking Allen: "It's already so late, is the salt shop in the town still open?"

"It stands to reason that it has been closed long ago."

"That centaur, where did you buy the salt?"

"Who knows, maybe he bought salt in the afternoon, and then went to the tavern to drink until midnight before coming out. Brother Qiao An, do you know? Centaurs, regardless of gender, age or age, love to drink. They are simply a drunkard." race!"

"Of course I know that, but that Mr. Centaur didn't even smell of alcohol on him just now." Joan said with a frown.

"Brother Qiao An, don't be suspicious, that centaur boy is not a bad guy!"

Clark threw off the horse that was striding to catch up with Joan, and introduced the details of the young centaur to him with a smile.

"There is a group of centaurs living in the jungle outside the town. They call themselves the 'Iron Hoof Tribe'. The people of the Iron Hoof Tribe hate the wither monsters very much, and they are always fighting at the forefront of resisting the wither monsters. Their existence provides the residents of House Town with a way to stop the wither monsters. A security barrier for intrusion."

"The residents of House Town and the centaur tribe outside the town have a common enemy, and they have always gotten along fairly well. From time to time, centaurs from the Iron Hoof tribe will come to the town to buy salt, sugar, tea, needles, thread, etc. Commodities that they cannot produce themselves are not worth the fuss!"

"Brother Clark, have you ever been to the camp of the Iron Hoof tribe?" Allen asked.

"I've been there once, and I even had a fight with centaur prince Drogo Ironhoof. I heard that kid has now become the chief of the Ironhoof tribe." Clark replied with a smile.

"Oh! You fought with the centaur prince?" Allen became interested, "Who won?"

"It doesn't matter, of course I won!"

The frost giant raised its head proudly.

"Actually, that can't be considered a fight. The centaur clan holds a carnival every autumn. Besides drinking and having fun, there are also lively programs such as 'wrestling matches'. I met Drogo Ironhoof in the finals, and spent a lot of money. It took a lot of effort to knock him down, and after the game he treated me to a drink, and we didn't know each other."

"Mr. Hainier, it's really not easy for you to defeat a centaur in the wrestling arena." Joan said admiringly.

"Drogo Ironhoof is actually far inferior to me in terms of strength alone, but he is a centaur! With four feet on the ground at the same time, it is much more stable than us walking on two legs. It is really difficult. Knock him down!" Clarke recalled.

Joan smiled, and tentatively asked Clark: "I'm curious about how strong you are, can you let me use spells to check your physical attributes?"

"Of course you don't have any problem if you want to see it, but brother Joan, after reading it, it's best not to reveal it to others. I'm a person who cares about privacy very much." Clark said half-jokingly.

Joan nodded to accept his request, and inspired two "Sid Mana" to cast the 2-ring "Advanced Inner Vision", and then the magical light of penetrating and subtlety emerged in his eyes.

How many details can be seen by "advanced internal vision" depends on the will of the person under investigation to resist. If the opponent's resistance is very strong, the spell will be rejected, the information seen is very vague, and it may even cause the spell to fail, a 2-level spell slot will be wasted, and nothing will be seen!

On the contrary, if the person under investigation is not strong enough, or does not reject the peeping of the caster, then the data that can be seen is very rich.

For example, at this moment, Clark knew that Joan was casting a spell to observe him, but he did not resist. Private information including health status, physical attributes and even professional level were all presented in Joan's view without reservation.

...

Scouting Target: Clark Highnell (adult Frost Giant)

Health status: good

Extraordinary Class: Frost Giant Brutal Warrior 8/Frost Rager 3

Attributes: Strength 32, Dexterity 14, Constitution 24, Intelligence 11, Wisdom 16, Charisma 12

...

Qiao An turned off the "Advanced Internal Vision Technique", and couldn't help but secretly stunned.

What kind of level is a strength attribute as high as 32?

It is no exaggeration to say that it is at the level of most adult dragons!

Clark Heinier is simply an invincible "humanoid siege engine".

What surprised Joan even more was Clark's extraordinary professional level.

A level 8 barbarian plus a level 3 frost giant's unique high-level professional inheritance "Frost Rager", how powerful should this be?

Joan has long seen that Clark is not an ordinary person, but he never imagined that this enthusiastic and kind-hearted big friend is so strong that he is close to the legendary strong man!

If spellcasting ability was not counted, among all the people he knew, only the fire giant mercenary captain "Lord Blackcastle" Billest was comparable to Clark Heinel.

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A group of four rode out of the town, and it took another 20 minutes to arrive at Davis's ranch.

It was dark at night, the animals in the pasture had already been put into the stables, and the shepherds hired by old man Gordon had also rested. Only one old servant was still watching the night in the hut next to the stables.

The old man Gordon rode to the hut by following the faint light from the window, got off his horse and knocked on the door, and entered the room to tell the night watchman a few words. When he came back, there were two extra shepherd dogs wagging and sticking out their tongues excitedly.

"This is the hound of the night watchman. It will come in handy when we search for the wither monster later." Old man Gordon said to Joan and Clark.

Joan nodded without making a sound.

Allen jumped off his pony and ran to play with the two big dogs. Of course the hound recognizes his little master and circles around him intimately.

Seeing the playful look of the boy, old man Gordon sighed helplessly, and said to Joan and Clark in a low voice: "I now feel that it was a mistake to bring Allen here! You'd better not expect this monkey boy to help—— If he doesn't help, it's worth our thanks to the gods!"

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