Chapter 573 White Haired Monster

"That guy, is it a barbarian who lives on a snow mountain?"

Joan couldn't help feeling overwhelmed.

If the other party is a human being, even if it is just an ignorant and backward native savage, he is still his kind after all, and it is possible to communicate with him, and then it is possible to help him out of trouble.

Do you want to try to ask for help?

Joan hesitated.

There are many naive and simple barbarians, but there are also many barbaric tribes that practice cannibalism in the frontier areas of the New World. He dare not bet his life on whether a strange barbarian has good intentions .

Just when he hesitated, the white-haired monster slowly approached, his ice-blue eyes full of vigilance. When he blinked, Joann was surprised to notice a subtle detail.

This person's eyelids are very strange. In addition to the normal upper and lower eyelids, they look like crocodiles, and there is also a transparent "inner eyelid".

When he opened the transparent eyelids, his vision immediately became extremely sharp, as if it could penetrate the thick snow, like a steel needle with real substance, piercing Joan's skin with a faint pain.

There was a vague tingling sensation, which quickly spread from the face to the outside, and spread to the whole body in a blink of an eye, every inch of muscle became numb and stiff.

"Oops!"

The moment he was stared at by the white-haired monster, Qiao An was shocked to realize that the distribution of the magic net in the nearby space had changed abnormally.

There are all kinds of signs that the white-haired monster can emit magical supernatural vision from his eyes, but he was caught off guard, his body has become paralyzed, his hands and feet can't move, he can neither shoot self-defense nor cast spells to repel the enemy. I can just watch the white-haired monster with black face and blue eyes approaching with strides.

The white-haired monster quickly ran under the tree, pushed aside the snow, and saw Joan, with a cruel grin on his face, stretched out a big fluffy hand, and grabbed his throat.

laugh!

Suddenly, a beam of red light burst out from the depth of the pupil of Joan's left eye, and hit the white-haired monster's chest through the fingertips, instantly igniting its fluffy fur.

The white-haired man withdrew his hands in a hurry, screamed and threw himself on the snow and rolled back and forth, finally extinguishing the flames on his body. The original white and fluffy fur had been scorched in a large area, and the most severely burned chest was scorched with blood and flesh, which was horrible.

The monster struggled to move away from Joan, and didn't stop until it was fifty feet away. It turned to look at Joan, with panic and resentment alternately appearing in its ice-blue eyes.

Joan's whole body was numb now, and only his head could barely move. When the white-haired monster showed his intention to commit murder, the only weapon he could use for self-defense was his prosthetic eye with various magics.

The "scorching rays" just launched successfully scared the white-haired monster away, but unfortunately, the other party seemed very stubborn. He had clearly learned his lesson, but he was still lingering in the distance, unwilling to just give up the prey he was about to get.

Joan's prosthetic eye can release scorching rays up to 4 times a day. If the white-haired monster dares to get closer, Joan will not be polite to him. All four scorching rays hit him, enough to kill him.

It's a pity that the white-haired monster is not stupid. After suffering a loss, he became vigilant and wandered around the area away from Joan, neither leaving nor approaching, as if looking for a better opportunity to attack.

Qiao An didn't mind confronting this strange man. His paralyzed body was gradually regaining consciousness. The longer it took, the better it would be for him.

However, this does not mean that Joan is invincible, there are still many things worth worrying about.

For example, will the white-haired monster attack him again with a strange sight, paralyzing his limbs that have recovered so hard, will he call his companions to come to help, will he go around behind him, from what he can't Launch the attack from the angle of "Scorching Ray"...

The more Joan thought about it, the more uneasy he became, but it was useless to be anxious. He could only hope that he would get rid of the paralysis as soon as possible and free up his hands to deal with the white-haired weirdo.

On the barren mountain where the wind and snow were raging, Joan and the white-haired monster were afraid of each other, and both eyes stared fiercely at each other. In this way, the stalemate was maintained. Time passed quietly, and the atmosphere became more and more tense.

The feeling of muscle paralysis is fading, Joan can now move his fingertips slightly, but he can't lift his arm yet.

After this period of confrontation, he discovered that the special ability of the white-haired monster to cause paralysis with sight has a strict distance limit.

Joan doesn't know how far the maximum range of this "paralyzing gaze" is, but judging from the position of the white-haired monster, it will not be farther than his "scorching ray", otherwise the opponent can hide behind the "scorching ray" ” for line-of-sight attacks.

In addition, Joan also found that the intelligence level of the white-haired monster is not high, at best it is similar to ogres—of course not Shrek's extremely intelligent "mythical ogre"—otherwise, in this minute of mutual stalemate , he should take more active measures, whether trying to sneak around Joan's back, or calling his companions for help, is better than just staring blankly.

"If you don't hurry up, you will die!"

Joan stared at the white-haired monster fiercely, with murderous intent in his eyes.

As long as he is given another half a minute, the arm will be able to move freely, and the situation of the two sides will be reversed by then.

The white-haired weirdo seemed to sense that the crisis was approaching, and finally began to try to break the deadlock.

He dug out a large handful of snow on the spot, squeezed it into a snowball the size of a human head, and held it in front of him. He breathed twice at the snowball, and then rounded his arms and threw the snowball at Joan.

At first, Joan saw the white-haired monster throwing a snowball at him, and he thought it was funny. It wasn't until the snowball hit his chest that he was surprised to find that the snowball was much harder than it looked. Let go.

Joan reluctantly lowered his head and saw that the broken snowball was shining brightly. It turned out that the soft white snow was wrapped in hard ice!

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that the breath exhaled by the white-haired monster contained extremely cold magic power, which directly froze the snowball into a solid ice ball. No wonder it hurt so much when it hit him!

At this time, the white-haired monster assembled a bigger snowball, held it to his mouth and blew three breaths, raised it high, roared and threw it at Qiao An.

This time, Qiao An didn't dare to be careless, and tried his best to avoid it.

The ice puck flew past his scalp and hit the tree trunk behind him torn apart.

boom! The pine tree snapped, and the shattered ice bounced back and hit the back of Joan's head, causing a big swelling. He felt his eyes go black, and almost fainted on the spot.

Joan bit her lip, managed to stay awake, looked up at the white-haired monster, and found that the other person was collecting snow to make ammunition again, knowing that there was not much time left for him.