Chapter 537 The Valley of Kumaguma

No matter a small hare or a huge dinosaur, as long as the owl bear encounters it, it will definitely attack without hesitation.

Once an attack is launched, owlbears will fight to the death.

Even if you know you can't beat the opponent and risk your life, you must leave as many scratches on the opponent as possible and cause as serious damage as possible.

This kind of ferocious disposition that is not afraid of death has made the owl bear famous, so that those creatures that are stronger or smarter than them will carefully avoid the owl bear, and it is not worth entangled with this kind of lunatic.

Owlbears are withdrawn and gloomy, and rarely live in groups except during the mating season, but "Owlbear Valley" is an exception.

There are no less than a hundred owl bears living here. It is said that there is a "mythical owl bear" who is recognized as the leader of other tribes. A firm dominion was established in the valley.

One day in late November, the silence in the Owl Bear Valley was broken by four outsiders.

From early morning to afternoon, the roar of the owl bear sometimes sounded in the valley, and then turned into a dying cry, until the shadow of death enveloped the valley, making this dangerous place return to silence.

The quiet atmosphere is always broken by new roars after a short time. More owlbears follow the blood and corpses of the clansmen, trying to prevent the intruders from going deep into the valley at all costs—that is, the "mythical owl" The location of the cave where the "bear" lives—advance.

"This group of brainless monsters are obviously not our opponents. Why do they rush to die one after another? Isn't it good to live?"

In the rugged valley, the poet Casio shook his head and sighed while holding the lute, and plucked a string of magical notes.

This "Song of Casio" is the poet's proud work. The same melody falls on the ears of both the enemy and the enemy, and produces completely different effects.

After hearing this, the companions were deeply encouraged, their fighting spirit was high, and their courage doubled.

The enemy listened, but they were only distracted and had difficulty concentrating.

"Mr. Casio, the biggest characteristic of creatures like owl bears is their madness. Unless they can't get up, they will never stop fighting."

Joan stood beside Casio, and while chatting with the poet, stared at the four monsters blocking the valley path in front of him, holding a handful of sand mixed with red, yellow and blue in his hand, ready to cast spells to support his companions at any time.

Not far in front of Joan and Cassio stood the frost giant Clark and the ogre lord Shrek side by side.

These two strong and strong men formed a mobile barrier, tightly blocking the path sandwiched between the two cliffs, forcing the four owl bears on the opposite side to attack only the two of them, but they could not go around them and attack behind them. More vulnerable mages and poets.

The four owl bears are all adult males, more than eight feet tall, and their sturdy bodies are comparable to ogres. When fighting, their two thick hind legs stand upright, freeing up more flexible forelimbs. Huge palms with hooked claws swoop down on prey.

The terrain in the canyon is narrow, and Clark and Shrek have to protect their companions behind them. There is no room to move around. They can only fight close to each other with the sharp claws of the owlbear. Several bloodstains were scratched on their bodies. The rough meat is thick, and a little flesh injury is not a big problem.

boom!

Clark raised his fist and knocked out the owl bear in front of him, and then freed his hands to help Shrek deal with the other three owl bears.

However, just as he turned around, the owlbear who had fallen at his feet woke up from a brief coma, with a pair of bloody eyes that kept turning around, escaping animalism and madness, and suddenly stretched out his arms, dying. He hugged the frost giant's thick thighs tightly, raised his head, and pecked hard at Clark with the sharp and hard eagle beak like an iron hook.

"Oh! Damn!!"

The frost giant was so frightened that his face turned blue, he instinctively shrank and twisted his hips, fearing that he would be pecked by the owl bear

Fortunately, he dodged in time, the eagle's beak brushed across the inner thigh, tearing a bloody wound.

Clark staggered back in pain, dragging the owl bear that was hugging his leg tightly and slid close to the ground.

Owl Xiong lost his shot, feeling unwilling to do so, he swung his head again and aimed at the frost giant.

"Alcar!"

At a critical moment, Joan chanted the spell activation incantation in time, raised his hand and blasted a colorful cone-shaped beam of light to hit the maddened owlbear, causing it to stumble.

The deterrent effect caused by the "Colorful Jet" can only last for a few seconds, but it is enough for Clark.

The Frost Giant, who was strongly frightened, was like an innocent girl who was harassed by hooligans. He kicked and kicked the immobile Owlbear indiscriminately. He didn't calm down until he kicked his head off. That owl bear is despicable and shameless!

At this time, Shrek had already knocked down the other three owlbears with the assistance of Casio, was sweating profusely from exhaustion, and was panting heavily.

Hearing Clark yelling, King Shrek looked back at the frost giant's embarrassment, his fat face couldn't help but burst into a gloating smile.

"Big man, you need a 'chastity belt.'"

"Shut up, fat man!" The frost giant blushed with embarrassment, "If you keep talking, our friendship will come to an end!"

"Mr. Hainier, is the wound okay?" Joan came over and asked.

The frost giant shook his head in embarrassment: "It's just a flesh injury, it's nothing serious."

"Huh? Since it's not a big deal, who was screaming just now? It's like a little girl who found a mouse in the bed."

King Shrek was so happy that he couldn't stop laughing until the frost giant reached out and pinched his fat chin angrily.

After so many days of walking together, Joan has become accustomed to Shrek and Clark, the pair of bad friends who tease and sarcasm each other. He shook his head helplessly, and turned to ask the poet: "Mr. Casio, if there are any remaining spell slots, how about Help Mr. Hainier heal before the wound gets worse."

"No problem at all."

Casio walked up to the frost giant, stretched out his hand to touch his leg, a soft glow of magic power poured into the wound along his fingertips, and the wound pecked by the owl bear soon stopped bleeding and healed.

Joan watched Casio cast a spell to heal Clark, and couldn't help feeling envious.

The extraordinary profession "Bard" can also cast arcane spells. Although the spellcasting ability is not as good as that of "Mage" and "Warlock", poets have a unique advantage, that is, they can comprehend healing spells!

As we all know, "healing wounds and diseases" is the specialty of divine arts, but it is difficult for arcane arts to achieve the same effect. Bards are an exception-they can cast healing spells in the form of arcane arts.

Although the healing ability of poets is far inferior to professional divine spellcasters such as "priest" and "druid", it is at least much stronger than "mage" and "warlock".

From this point of view, a poet is actually a "one-size-fits-all" profession--knows a little about everything, but is not proficient in any of them.