Hunting College

The silence of June has deepened the summer heat, especially near the Silent River, where the wind in the forest is small and the water vapor is evaporating, making this sullen suffocation in the forest, making it more irritating.

The troubles do not sleep well at night, and their tempers are very bad.

Buck and Edamame had just made two brief negotiations in front of the bushes, which caused a threatening grunt in the miserable camp. Several of these voices made Buck subconsciously clamp his tail.

"Just stay on your stomach!"

Buck glared fiercely at the gray dog ​​in front of him, and sent a thought: "Dare to move and kill you!"

The puppy looked at Buck innocently, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to meow twice.

The night watcher had quick eyes and quick claws, and he picked up a short wooden stick from the ground and popped it into the greyhound's mouth.

"be quiet!"

It warned again with its eyes.

Edamame finally gave up the plan of meowing twice, lying on the ground neatly. An oil gourd turned over a stack of damp fallen leaves and climbed onto the tail of the edamame. The gray dog ​​swept the corner of his eyes and flicked the tail, which turned the bug into mash.

Buck stared at the bug on the tip of the dog's tail and hesitated for a few seconds.

Although there is almost no meow, but what if?

What if this guy was raised by a certain cat? What if it has strong foreign language ability? What if it just has an uncomfortable voice, and the voice seems relatively thin? The stories that the old warfighters had told Buck around the magma pit came to its mind one by one, but the warfights in those stories were raised by wolves, and what they learned was howling wolves.

Once this kind of speculation appears in my mind, it is difficult to suppress it.

Buck wandered around the clearing for a few times, and finally made up his mind, slipped into a small mud pit on the edge of the clearing, and digging out his front paws, he digs out a piece of charcoal that still emits a dark red luster.

This is its reward for duty tonight.

Buck shook his tail. The forked tail was like a sharp fork. He easily drew up the charcoal and held it in front of the grey dog.

Greyhound's head tilted back subconsciously, as if trying to avoid the burning coal.

Buck breathed a sigh of relief, and then there was a hint of joy in his eyes. Its snacks were kept, and successfully confirmed the identity of the greyhound in front of him.

But before the joy was dissipated, the greyhound blinked at it, opened his mouth, and swallowed the charcoal.

"Meow~!"

It burped comfortably, and spewed sparks from its mouth.

Buck stared blankly at the sparks slowly dissipating in the humid air, the tail hanging in the air was like a reed in the pond after autumn, rustling in the night wind, full of sadness.

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Edamame naturally has no blood of trouble.

As a dog with a trace of the Tindalus Hound blood, Edamame is slightly less fierce and stubborn than the real Tindalus Hound, but far surpassed in terms of intelligence and cleverness.

Although it hasn't been a long time to open his mind, Edamame has learned countless hunting skills, such as tracking, lurking, hunting, and camouflage through the hundreds of clones densely covered in space-time gaps.

Disguise is a profound knowledge.

The real disguise is not to learn what to look like, but to be what you want to be.

For example, if edamame now wants to be a catastrophe, then it must be like a real catastrophe, like flames, hate water vapor, can swallow charcoal fires, and pull out dung fires.

The first two points can be easily achieved, just show closeness to the flame and dislike water vapor. The latter two points are slightly difficult. Just like the charcoal fire that was just swallowed by edamame, it used its natural ability to move the charcoal to the gap between time and space without actually eating it in the stomach.

As for **** fire, Midou does not have to defecate every day, so for a day or two, edamame is still very safe.

The moonlight is getting darker.

The night watcher of the misfortune group is like a stone sculpture, standing blankly behind a bush, staring at the black forest and wandering beyond the sky. Next to the night watcher, although Greyhound had his eyes closed and his tail curled up, his ears were erect.

Not long ago, when it traveled through the gaps of time and space, tracking the traces of the snake masters, it accidentally captured a small picture of the future time and space.

In the picture, a black figure floats in the air, waving his hand, sprinkling a fire, and burning a large forest. In the flames, a group of misfortunes howled happily, jumping up and down at the tip of the flame, crawling respectfully at the feet of the black figure.

The keen sense of smell told it that the black figure was the owner of the snakes he had smelled.

And those misfortunes are a bright clue.

Just follow this clue to trace back, it is not difficult to find your goal.

The Silent Forest is huge, and although Wodou is a rare magical creature, there are many populations. But this can't help but have a dog. Its figure leaped and shuttled in the gap of time and space, and its clones were scattered throughout every group of misfortune camps in the forest.

The one in front of Buck is just one of its many eyes and ears ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but it is the luckiest one.

Because when the moonlight turned from dark to dark and gradually fell down the treetops, two strange sounds suddenly sounded in the forest.

It was the voice of two witches talking.

"These guys in the Silent Forest were born to fight in the dark. They have no training at all... They have not been corrected by the gardener in the school. Seeds that germinate in the humus layer and the cracks in the stone can grow any beautiful flowers. Where are you coming?"

"We want to gather more troops...not beasts."

The first witch has a clear voice and speaks quickly: "You have been on the island for so long, do you know which clans are easier to attract? We are running out of time."

"You, you have been on the island, longer." The second witch's voice was a little hoarse. When I first heard it, I felt that the sound was like a radio that had been broken for a long time and had a bad signal, but I listened a lot. Then, you can perceive some kind of hoarse charm hidden in the hiss, which is fascinating.

Edamame is not a wizard, so naturally he can't hear the husky charm.

But it is a dog, it is easy to catch the familiar breath in the air.

The owner of the snake.

In those two voices.

Gouzi silently opened his mouth, sending a message to the clones scattered in every corner of the Silent Forest. Its pricked ears became more and more stiff, and the eyelids that had been closed opened suddenly, shining with a palpable light green in the gloomy woods.

After hearing the retort from her companion, the first witch was obviously silent.

"I did stay on the island longer than you." Her tone eased a little bit: "But I stayed at school, on campus at that time. One of the few times I left school, the last time I was bad... …Reduced to this point."

"me too."

The second voice replied.