Chapter 593 Laughter to Death

"Mogg! Mogg!"

The mutated yeti limped up, rubbed his bleeding butt, grinned, glared at Slude, and cursed viciously in the giant language.

Regardless of the numbness in his arms, Slude gritted his teeth and resolutely charged at the mutant snow monster. As soon as the body shape was activated, the mutated snow monster leaned over and opened its mouth wide, as if she spewed out a mouthful of extremely cold air like a blizzard.

Slude, transformed into a "heroic warrior", is immune to all cold-type attacks. The cold air sprayed by the mutated snow monster cannot cause substantial damage to her, but the turbulent air flow itself is comparable to a storm. The strength was far different from that of the mutated snow monster, and it was blown almost into the air by the cold current. It hurriedly stopped and stuck the spear on the ground with its backhand, trying to stabilize its center of gravity in the storm.

At this moment, a giant palm swept across the air, and slapped her flying with a slap, and fell on the snow, rolling far away.

Slude fell heavily, and his body was covered in mud and snow, but he never let go of the long gun in his hand. Regardless of the burning pain on half of his body, he held up his body with the gun, spit out the bloody mud with a bah sound, and his eyes were tightly closed. Staring at the mutated snow monster, stubborn flames burned in his eyes.

The mutated snow monster couldn't help being deeply surprised when he saw this seemingly weak human girl who had received a slap from him with all his strength, and was able to stand up intact and continue to challenge him, his dark blue eyes widened.

Shaking its long, thick and white eyebrows, the mutated snow monster suddenly bared its teeth and grinned, turned around and walked up to the caravan, a pair of giant hands grasped the front wheels on both sides, raised it vigorously amidst a roar, and held the caravan in its arms impressively, Then he had to use all his strength to lift the caravan over the top, throwing the caravan and its full load at the human girl who dared to stab himself, and smashed her into a fleshy pulp, so as to vent his anger !

"Lala!"

Just as the mutated snow monster was struggling to hold the caravan high, the sound of chanting a spell suddenly came from inside the car, and then two purple eye stalks lifted the car curtain, and the third eye stalk rolled up a ball and threw it at the mutated snow monster. .

At this moment, the mutated yeti's thoughts were all on Slude, and he didn't even notice that there was a person hidden in the caravan until the feather with a small biscuit thrown from the curtain scatter on his face , Only then did he become alert.

However, it was too late.

The upturned wide nostrils of the mutated yeti were tickled by biscuit crumbs and soft feathers. It couldn't help but sneezed twice, and then fell into an uncontrollable laugh. Laughing until it trembled, its belly cramped, and it couldn't help sitting down. on the ground.

The sudden burst of wild laughter made his limbs weak, the heavy caravan lost its support, and slipped down with a loud bang, hitting his chest heavily, which made him almost lose his breath on the spot, but he couldn't restrain his wild laughter The impulse, being crushed by the caravan on the snow, was out of breath with laughter.

Slude guessed that it was Joan who was casting a spell when he first heard the sound of chanting a spell in the carriage.

Later, seeing the mutated snow monster as if possessed by an evil spirit, lying on the ground dancing and laughing wildly, he immediately realized that he must have been hit by the 2nd-level "Laughter Spell" that Joan had just cast. , nothing can be done.

Of course, Slude would not miss this golden opportunity, with a murderous look in his eyes, he strode up to the mutated snow monster, and stabbed the huge monster's throat with a steel gun!

puff!

The spear penetrated deeply into the mutated yeti's soft neck, piercing a hole the size of a fist, and a fountain of blood spurted out.

Slude resolutely withdrew his gun and retreated, shaking his arms to shake off the remaining blood on the tip of the gun, and stared at the mutated snow monster coldly.

The monster let out a short and painful howl, and then laughed wildly uncontrollably. The neck wound followed the rhythm of the laughter, and blood gushed out one after another, instantly staining its face scarlet.

Against the contrast of the blood, the mutated yeti's smile became more distorted and weird, and his laughter became hoarse and weak, like a leaky bellows.

The mutated yeti seemed to realize that he was in a very dangerous situation, and tried his best to raise his hand to cover the wound on his neck to stop the blood loss.

The heavy caravan was pressed across his body, and both arms were firmly stuck by the wheels. If he was in good physical condition, it would not be difficult for him to push the caravan away with his divine power, but at this moment he has already been "laughed". Tortured half to death by the huge wound that pierced his throat, his whole body was paralyzed, and he was powerless to move the cart that hit his chest.

Slude frowned, walked around to the side of the mutated snow monster, raised the sharp steel spear with both hands, and stabbed the monster's left temple with all his strength.

This part is commonly known as the "temple", and it is the most vulnerable point of the humanoid skull. Due to the lack of thick skull protection, the steel gun is like piercing through a thin and brittle board, and with a puff, it penetrates deeply into the mutant snow monster. Inside the cranial cavity.

Slude shook his wrist, and the spear spun along with it. The tip of the spear that was sunk deep into the skull smashed the mutated yeti's brain to pieces. The ferocious monster was killed on the spot. It was shaking and twitching, showing vigorous but useless vitality.

Slude withdrew his spear, stuck his backhand in the blood-stained snow, jumped to the belly of the mutated yeti corpse, walked up to the caravan, knocked on the window, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Joan's reply came from the carriage, "It's safe here, go help Logan and Haakon eliminate other snow monsters, and remember to collect some mutated snow monster hair for me later."

"It's good that you're fine. Thank you just now. I really didn't expect the 'Laughter Technique' to be so effective. It turned a brutal monster into a funny clown."

Slude drew out his saber, pulled a large amount of snow-white long hair on the mutated yeti's chest, cut it off with the saber, raised the door curtain and handed it to Joan.

"The effect of the spell varies from person to person. The 'Laughter Spell' fights against the subject's mental will. The mutated yeti has a strong body, but his willpower is not strong. In addition, you have attracted his full attention. , which gave me an opportunity."

Joan stretched out two eye stalks, entangled the hair of the mutated snow monster that Slude handed over, and put it back into the carriage.

Using these hairs, Joan can theoretically use the "transformation technique" to turn into a mutated snow monster. In fact, he is still unable to become such a huge creature due to the limitation of the magic power level of the second-level spell.

If you want to break through the upper limit of the magic power of the "transformation technique", you can only further optimize the "transformation technique" and try to develop the "mythical transformation technique" after you are promoted to a level 5 mage in the future.

"Mythical Transformation", from the perspective of magic power level, is equivalent to a third-level spell. If it can be developed successfully, it should be able to turn him into a "mutated snow monster".

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