Chapter 122: Jungle Killing (Ⅱ)

Joan's heart trembled violently, and hurriedly looked back to the area where the shadow was lurking. Almost at the same time, a cold light lased from the projection of the tent. At first, Joan thought that cold light was flying towards him, and he thought about lifting the shield. However, he soon realized that the target of the other party's attack was not himself, but Weiss not far from him. Unfortunately, he was too late to wake up, and there was an exclamation in his ear. Weiss fell to the ground, a short sword was inserted in the back, and blood poured out along the sharp blade.
"Hey...I thought how powerful the fugitive named by the lizardfolk hunted down by name. It turned out to be so, and it fell down with a sword."
There was a chuckle in the shadows, and his hoarse, rough voice was unusually harsh, as if sandpaper was grinding metal. A tall and sturdy figure came out, with a face similar to that of a goblin. The large, flat face was dotted with a pair of tiny eyes. The pupils showed a strange milky white, but the body was much larger than the ordinary goblin. Ann was about a foot tall, and the black tight leather jacket was almost split by the developed muscles, and the open chest revealed lush body hair.
Joan moved closer to Weiss, who was on the ground, his eyes fixed on the uninvited guest opposite. The other party’s fierce image and bloodthirsty eyes made the young mage feel a shudder, trying to restrain his inner fear. After watching, Qiao Anning recognized the black man as a "bear goblin", the strongest and most powerful goblin creature. A crazy subspecies. Contrary to its seemingly stout body, bear goblins are very good at sneaking and tracking, and usually play the role of scout in the goblin tribe.
Joan also noticed that the bear-goblin opposite was wearing a refined, tight-fitting, soft leather armor that was impossible to process with his own craftsmanship, an empty sword sheath slanted on the belt, and a barb in his right hand. A mace. It can be seen that this bear goblin is good at using both mace and dagger weapons at the same time, plus that thief's tight-fitting soft armor, Joan immediately guessed that the other party has the "roamer" professional level, I am afraid it is a Experienced killer.
"Little Master, would you dare to bet me?" The bear goblin rogue squinted at Joan arrogantly, moving slowly forward. "Comparing with you, you release the spell first, or my hammer strikes first." Rotten your head?"
Before the words fell, the bear goblin rogue suddenly stepped on the ground, as if a cannonball burst out at Joan.
Joan even knew with his heels that he couldn't complete the preparation for the cast before the bear goblin rogue approached. He drew sideways decisively and drew his dagger from his waist quickly.
The bear goblin whirled and kicked sideways. Joan felt like a blow to his right hand, the pain forced him to spread his hand involuntarily, and the electric blade fell to the ground with a whimper. Joan instinctively wanted to pick up his weapon, a heavy leather boot had already stepped on the electric blade first.
Joan raised his head in a hurry, and was seeing the grinning face of the bear gnomes, the huge body cast a shadow, almost buried him, and shivered.
The bear goblin wanderer was satisfied with the horror in the eyes of the young mage, his mouth wide open, his mouth full of yellow teeth, and he held the mace as an executioner to admire the prey before he died. When he saw the young mage raise his left arm, he seemed to block the falling hammer with a pair of small shields tied to his elbows, and he couldn't help but laugh with his awkward move.
However, after just one second, the bear goblin rogue couldn't laugh.
The seemingly insignificant little shield has a funny face painted on it, making a glaring gesture, a strong flash burst from the human face shield, stinging the unprepared eyes of the bear goblin rogue, milky white The eyeballs were instantly bloodshot and reddened, and tears burst into the eyes.
The sting caused by the strong light temporarily prevented the bear goblin rogue from seeing, staggering back, exposing his tears with his left hand, and wielding the mace in his right hand, trying to stop the invisible enemy from approaching himself.
Joan was not in a hurry to get closer to the bear goblin, leaned over to pick up the electric blade, pointed at the bear goblin with a dagger in the air, and spit out a spell.
"Tinwé!"
The magic contained in the electric blade was awakened, with a blue and white luster, accompanied by a crackling sound, an arc was ejected from the front blade and hit the bear goblin rogue five feet away. The villain's hair stood upright at the moment of the electric shock, screaming, dropping the mace and trembling. Joan was about to take the opportunity to give him a fatal blow, and suddenly there was a gunshot beside him, a flower burst in the chest of the bear goblin rogue, and he collapsed.
Roger hurried over with a shotgun and asked with concern: "Joan, are you okay?"
Joan shook his head: "I'm fine, but Weiss's situation may not be very good. Let's take a look."
The two came to Weiss, and Dick and Tom also ran over, looking anxiously at the short sword on Weiss's back, trying to pull out but afraid to pull it out.
Joan remembered that there was still a bottle of healing potion on his body, and took it out of his backpack, instructing Dick to pull out the short sword on Weiss's back, and while the blood hadn't poured out, he quickly poured half a bottle of potion on the wound. The potion quickly worked, and the wound on Weiss's back no longer bleeds, but he was still in a coma, and his face was black.
Joan picked up the short sword and looked closely, and found that the blade of the sword was faintly green, and there was a slight sour smell, which seemed to quench some kind of toxin.
Joan put down the poisoned dagger and poured the remaining half of the potion into Weiss's throat. The blackness on Weiss's face eased, but he was still unconscious.
"Potion can only relieve the poisonous hair, but it can't cure it." Qiao An told the companions beside him truthfully.
"That bear goblin killer may have an antidote on him!" Roger hurried to the bear goblin and scrambled on him.
The dying bear goblin rolled his eyes hard and squeezed Roger out with a smirk: "Pug will not die in vain... Captain Zalf is coming...you all have to bury Pug..."
"Asshole, less crap!" Roger slapped him in the backhand. "Where is the antidote hidden?"
Bear Goblin did not answer, his fierce smile froze on his face, and he had stopped breathing.
Roger searched the body up and down twice, but still couldn't find the antidote, so he shook his head to Joan, his face full of helplessness.
"It seems that the guy didn't carry the antidote with us. We can only hurry up and rush through the night, hoping that we can still send Wes to the barracks and ask Major Paladin George Vasa to help him detoxify." Dick said with a heavy face.
"There is no other way. Weiss was unconscious and could not ride a horse. He gave it to Gray to take care of it. We are on the road now. It is already dawn. If there are no more accidents on the way, we can catch it at noon today. To..."
Before Joan finished his speech, the most feared accident came.
A wolf howl suddenly came from behind the dense forest, followed by a whine, it seemed that a large group of hungry wolves was quickly approaching the camp.
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