Chapter 496 Night Hunting (Ⅱ)

"Come on, Dad, at least Alan doesn't complain as much as you do." Clark said with a smile.

Old man Gordon glared at him angrily, took off the shotgun slung behind him with his backhand, and strode towards the bushy river beach, as if to prove that he was not old enough to be compared with a kid.

"Grandpa! Wait for me!" Allen picked up the shotgun and chased after him with two big dogs that were happy.

Joan followed the boy, looking at the river beach. A clear river flows out from the depths of the dense forest, bypasses the hills and gentle slopes covered with dense legumes such as alfalfa, and meanders through the flat grassland, providing sufficient and clean water for the thousands of horses living here. source of water.

Since the "blight monster" broke into the pasture, this seemingly calm river has become a restricted area. If the horses come to the river to drink water as before, they may be attacked by monsters disguised as bushes. For this reason, the shepherds had to give up this natural water source and drive the horses to the lower reaches of the river to drink water.

There are clumps of thick or sparse low shrubs growing on both sides of the river beach, standing quietly in the night, their branches swaying with the wind, casting messy black silhouettes on the river surface reflecting the moonlight, making Joan feel inexplicably hideous and terrifying.

Every bush in front of him looked so suspicious, as if there were wither monsters lurking everywhere, and the sense of crisis made his nerves tense up.

Old man Gordon stopped in front of a thicker bush, and raised his hand to signal Joan, Clark, and Allen not to approach.

Joan had already activated the "Dark Vision" enchantment effect of the "Prosthetic Eye". The night could not hinder his vision, but he really couldn't see anything unusual in the bushes hundreds of feet away.

"Mr. Davis, have you seen the Wither?"

"It's too far away. I can't tell if there are wither monsters hidden in the bushes. If I keep getting closer, I'm in danger of being ambushed." The old man patted the magic crystal shotgun with a confident smile on his face: "Fortunately, there's no need for it." We risk ourselves, and my 'old buddy' will help us find the way."

The old man loaded a shotgun, aimed the gun at the bushes on the opposite side, and pulled the trigger.

A flash of sparks spewed out from the muzzle, accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking wind, and the bullet, which was fully accelerated by the magic crystal circuit, disintegrated itself the moment it escaped from the constraints of the barrel, and a large amount of iron sand wrapped in a thin layer of lead skin was like The torrential rain poured down on the bushes, causing large swaths of the bushes to fall down, and the broken branches and leaves splashed all over the sky.

Allen also loaded his magic crystal shotgun with shotguns, followed his grandfather's example and fired a shot at the bushes, causing the large bushes to shake violently.

After two gunshots, a few withered monsters hiding in the bushes were injured by the iron sand blasted by the shotgun, and angrily gave up their camouflage. The branches gathered into two long arms, and the roots pulled out of the soil twisted into a pair of thick legs, turning into It turned into a seven-foot-tall, half-human, half-tree monster, took big strides, and approached Davis' grandparents in a slightly dull and menacing posture.

Old man Gordon stared at the human-shaped bush rushing out of the bushes, and reminded his companions: "That's the 'dead branch monster', the most numerous of the three 'withered monsters'. It will whip the enemy with its branches, and there is no danger if you don't get close to them."

"No, Dad, those 'cute little saplings' are in danger."

Clark grinned, clenched his knuckles, and strode towards the dead branch monster.

"Hey! Big fool, don't go over—"

Old Gordon tried to drink the Frost Resisting Giant, but the next second, Clark rushed to the Dead Branch Monster like a galloping horse, and punched him in the middle of the tree trunk.

The Frost Giant's seemingly random punch poured its strength into the dead branch monster through the bark, like detonating a bucket of alchemy gunpowder, and the terrifying punch smashed the monster to pieces on the spot!

Clark withdrew his fist, brushed off the sawdust falling on his body without changing his expression, and turned to another dead branch monster.

The dead branch monster attacked first, throwing branches to wrap around Clark.

The frost giant shook its shoulders at will and snapped the tough branches, kicked the dead branch monster down, stepped forward, and stepped on the monster's trunk in half.

Dark shadows swayed in the bushes, and more wither monsters came to life and joined the battle.

Clark rushed into the area where the monsters were most dense, lifted a dead branch monster with both hands, and used the two thick activated shrubs as weapons, swung them like a windmill, and swept down the dead branch monsters approaching one by one, knocking them down. broken.

Joan watched Clark's burly figure penetrate into the enemy group, like a tiger breaking into a flock of sheep, unstoppable. He not only admired the powerful fighting power of this frost giant brother, but also worried that he was too aggressive and would fall into a tight siege, so he quickly chased after him.

Clark is like a humanoid bulldozer, leaving only broken branches and leaves everywhere. Most of the withered monsters lurking in the bushes are picked out and shredded by him alone. Occasionally, there are one or two monsters that escaped the palm of the frost giant. , was also shot down by Davis, his grandfather and grandson.

Along the way, Joan didn't even have the chance to cast spells, and he was completely playing the role of onlookers.

Joan stopped in boredom, considering whether to become a Jotunheim eagle and fly into the air to help Clark and Davis's grandparents search for prey.

At this time, there was a sudden rustling movement from the bushes ahead, and immediately after that, many animated vines crawled close to the ground and slid out.

"Clark! Watch out for the 'Withered Vine Monster'!" Old Gordon shouted a warning, his voice full of anxiety.

The frost giant took two steps back vigilantly, keeping a distance of about 20 feet from the group of "withered vine monsters" crawling close to the ground, luring them out of the bushes with complex terrain and arriving at the sandy ground. Flat river beach.

Withered vine monsters came out in full force, chasing Clark's footsteps and crawling towards the river beach with an unobstructed view. When they found that Clark had stopped, they swooped up like a swarm of snakes and climbed up along his ankles. Wrap this frost giant from head to toe, as if clinging to a tall tree, trying to strangle Clark to death and suck his flesh and blood.

Joan could see that Clark was deliberately luring a large group of vine monsters to attach to him, but he didn't know what Clark's next countermeasure would be. Seeing that the frost giant was entangled in layers by countless python-like withered vine monsters, it was almost impossible to see its true colors, and the whole person became bloated and clumsy. I couldn't help worrying about Clark's situation.

After thinking for a while, Joan took out a glass marble, intending to cast "Mage's Assault Palm" before Clark was crushed by the vine monster to help him get rid of the vine entanglement. However, before he started casting the spell, the layers of vines wrapped around the frost giant's body suddenly tightened, followed by crackling and breaking sounds.

"drink!"

Clark uttered a mighty battle cry, stretched his muscular arms, and broke all the vines that were densely wrapped around his body in an instant, and the broken vines slid down from his body one after another, like Dead snakes everywhere.

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