Chapter 537: Owl Bear Valley

Whether it is a small hare or a huge dinosaur, as long as it is encountered by the owl bear, it will definitely initiate the attack without hesitation.
Once the attack is launched, the owl will fight until the dead.
Even if you know that you can't beat the opponent and save your life, you must leave as many scratches on your opponent as possible, causing as much damage as possible.
This wild nature of fearlessness and death makes the owls famous, so that those creatures that are stronger or smarter than them will carefully avoid the owls and are not worth entangled with this madman.
Owl bears are lonely and gloomy, except for the mating season, they rarely live in groups, but the "Owl Bear Valley" is an exception.
The total number of owls living here is no less than 100. It is said that there is a local "mythical owl" who is recognized as a leader by other tribes. With far stronger strength, smarter brain and more irritable temper than other owls, Firm rule was established in the valley.
On a day in late November, the silence in the Owl Bear Valley was broken by four outsiders.
From early morning to late afternoon, the owl's roar rang from time to time in the valley, and then turned into a dying wailing, until the shadow of death enveloped the valley, and this sinister land returned to silence.
The silent atmosphere is always destroyed by a new roar after a while, and more owls bear following the blood and corpses of the clan, trying to prevent the intruder from going deep into the valley at all costs-that is, "Mythical Owl" The cave where the "bear" lives is advancing.
"This group of dead-headed monsters is obviously not our opponent. Why should we go forward and die to die, is it not alive?"
In the rugged valley, the poet Casio shook his head holding the lute, and plucked a string of magic notes.
This "Song of Casio" is a triumphant work of the poet. The same melody falls in the ears of both the enemy and the enemy, and the effect is completely different.
The companion listened and was deeply encouraged, with high morale and courage.
When the enemy heard it, he was only upset and had difficulty concentrating.
"Mr. Casio, the biggest characteristic of creatures like owls is madness, and unless they can't fight them, they will never stop fighting."
Joan stood beside Casio, chatting with the poet while staring at the four-headed monster that blocked the trail in the valley. He held a handful of sand mixed with red, yellow and blue in his hand, ready to support his companion at any time.
Joan and Casio are not far in front, standing side by side with Frost Giant Clark and Ogre Lord Shrek.
The two strong and strong men constituted a moving barrier, and the path between the two cliffs was blocked tightly, forcing the four owl bears to attack only the two of them, but they could not bypass them and attack behind them. More vulnerable mages and poets.
The four owl bears are all adult males, with a height of more than eight feet, and their sturdy body is comparable to ogres. Two thick hind legs stand upright during battle, freeing up more flexible forelimbs. Hooked claws slap their heads and cover their faces to hunt their prey.
The terrain in the canyon was narrow, and Clark and Shrek had to protect the companions behind them. There was no room to flicker at all. They could only fight melee with the claws of the owl. Several bloodstains were caught on the body. The rough meat is thick, and a little skin wound is not a big deal.
boom!
Clark took a punch and knocked the owl bears across from him, then freed his hands to help Shrek deal with the other three owl bears.
However, he had just turned around, and the owl bear that fell at his feet awakened from his short coma. A pair of bone-turned eyes escaped from animal nature and madness. His arms suddenly protruded and died. Embracing the thick thighs of the Frost Giant deadly, he raised his head and took a sharp, hard hawk's beak like an iron hook, pecking hard at Clark's crotch!
"Oh! Damn it!!"
The Frost Giant was so scared that his face was blue, and he instinctively shrank and twisted his hips, lest he might be pecked at the "root of life" by the owl bear.
Fortunately, he dodged in time, and the eagle's beak rubbed on the inside of the thigh, tearing a wound.
Clark stumbled back with pain, and dragged the owl, who was holding his leg tightly, and slid against the ground.
The owl fell into the air and was unwilling, swinging his head again, aiming at the Frost Giant's crotch and pecked it down.
"Alcar!"
At a critical juncture, Joan sang the spell to activate the spell in time, raised his hand to blast a colorful cone-shaped beam, and grabbed the mad owl before Clark's "life root" was pecked. .
The deterrent effect caused by "Colorful Jet" can only last for a few seconds, but this is enough for Clark.
The frost giant who was frightened was like a pure young girl harassed by a rogue. He kicked the owl that was unable to move arbitrarily until he kicked his head. It calmed down, covering the root of the thigh that was still bleeding, cursing with fear. The owl bear is mean and nasty, so shameless!
At this time, Shrek had knocked down the other three owls with the help of Casio, sweating and sweating, gasping for breath.
Hearing Clark yelling, King Shrek looked back at Frost Giant's embarrassment, and his fat face couldn't help but let out a gloating smile.
"Bulk, you need a'Chastity Belt'."
"Fat fat man shut up!" Frost Giant's blushing old face, "You're wordy, our friendship is coming to an end!"
"Mr. Henil, does the wound matter?" Joanne came over and asked.
Frost Giant shook his head awkwardly: "It's just a flesh wound, it's no big deal."
"Oh? Since it's no big deal, who was screaming just now? It looks like a little girl who finds that she got into the nest under a mouse."
Shrek couldn't help but shut his mouth, and until Frost Giant reached out angrily to pinch his fat chin, he was forced to stop laughing.
After so many days of companionship, Joan has become accustomed to the mode of getting ridiculed by Shrek and Clark, and they shook their heads helplessly and turned to ask the poet: "Mr. Casio, if there are remaining spell slots, just Help Mr. Heiner to treat it so as not to worsen the wound."
"Of course, no problem."
Casio walked up to Frost Giant and reached out to touch his leg. A soft magical light was injected into the wound along the fingertip. The wound pecked by the owl quickly stopped bleeding and healed.
Joan watched Casio cast a spell to heal Clark and couldn't help but feel envious.
"The Bard" is an extraordinary profession that can also cast arcane spells. Although its ability to cast spells is not as good as "mages" and "warlocks", poets have a unique advantage in being able to comprehend healing spells!
As we all know, "healing and healing" is the special skill of magic, but arcane is difficult to achieve the same effect, and poets are an exception-they can cast healing spells in arcane way.
Although the poet's healing ability is far less than that of professional magic spellcasters like "priest" and "druid", it is at least much stronger than "magic" and "warlock".
From this perspective, the poet is actually a "million oil" profession-a little understanding, but no one is proficient.
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