Chapter 287: Night killer

On this clear night, the broad river surface reflected the moonlight, and there were layers of silver-like ripples. On the empty river beach, only the waves echoed.
Joan looked towards the upper reaches of the river, and was illuminated by the bright moonlight, and there was a mountain rising from the ground.
The mountain looks like a large bowl upside down in the north of the island, and the depression at the bottom of the bowl is a volcano that has been silent for a hundred years.
The crater accumulates rainwater and forms a natural lake, which is the source of the safari river.
The map provided by Achi circled the area around the extinct volcano with a common red pen and marked it as a dangerous area. It is said that the "Prince of Razor" is entrenched in the forest around the volcano, so that the mountain and the volcanic lake are named after the "razor".
Joan, where they are at the moment, is outside the red zone. The chance of encountering a razor wild boar is higher than elsewhere. If you are unlucky, you may even hit the "Prince of Razor" who came to the river for a walk.
For safety reasons, everyone agreed that it was not appropriate to run around at night, so they cleared an open space on the beach to accommodate the "campfire rosary" and camped on the spot.
The hound suddenly roared as everyone ate dinner around the campfire.
Immediately afterwards, a group of wild boars hummed and ran to the campfire.
Fortunately, the leader was just a ferocious wild boar, and no razor wild boar was seen in the herd.
Joan and Thomas quickly performed the "greasy technique" to trap this group of wild boars, and the Dindal brothers took the opportunity to kill the pigs.
After a wailing, all six wild boars were killed, adding 10 hunting points for the Joan team, plus fresh barbecue ingredients.
In view of the rampant wild boar activity in the area, Joan and his team dug a trench around the camp to strengthen their defenses and arranged for a dedicated vigil to take turns.
In theory, the mage should not be a vigil, but Joan has a "life support ring" in hand, and sleeping for two hours every night is enough to restore energy.
In order to ensure that his companions get sufficient rest time, Joan offered to offer a vigil until dawn, and then the Dindal brothers took over his post.
As the night darkened, Thomas and Dindale brothers had fallen asleep, and Joan sat alone by the fire and reading.
The sound of gurgling water, the noise of wind, and the sound of snoring from the tent were heard by the ear, but deepened the night's quietness.
Joan opened a page and looked up across the campfire.
The four hounds were sleeping soundly in the warmly baked thatched piles, sometimes shaking their ears, even maintaining a certain degree of alertness in their sleep.
In this quiet and peaceful atmosphere, Joan suddenly felt a little uneasy.
Frowning slightly, he took out the "siren" made by the earthworm tentacles from his jacket pocket, and leaned in to observe the fire.
As expected, the tentacles twitched slightly, seeming to sense that the anomalous creature was approaching the camp.
Joan stared at the siren, his expression hesitant.
This tentacle is very sensitive, even if a hare breaks into the alert range, it will trigger tremor.
Of course, hares do not pose a threat to sleeping people.
If you want to confirm whether the intruder is dangerous, further observation is needed.
Joan stood up and slowly turned around with the siren in hand. Based on the deflection direction of the tentacles and the severity of the tremor, he judged the direction of the potential threat and how far away he was.
After some careful exploration, Joan confirmed that the anomalous creature was hiding in the dense bush behind him, about two hundred yards away.
At such a long distance, it was late at night, and with the cover of the bushes, Joan could not see whether the other party was a harmless hare or a beast hunting at night.
When he was hesitating to wake up the hound and search near the bushes, the vibration of the siren suddenly weakened, and there were signs that the other party was moving away from the camp.
Joan sighed in relief and put away the sirens that had stopped shaking, standing beside the campfire, staring at the distant shrouded bush for a long time.
Although the alarm had been lifted, somehow, the shadow of his heart was still lingering.
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At the same time that Joan looked into the bushes, a naked, tall, thin monster was also observing the camp on the river beach through the bushes.
The brown-green skin with a wooden texture is like a natural protective color, which makes the "Big Jack" almost merge with the bushes. Even if the ordinary person approaches the observation, it is difficult to find his hiding place.
However, Jack was surprised to find that the young man sitting at the campside vigil in the opposite camp was far more alert than he expected. He was aware of his existence two hundred yards away-this has been a long time since the other party A close look at the bushes can be proved.
Big Jack squatted in the bushes, his dark eye sockets shimmering in different depths.
Being noticed during stealth is an unprecedented new experience for him, and this small setback cannot dispel his killing intention.
The young vigil on the opposite side looked like he was only 13 or 14 years old. From the previous follow-up observations, the opponent was just a low-level wizard.
Big Jack is confident to kill each other within ten seconds. As for the companion of the teenager... It is their greatest luck to be able to die without pain in their sleep.
Big Jack made up his mind. Just as he was about to start, an owl suddenly flew in the night sky and landed on a branch beside him. His bright eyes glared straight at him, as if he had no deep meaning.
Jack and the owl stared at each other for a few seconds, reaching for their legs.
The owl didn't dodge, until Big Jack unwraped the white strips of cloth wrapped around his feet before fluttering away.
Jack looked down at the text on the cloth, his eyes flickering.
The letter's signed person "Idar" is a high-level deacon of the "primitive sect", and there is a more loud title called "Shepherd".
The shepherd sent an "animal messenger" to send this letter, asking Big Jack to go to a place outside Leiden Port as soon as possible to meet him and discuss important matters.
The letter did not specify what the matter was.
Big Jack silently crumpled the cloth and swallowed it in his mouth.
The shepherds had a higher position in the sect than he was, and they were appointed by the Pope to come to the Alfheim region to perform important official duties.
As a peripheral member of the Order, Big Jack must obey the call of the herdsmen, so he had to end the killing competition with "Little Jack" in advance.
"Good luck!"
Jack looked deeply at the young mage standing by the campfire and turned around silently, leaving the bushes.
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Although the sirens could not sense any threats, Joanne did not dare to relax his vigilance, staying by the campfire and paying attention to the wind and grass around him.
Until dawn, Dick and Roger rose to take over his vigil post.
Joan handed the siren to Roger for safekeeping, and after a few words, he got into the tent.
He closed his eyes, relaxed his tired body and nerves, and unconsciously fell asleep.
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