Hunting College

The Yellow Land, 2009, early June.

Although it is called the Land of Withered Yellow, it is full of green and vitality. The palm and the cactus are separated by a rugged rock. Tulips and larch are nestled together for warmth. There are also hibiscus and erythrina that grow in the sand, tamarisk and camel thorns that grow in puddles, and the night flowers bloom in the sun. , The hosta smiled towards the sun, and the pitcher grass and felt moss spit out sweet honey juice to feed the passing ants and aphids.

A little white rabbit hugs the pig's knuckles, Shi Shiran passes by a group of wild wolves eating grass, his mouth is full of oil stains left after chewing on bones. Not far away, its partner, a slender deer, was teaching a grizzly bear that was dirtying its hoofs. The grizzly bears his head, obediently enjoying the deer's hooves, and dare not say anything.

After Nikita followed the captain to land, what he saw was such a nostalgic scene.

Yes, a nostalgic scene.

When she was a serious wizard, it was hard to imagine that liches would live in such an environment full of fairy tales. In her imagination, the liches should live in an ice and snow, with a desert of dry bones under their feet, and a forest of souls and flesh and blood in front of them.

Eight night qis dragged the wide pumpkin cart and galloped past the field. Only the sound of the wind and the sound of golden bells from the grass could be heard in their ears.

The pumpkin cart eventually stopped outside a three-story white tower.

This is the mage tower for the liches.

In the open space outside the tower, there are many stalls staggered. The stall owners are all liches in the tower, old or young, mostly wearing black robes, and the goods sold are not much different from those in ordinary black wizard workshops. , Such as ghost flags, binlings, dominoes, painted skin, **** cards, stained nooses, shrunken heads, dead nails, glorious hands, etc.

Here, the wizard's blood is divided into cans according to age and gender, and the body oil is also made into candles of different colors according to the level of repair. At first glance, except for the slightly gloomy atmosphere on the booth, there is not much blood surging.

Nikita lowered his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes, followed behind Captain Mist, and walked towards the Mage Tower.

There is no lack of scrutinizing eyes behind her.

Many old liches looked at the banshee's neck with malicious eyes, as if it would be easier to consider where to start. This depressive atmosphere made her shudder.

The first floor of the Mage Tower is wide and empty, and is a huge classroom.

Surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, each one is more than ten meters high, and the huge murals hanging between the windows are said to be made of giant skin, but Nikita knew that was just a rumor. It's not that the base of the murals is not human skin, it's just that they are not giant skins, but are made of ordinary wizard skins.

Giant skin is too hard to be kneaded into a picture scroll.

Far away from the door, there is a huge blackboard and a huge podium.

Between the door and the podium, there were a row of stepped seats, thousands of seats, full of seats, and it seemed that the young liches of the whole world had gathered here.

An old wizard sitting behind the podium and in front of the blackboard was teaching the future of these witches.

He was huge, like a giant, even if he was sitting cross-legged behind the podium, his back was propped up to the ceiling, which made him have to lower his head, and his gray beard fell to the ground.

His voice was strong and echoed throughout the classroom:

"...Sleeping in the mud for three years, struggling in the water for three years, the mayflies can finally emerge and fly into the sky, but they can only fly for half an hour. That is the most brilliant and brilliant moment of their lives."

"The first mayfly will be captured by birds, by bats, and by any predators who covet their flesh and blood. But because there are too many mayflies, soon there will be too many mayfly flocks that birds can't cause them. Any impact."

"At this time, they will calmly look for the safest and most comfortable place, and start to multiply. They will lose the last layer of skin on their bodies, their transparent wings will flash with a bright, blue color, and their abdomen will be pulled out. A slender, beautiful tail wire... the two most important concepts in this story,'accumulation' and'balance'."

"Predators are too powerful, and no mayfly can resist; there are too many mayflies, and no predator can completely eliminate them. But without six years of accumulation, it will be difficult for them to fly to the sky and form a mayfly. The crowd', to protect your own safety..."

"Mayfly crowd, really a good word, hehe."

The deep laughter of Captain Mist sounded in the classroom, interrupting the old Lich’s teaching, and at the same time shaking the tall French windows around him:

"...However, you only told these children that the mayfly can win by the crowd, but you did not tell them that after the mayfly has metamorphosed into a flying insect, it has no mouth, no stomach, no food, and no food. They are brilliant. For half an hour, relying solely on the energy accumulated by them foraging at the bottom of the river during the larval stage...the energy is only enough for them to soar in the air for half an hour~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The young liches in their seats still want to scold This disrespectful guest, but soon, everyone lost their ability to speak out under the coercion of the sea monster, only holding the book of the law, trying their best to keep the spiritual platform clear and bright.

"be quiet!!!"

On the podium, the old wizard patted the handout in his hand again, and a heavy sound wave swayed from the podium, hitting the captain of the mist's laughter heavily.

The floor-to-ceiling windows finally ended their mission and turned into a powder under the confrontation between the two big men, revealing the black and empty void outside the window. The murals between the French windows resemble the crowns of trees in the wind and rain, shaking left and right, barely supporting.

The young liches gasped, taking this rare opportunity to turn into a cloud of smoke, disappearing between the seats, and fleeing. This is not an event that they can intervene.

Nikita had the same thoughts as the young liches, but she couldn't leave.

Because the captain is still standing in front of her.

The captain has not spoken yet.

She could only hide under the captain's figure, holding her arms, shrinking, and firmly tightening the cloth strap tied to her wrist, scolding herself a hundred times, why she kept thinking about getting off the ship.

How safe to stay on board!

Until the young liches in the classroom left.

The old lich on the podium slowly raised his head, revealing a wrinkled face. For this action, his figure shrank slightly, but the aura on his body became heavier. The entire space seemed to tremble under the weight of his body, and the air faintly heard a crisp sound like a glass crack:

"Say what you are here, Misty."

"I just want to help you expand the number of mayfly groups," Captain Mist showed a rare slick when there were no others: "...Let more and more wizards throw into the glory of the true ancestor, isn't it? Is your responsibility? Ulrich!"