Chapter 499 The Dry Needle Monster

Joan noticed the sharp increase in the brightness of the red light emitted by the "Branch of El Minsur", and realized that the hostility of the Dry Needle Monster was rising sharply, so he hurriedly reminded Clark to be careful.

Almost at the same time, the Withered Needles aimed its slightly drooping canopy at the Frost Giant, and launched an attack from twenty yards away. The dense needles on the canopy turned into dense arrows and shot at Clark, and a scalp-sickening sound resounded in the forest. The tingling wind whistled.

As soon as Clark heard Joan's warning, he stopped and crossed his arms to cover his face, protecting his only eyes that were not covered with ice armor, and at the same time completely blocked Joan behind him.

The oncoming spikes shot at him, blocked by the solid frost armor, and most of them were bounced off. Only a few fell into the ice layer, and the depth was less than half an inch, far from enough to penetrate the two-inch thick frost armor. It seems that this ice blue armor is inlaid with a layer of armor spikes, making it even more domineering and awe-inspiring.

When the sound of the breaking wind subsided, Clark slightly moved the arm covering his face, tilted his head and looked at the withered needle monster opposite, and found that the opponent did not continue to shoot spikes, but instead dragged his bulky body back into the depths of the pine forest. Si nodded, strode to catch up, and slapped the monster in half.

"Brother Joan, I found a pattern."

Clark stomped heavily on the remains of the Withered Needle to make sure the monster was dead, then turned around and told Joan:

"There are thousands of spikes on the Dry Needle Monster that can be fired, but it shoots hundreds of them at most at a time, and it can't shoot continuously. It always has to stop and rest for a period of time after each shot."

"It seems that shooting spikes is a very exhausting tactic for the Dry Needle Monster. As long as we can block the first round of shooting, we will have plenty of time to launch a counterattack." Joan followed Clark's thinking and analyzed in depth.

"That's right, the key is to resist the first wave of withering needles!" Clark wiped his chest to remove the spikes stuck on the frost armor, and then asked Joan, "Are there other withering monsters around here?" Is it strange?"

"Directly ahead, twenty-five yards, there are three wither monsters hiding in the bushes, two of which are wither needle monsters, and one seems to be a wither vine monster."

Joan followed the frost giant, and he didn't have to worry about being attacked by monsters. He only needed to use the "Branch of Ilminsur" to provide Clark with the enemy's traces.

"Okay! I'll go over and kill them!"

Clark took a big stride and rushed straight to the direction Joan pointed out. As soon as his front foot stepped into the bushes, a withered vine monster rushed out and tried to trip him.

Clark stopped in time, hooked the withered vine monster with his toes, picked up the python-like monster, and swung a fist to blow it up in the air, causing the broken sawdust to rain down.

The two withered needle monsters floating in the bushes stood up one after another. The original plan was to let the withered vine monsters set traps first to trip the prey, and then they pounced on to kill the prey. Unexpectedly, the prey was stronger than them As expected, the withered vine monsters were killed with one punch, forcing them to jump out in a hurry, and shot arrows at the frost giant from the left and right sides at the same time.

Clark raised his hand to cover his eyes, and the dense sound of spikes colliding with the frost armor came from his ears, and another layer of hard "fluff" grew on his body.

After the two withered needle monsters finished shooting for a round, Clark took the opportunity to pounce on him, one palm at a time, and neatly split the withered needle monster into a match.

Joan didn't participate in the battle, but turned his eyes to the depths of the pine forest.

With the help of "dark vision", he saw a vague figure coming out of the bushes, which looked like a dry needle monster.

Seeing Clark beating his own kind from a distance, the Withered Needle Monster seemed to be frightened, and didn't dare to approach the mighty frost giant, hiding in the forest and shaking the canopy. With the rustling sound of branches and leaves rubbing against each other, a cloud of light yellow dust rose around the crown of the Dryneedle Monster, like a haze spreading in the forest.

Clark inadvertently inhaled the yellow dust mixed into the air, couldn't help but sneezed twice, quickly covered his nose, and reminded Joan in a low voice.

"Be careful, brother, the monster seems to be releasing poisonous gas!"

"That's not poisonous gas, Mr. Hainier, it's the pollen emitted by the Dry Needle Monster, it's not poisonous." Joan said softly.

"Pollen? Well... Achoo!" Clark wiped his nose and asked Joan in confusion, "Why does the Dry Needle Monster spread pollen? Does it know that it is about to be slaughtered by us, and it wants to pass on the family before it dies?" ?”

Joan held back a smile and shook his head, recalling what Conti's father told him about the special habits of the "Needle Monster", and told Clark: "The Dried Needle Monster will spread pollen when it encounters a strong enemy, and the pollen contains a kind of The special ingredients, ordinary people smell it only as the fragrance of flowers, but other dry needle monsters can sense the distress signal from it, and quickly gather in the direction of the pollen-scattering similar species, assisting the rescuers against powerful enemies."

"Understood, the 'strong enemy' in the eyes of the Withered Needle monster, presumably refers to the two of us? That's good, the monsters will come to the door to seek death by themselves, saving us the time and effort of searching in the woods." Clark said confidently.

Joan walked up to him, reached out and touched the thick and strong thighs of the frost giant's beams, the tentacles were cold and smooth.

"Is the ice armor starting to melt?" Clark asked him, looking down.

"There are signs of melting, but not too noticeable."

"Well, it's about the same as I expected. It should be fine to hold on for a few more minutes."

"There are tiny cracks on the ice armor, which should be the hidden wounds from the spike shots. Will it reduce the strength of the armor?" Joan asked worriedly.

"There will be some impact, but I don't think it's a big deal." Clark smiled optimistically.

Joan sighed, took out a piece of ham skin from the spell-casting material bag, and decided to cast a spell to help this over-optimistic big friend deal with the coming enemies—that would be the most severe challenge tonight.

The silence in the pine forest was broken by the sound of rubbing branches and leaves. A large group of withered monsters were approaching. The footsteps from far to near were like the ebb and flow of the tide, gradually becoming noisy.

Shaking black shadows emerged from the forest one after another, quickly approaching where Clark and Joan were.

"Mr. Hainier, wait a moment, you stand in front first, and when you hear me chanting the spell-casting spell, immediately squat down with your head in your arms."

"Hold your head and squat down?" Clarke trembled his thick eyebrows, his face full of reluctance: "This kind of sissy action sounds so shameful, I don't want to..."

"Just listen to me!" Joan's face darkened, pretending to be angry.

Fearing that his mage friend would be unhappy, the frost giant reluctantly nodded.

"Well, anyway, there are no outsiders here, so it won't be too embarrassing."