Mage Joan

"The cow I raised was named "Caesar". When weighing the last time, he weighed just 33,000 pounds." Dalia said lightly.

Joan was dumbfounded.

The weight of ordinary adult petrochemical cattle is only about 4,000 pounds, and Caesar's weight is more than eight times that of the former. Has Nima evolved to the ultimate state? I'm sorry to say that there is only "a little difference"!

"Caesar's temper is very irritable, and frankly, except for my owner, it will never obey others."

"Even if I force Caesar to obey your orders, it's useless. As soon as I walk away, this guy will definitely attack you with red eyes!"

"So say, if you want to take Caesar away, you have to surrender it yourself."

"Caesar only respects creatures that are stronger than it. As long as you can beat this barbarian cow, it will obey you."

Dalia's smile is still **** and charming, but Joan can see the true character of the witch from this beautiful face.

The petrochemical cow that has evolved to the final stage, the combat power is probably not under the Xinghai squid. Wanting to surrender this fierce barbarian cow on the training ground with limited space is definitely a difficult challenge. If you don’t pay attention, you may lose your life. .

"Which method can be used?" Joan asked Dalia.

"You can only play one-on-one." Dalia smiled slightly, adding: "In addition, you can't use spells like "Charming Monsters" to control Caesar. This kind of speculative means is not really considered by Caesar. The strength of it cannot truly convince it."

"We are spellcasters, you can't let us fight brute force against a barbarian? These conditions are too excessive, it is just forcing us to commit suicide!" Medea protested angrily.

Joan meditated for a while and said to Dalia: "I'm here to accept Caesar's challenge. Now you can summon Caesar."

"Little Master, are you sure?"

Dalia crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Joan with a smile, her **** red lips evoking a provocative arc.

"Joan! Don't be impulsive!" Medea persuaded eagerly.

"It's okay, I know." Joan answered calmly.

"Not bad, the little mage is very courageous, as long as you can stand in front of Caesar for five minutes, this challenge will be considered as if you have won." Dalia nodded and smiled, her eyes showing praise.

She rolled up her sleeves and gently turned the "legendary beast bracelet" made of red, white and blue vanilla on her wrist.

The bracelet sparkled a red glow, projected in the center of the fighting field, a huge figure, slowly emerged from the spotlight, the gradient is clear.

This monster looks like a huge bull, with a shoulder height of more than 12 feet, a length of 16 feet, a pair of sharp horns on the top of the head, covered with blue and purple transparent scales, standing there like an iron fortress.

This petrochemical cow, which has evolved to the final stage and was named "Caesar" by Dalia, gave out an impatient roar as soon as he appeared, and his nostrils gave out grayish green poisonous smoke. His temper, looking around, seemed desperate to find a prey to charge.

Joan stared at the majestic bull, and quietly turned on "Higher Endoscopy" to check its details.

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Scouting target: Evolutionary petrified cow (super large magic beast)

Attributes: Strength 31, Dexterity 10, Constitution 27, Intelligence 4, Wisdom 14, Charisma 15

Supernatural ability: Petrochemical spit

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Caesar's strength and physique data are commensurate with its large and sturdy body. Its intelligence level is slightly higher than that of ordinary bulls, but it is far from being smart.

To deal with this kind of monster with muscles in his head, even if the magic spell is disabled, Joan can come up with a countermeasure and knock it down without risk, and there are more than one or two ways.

For example, using the 4 ring "transformation", turned into a small gadfly, and flew to Caesar's neck.

The barbarian has no flexible limbs, and its tail is not long enough to reach the small insects on its neck.

In the following time, as long as Joan fired "debilitating rays" against Caesar, until his power attribute was reduced to single digits, there was no need to do anything at all, and this behemoth would be crushed by his weight of more than 30,000 pounds .

In a way like this, Joan can come up with a little bit of his brain.

The problem is that these methods are all speculative. Even if they can knock down Caesar, they may not really be able to subdue this bull who worships power instead of wisdom.

If Caesar cannot be convinced orally and refuses to cooperate with Joan and Medea's research, it will inevitably cause a lot of trouble.

Thinking so, Joanne put aside those outsmarting strategies and decided to surrender Caesar in a head-to-head battle with pure power.

"Brother Joan, if you fly over the fighting field to cast a spell against a bull, you won't be pushed by it."

Ruby was very enthusiastic about helping Joanne make plans, but Jessica shook her head and sneered.

"Ruby, you are such a fool, a bad idea! This is the astral world, and the bull will also adjust the direction of gravity and fly in the sky!"

"Uh... Ruby, I actually forgot about it, and it was really not very smart."

"Miss Ruby" sticked her tongue out embarrassedly, and dared not confuse her idea anymore.

The witch police who were training all around, heard the roar of the barbarian cows, and gathered around to watch the bustle.

Joan walked to the side of the field and watched Caesar's eyes as they watched people curious and worried.

The barbarian cow seemed to perceive the hostility from the eyes of the young mage. The scarlet bull's eyes were widened, and the hoof was shaved in place, and he threatened him with a threatening roar.

Joan did not flinch, cast spells with a blank expression, successively photographed "Mythical Mage Armor", "Mythical Shield", "Flash" and "Acceleration" on his body, followed by "Enhanced Wrestling Ability" "Magic Teeth" and "Stone Fist", finally blessed with "Mythical Transfiguration".

After preparing for the casting, Joan lifted his robe, pulled a portable needle tube from the belt sandwich, and injected the refrigerated "mutated snow monster" plasma stored in the needle tube into the wrist vein.

A trace of coolness flowed from the wrist to the whole body. Joan took a deep breath and activated the "Mythical Transfiguration Technique". In a flash, he turned into a mutated snow monster with a length of more than 18 feet and a weight of more than 30,000 pounds from a handsome young man!

Under the mutated snow monster form, Joan's three physical attributes, as in the literal sense, have undergone a "reborn" change.

The strength attribute is 33, which is two points higher than the bull.

Physique attribute 26, only a little lower than the barbarian.

The most important thing is the agility attribute. Counting the 6-point enhancement bonus provided by the "Higher Gorgeous Belt", Joan has agility attributes of 19 in the mutant snow monster form, which is almost twice that of the bull!

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