Chapter 1050 The Brutal Beast

The giant sword named "Frost Ming" in Arnold Laval's hand was a weapon used by Baron Benedict Laval when he was young.

After Sir Laval was promoted to the commander of the colony, he rarely had the opportunity to go to the front line himself, so he gave this beloved sword to his young brother.

This sword is not only heavy and sharp, but also enchanted with the special effect of "freezing cold". If you are cut by this sword, the flesh and blood near the wound will also be frozen by the cold air.

However, the "mutated snow monster" incarnated by Joan is most afraid of cold attacks.

After injecting the "Awakening Potion", the "Myth Transformation" was upgraded to "Perfect Transformation".

The "mutated snow monster" that Joan turned into at this moment not only has the strong physique that such a giant beast should have, but also obtained all three supernatural abilities of the "mutated snow monster", the first of which is immunity to all cold damage!

The cold magic power emanating from the "Frost Ming" giant sword had no effect on Joan, and the sharp blade could not cut through the pair of sharp claws that had been blessed with the "magic tooth technique".

Spider Arnold pulled out the sword with all his strength, but Joan still held the giant sword firmly with one hand, motionless, and a hint of contempt appeared on his dark and ferocious face.

Facing this gigantic beast towering in front of him like a mountain, Arnold couldn't help feeling a sense of powerlessness that was almost desperate.

"Damn monster!"

The brute force of the "mutated snow monster" was too strong, and the spider Arnold was powerless to resist, so he had to give up grabbing the sword, cursed and moved the eight spider legs, while retreating, and at the same time made a spell-casting gesture, trying to make up for the power gap with spells.

Joan's body has become a "mutated snow monster", but his mind has not degenerated to the level of a "mutated snow monster". It's boring.

Opening the transparent inner eyelids, Joan stared at the spider Arnold and gave him a fierce look!

The moment the eyes of the two sides met, Arnold the spider could vaguely feel that the blue eyes of the giant beast on the opposite side, like a deep ice cave, had sucked his soul into it, and he suddenly felt in a trance.

Spider Arnold hurriedly turned his head to avoid Joan's cold and bewitching eyes, but it was too late.

The cold flow of magical power that invaded his body through his vision made him stiff and numb, the process of casting the spell was forced to be interrupted, and the horrified expression froze on his face, like a frozen ice sculpture.

Seeing that the spider Arnold had been paralyzed by the "Shivering Gaze", Joan chuckled, strode forward, raised his giant palm, slapped him unconscious, picked him up and threw it to Hailar.

Hailar took out a bundle of ropes from the storage bag, tied the spider Arnold firmly, and looked up at Joan from time to time.

"Joan! Is this the mutated snow monster you mentioned earlier?"

"It looks like a white and fat big snowman, so cute and fluffy!"

After Hailaer tied up the spider Arnold, he couldn't wait to rush forward, hugged Joan's leg and groped, groping and admiring.

"Yeah! It feels a bit like velvet, and it feels really good. It's more comfortable than petting the landlady's cat. Why don't you try it yourself?"

Qiao An actually likes petting cats, which is a great pleasure for him to decompress and relax.

However, masturbating a cat is one thing, but being masturbated as a cat by others is not very pleasant.

He bent down, stretched out two fingers, pinched Hailaer lightly, and pulled her away from his lap. He ignored her coquettishness, put her on the ground, turned around, and rushed into the room. battlefield.

Seeing drow warriors fighting with other companions or giant worms along the way, Joan grabbed them in his hands and squeezed them hard. There was a crackling sound of bones breaking in his palms. The mighty dark elves, just like that He was pinched into a bloody mass, completely powerless to resist.

Joan threw away the inhuman corpse in his hand, rushed towards another nearby drow warrior without stopping, and slapped him without waiting for the opponent's reaction. It was as easy as slapping a mosquito, and he was smashed to pieces on the spot!

Qiao An turned into a mutated snow monster and went on a rampage all the way. He slapped a child and killed six drow warriors within two minutes.

The dark elves who witnessed the massacre were all frightened out of their wits by this ferocious white-haired monster that appeared out of nowhere, their fighting spirit collapsed, and they scrambled to escape into the darkness, hiding far away.

Joan didn't chase down the dark elves who were fleeing. After confirming that his side had gained the upper hand, he turned back to Hailar, changed back into a human form, and took out a large syringe.

"Joan, what are you trying to do with such a thick needle?" Hailar asked curiously.

Joan was too lazy to explain, and directly used actions instead of answers - a needle was inserted into the spider Arnold's body, and a tube of plasma was drawn out, which was almost a pint.

The spider Arnold seemed to feel a sting in a coma, his body trembled, and he was about to wake up.

Joan pulled out the needle and slapped a "deep sleep" on his body, making him fall into a coma.

Under Hailaer's dumbfounded gaze, Joan put away the needle tube full of blood samples, and said to her nonchalantly:

"Take some blood and test it. Maybe you can analyze what kind of curse Arnold is in. It's just a routine operation, so don't make a fuss."

"Eh? Is that so? I see."

He said "Understood", but Hailaer was still a little dubious in his heart.

She was more inclined to think that what Joan said was just an excuse. In fact, she was interested in the strangeness of "spider elves", and took advantage of Arnold's transformation into a spider elf to draw his blood as a research sample.

From Arnold's blood sample, Joan thought that there was still a valuable loot that had not yet been retrieved, so he turned around and ran away without explaining to Hailar.

Hailar looked at his busy figure and scratched his head blankly.

Joan followed his memory and ran back to the drow warlock he had killed before.

On the chest of the corpse, the "Secret Imprint" he had personally placed glowed faintly in the night.

Joan quickly searched the corpse and found a pack of spell-casting materials, a delicate hand crossbow, a quiver, and a bottle of potion specially designed to poison arrows - it is said that only dark elves know how to refine this highly poisonous craft , so it is named "drow toxin".

"Drow poison" is not the kind of potent poison that seals the throat when it sees blood, its main effect is to make the poisoned person fall into a coma.

If there is no proper treatment, the poisoned person will die of internal organ failure in a long period of lethargy.

From poisoning to death, there is usually a lethargic period of more than one day, and the specific number of days it can last depends on the physical strength of the poisoner.

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