Chapter 22: Grey monster in the swamp

When Joan returned home, Condy was still waiting for him to have dinner as usual, and the two sat at the dining table, chatting while eating. Conti is mainly saying that Joanne doesn't hate playing the role of an audience.
For the next four days, Joan's life trajectory was as usual. I go to the clinic every morning to help Mr. Kailandil to dispense medicine, and then go to the swamp to collect leeches. At least ten hours a day are spent on this extremely boring job. Fortunately, Joan has a lonely temperament and can stand loneliness. Not bored. In addition to earning a lot of money, this work also helps to train his concentration. Now he is so skilled that he can manipulate the "Mage's Hand" while reading a book, which is not too distracting.
On the first Sunday of February, when the sun was shining, Joan carried his backpack to the edge of the swamp as usual, and skillfully crossed the reeds, planning to go to the "old place" to start a new day's work. However, just as he approached the earth slope, he stumbled as if he was hit by a stick, looking up at the top of the with stun.
The earth where Qiao An normally lives, under that green and tall pine tree, has been occupied by people at this time. To be precise, the guy standing under the pine tree cannot be regarded as a human being. Although he has a human-like body and limbs, the skin is silver-grey like birch bark, nine feet high from head to toe, and the spine is raised up like a A giant with a hunchback, a shoulder-width body, a sturdy body, and a pair of sturdy arms with muscular near-deformed shape, Joan could feel the destructive power under every inch of the skin of the opponent's body from a distance. The volcanoes that may erupt at any time in close proximity exude strong visual impact.
The bowed and hunched gray giant turned slowly, facing the front with Joan, and the shock of Joan's heart increased a bit. This monster's head is closer to reptiles than humans. It has a wide mouth covered with sharp teeth. The flat nose is almost flat on the face. The two sides of the nose bridge are arranged from top to bottom. The six eyes, the upper and lower two groups of eyes are parallel and symmetrical, and the distance between the central two eyes is farther away. All the eyes are golden yellow with a chilling light.
Joan had never seen such a horrible monster. A cold rushed straight from the bottom of his foot, barely maintaining the orientation of the town and moving his foot, trying to stay away from the dangerous monster as soon as possible.
The gray giant blinked six eyes, looked at Joan up and down with a curious look, and then turned to be close to the pine tree, sniffing deeply under the trunk, as if contrasting Joan's breath with the residual under the tree Breath.
After the comparison, the gray giant nodded in satisfaction, turned around and gave Joan a thumbs up, a low and powerful roar in his mouth.
Joan turned and ran away in fright. Behind him, the gray monster still roared, judging from the pronunciation, it seemed to be repeatedly shouting words like "Maat".
This is obviously not a human language, nor is it the elf language or the wood language commonly used by the elves. Joan vaguely heard that this seems to be a commonly used vocabulary of the giant family, but he is far from being proficient in giant language, let alone this Shi was already scared and sweating, but how could he analyze what the gray monster meant.
Joan ran out for twenty yards, unfortunately he made a mistake and stepped on the air, his body quickly sink.
"Oh, step into the quagmire!" Joan groaned inwardly, struggling to pull out his legs, trying to get rid of the shackles.
At this critical juncture, there was ripples in the mud ahead, and a dead wood-like object slowly emerged from the depths of the quagmire, and a pair of long and cold eyes could vaguely look over here.
Joan immediately recognized that it was a crocodile, and his heart was suddenly cold.
The crocodile has found its prey caught in the quagmire, and its wagging tail hastened over, slowly opening its large mouth disproportionately to its body, and its mouth full of teeth reflects the chilling luster under the noonday sun.
Joan watched as the crocodile approached, reluctantly remaining calm in despair, quickly completing preparations for casting spells, and raised his hand to shoot a frozen ray at the crocodile.
call out! The ice-blue magic ray hit the crocodile's throat, freezing its coveted tongue, and there was no other damage worth mentioning.
The crocodile shook his head frightened, his eyes full of vigilance. Hiding in the quagmire for a long time, I gradually realized that the prey that had just ejected the cold light had only such a skill, and it was not enough to pose a threat to myself, so I was tempted again.
At this moment Joan snarled again from behind the gray giant, sounding more angry than before. Without looking back, Joan could use his eyes to see the gray giant standing on the hillside and yelling, seeming unwilling to see the crocodile snatching his prey. After roaring, he suddenly punched the pine tree next to him with a loud bang, and the pine more than ten feet tall was even discounted by his punch.
The gray giant grabbed the pine tree that had broken his waist and carried it in his hand as a stick. He jumped down the soil slope, leaped away and strode towards Joan.
Joan looked at the gray giant who was running, and turned to look at the crocodile that might attack at any time.
At the juncture of despair, the gray giant was approaching behind him, his hands high up against the tree, and he swung down hard.
Joan closed his eyes subconsciously, waiting for the moment of death. However, unexpectedly, the sound of the wind breaking past, a roar came in front, followed by a dying wailing.
Qiao An opened his eyes in surprise and happened to see the gray giant walking past him, throwing away the tree, stretching his knees and arms to the quagmire, dragging a head out of a crocodile that was smashed into the mud.
It wasn't until this moment that Joan realized that the rod of the gray giant was not directed at him, but hit the crocodile lurking in the mud pit opposite.
The gray giant turned to face Joan, his right thumb pointed at his chest, and he shouted proudly: "Maat!" Then he turned his little finger at the dying crocodile, his expression turned to contempt, to disdain Commented on it: "Maug!"
Although Joan doesn't understand the language of giants, it is not difficult to guess that "Mott" means praise and affirmation through the other's attitude and physical movements. "Mog" means the opposite, symbolizing depreciation and denial.
Thinking so, Joan, after a short hesitation, imitated the grey giant's thumbs up and shouted at him with a trembling voice: "Mott!"
The gray giant was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of joy, and his fist thumped his chest and thundered, and he roared: "Mott! Mott!"
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