Chapter 495: Night Hunting (Ⅰ)

"It's not quite flat lately. At night, withered monsters break into my ranch and attack the stables. We are going to patrol the ranch." The old man Gordon explained his plan briefly, and then asked the young centaur: "Son of the jungle, it's already so late Why are you still wandering the streets?"
"The tribe's salt is almost finished. Master Zhuoge sent me to the town to buy some salt and bring it back."
The centaur backhanded patted the saddle bags hanging on both sides of his back, bulging, presumably filled with salt.
"Master Davis, the withered monster is our common enemy. Anyway, I am not in a hurry to go back to the tribe, how about going to the ranch to help you deal with those monsters?"
"Don't trouble you, son of the jungle, go back before the light of day, don't drink too much wine, or you will be reprimanded by your patriarch and grandmaster for mistakes."
Old Gordon waved his hand to the Centaur, shaking the reins and urging the horse forward.
Joan followed the old man of Gordon and urged the horse to gallop until he was out of town. He could still see the centaur standing at the mouth of the town through the deformed eyeballs behind his neck, staring thoughtfully at himself and his companions. Back view.
Joan recalled the details of the encounter with the Centaur just now, and the more he thought, the more he felt that something was wrong. He couldn't help but ask Alan: "It's already so late, haven't the salt shops in town been closed yet?"
"It stands to reason that it has been closed for a long time."
"The centaur, where did you buy the salt?"
"Who knows, maybe he bought salt in the afternoon, and then ran to the pub to drink until midnight, brother Joan, do you know? Centaurs love to drink, regardless of sex, it's just a drink. Race!"
"Of course I know, but the Mr. Centaur just had no trace of alcohol on his body." Joan said frowning.
"Brother Joan, don't be suspicious. The Centaur kid is not a bad guy!"
Clark shrugged off Joan's horse and introduced to him the details of the young centaur.
"A group of centaurs live in the jungle outside the town, claiming to be the "iron-hoof tribe". The clan of the iron-hoof tribe hates the blight monsters and always fights at the forefront to resist the blight monsters. Its existence provides a means for the residents of the town to prevent the blight monsters. Intrusive security barrier."
"The residents of Haus Town and the Centaurs outside the town have common enemies on both sides. They have always been in harmony. There are often Centaurs of the Ironhoof tribe who come to the town to purchase salt, sugar, tea or needles and needles. The daily necessities they cannot produce by themselves are not worthy of fuss!"
"Brother Clark, have you been to the Ironhoof camp?" Allen asked.
"I've been there once and had a fight with Centaur Prince Drogo Ironhoof. I heard that the kid is now the patriarch of the Ironhoof tribe." Clark replied with a smile.
"Oh! Have you fought with the Centaur Prince?" Allen came in, "Who won?"
"It's still a question, of course I won!"
Frost Giant raised his head proudly.
"Actually, it can't be considered a fight. The Centaurs will hold a carnival every fall. Besides drinking and having fun, there is a lively show like'wrestling competition'. I met Zhuo Ironhoof in the finals and spent a good time. It took a lot of energy to throw him down. After the game, he invited me to drink, and we are not unfamiliar."
"Mr. Heiner, you can beat the centaur in the wrestling field, which is really not easy." Joan said admirably.
"The guy Drogor Ironhoof is actually far less powerful than me, but he is a centaur! There are four feet on the ground at the same time, which is much more stable than our two-legged walk, it is really difficult Fall him!" Clark recalled.
Joan smiled and tentatively asked Clark: "I'm curious how much strength you have. Can you let me check your physical attributes with spells?"
"Of course it's okay if you want to see it, but brother Joan, it's best not to disclose it to others after reading it, but I am very concerned about privacy." Clark said half-jokingly.
Joan nodded to accept his request, inspiring two "Sid Mana" to perform 2 rings of "Higher Endoscopy", and the magic glory of Dong Youchawei appeared in his eyes.
How much detail "Advanced Endoscopy" can see depends on the resisted will of the person being investigated. If the opponent's resistance is strong, the spell will be rejected, the information seen is very vague, and it may even lead to the failure of the spellcasting. A 2 ring spell slot is in vain, and nothing can be seen!
Conversely, if the investigator's will is not strong enough, or does not exclude the caster's peep, then the data that can be seen is very rich.
For example, at this moment, Clarke knew that Joan was observing himself while casting a spell, but he did not resist. The privacy information including health status, physical attributes and even occupational level were all displayed in Joan's vision without reservation.
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Scouting target: Clark Heiner (Adult Frost Giant)
Health status: good
Extraordinary Class: Frost Giant Barbarian 8/ Frost Fury 3
Attributes: Strength 32, Dexterity 14, Constitution 24, Intelligence 11, Wisdom 16, Charisma 12
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Joan closed "Higher Endoscopy" and couldn't help but secretly slap.
What is the power attribute of up to 32?
It is no exaggeration to say that the level of overwhelming the vast majority of adult dragons!
Clark Heinel is simply an invincible "humanoid siege car".
What surprised Joan was Clark's extraordinary professional level.
How powerful is the level 8 barbarian plus level 3 frost giants' unique high-level professional inheritance "Frost Fury"?
Joan had long seen Clark as an unusual person, but he could not have imagined that this warm and kind big friend was so powerful that he was close to the legendary strong!
If not counting the spell-casting abilities, among all the people he knew, I am afraid that only the fiery giant mercenary captain "Lord of the Black Castle" Bi Leist, comparable to Clark Henil.
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A group of four rode out of the town, and it took another 20 minutes to reach the Davis ranch.
The night was dark, the animals in the ranch had already been locked in the stables, the herdsmen hired by Gordon's old man had also rested, and only an elderly servant was still vigil in the hut near the stables.
Old Gordon rode to the hut under the faint light from the window, dismounted and knocked on the door, entered the room and told the night watchman a few words, and when he came back, there were two more shepherd dogs screaming.
"This is a night watchman's hound. It will come in handy when you search for the withered monster." Old Gordon said to Joan and Clark.
Joan nodded and said nothing.
Allen jumped from the back of his little foal and ran to play with the two big dogs. Of course, the hound recognized his little master, and surrounded him intimately.
Old Gordon sighed helplessly when he saw the boy's playfulness, and whispered to Joan and Clark: "I now think it is a mistake to bring Allen! You better don't expect this monkey boy to help-- If he doesn’t help, it’s worth our thanks to the gods!

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