Hunting College

Compared with the spacious and empty classrooms on the first floor, the space on the second floor is much smaller, and the decoration and space are more divided, which looks like a private club's meeting room.

It's just that there is no waiter or bartender in this reception room.

Some are hideous specimens of various magical creatures scattered in the room, such as the Tangula ice worm, the Welsh green dragon, the Minotaur in armor, the unicorn with saddles, the soles of dwarves, and the giant’s. Eyeballs, whisks tied with centaur mane, crafts made of murloc scales.

Many of the ornaments are still ‘alive’.

Nikita could clearly hear the wailing from the ‘deepness’ of those ornaments. This pain was like a strong spice, enriching the dries up emotions of the Liches.

Sir Ulrich led the guests to the depths of the reception room.

Just like a catfish falling into a lifeless sardine box, the fresh breath brought by strangers attracted the attention of many old liches in the reception room.

They slowly turned their necks, a little red glow appeared in the depths of the dark eye sockets, and there was a clicking sound between the joints, like a rusty machine restarting, and a gear lacking lubricant turning.

Nikita lowered his head, held his breath, followed behind the captain, and walked silently across the tables.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the bowl in the hands of an old lich-it was a pale-colored skull bowl filled with bright red liquid, hot and bubbling, and the old lich’s hands looked like shedding. The skinned chicken feet were skinny and pale with terrible scars.

The banshee swallowed quietly, retracted her gaze, and stared at the captain's heel, not daring to move at all. The rationality of the wizard and the impulse of the monsters are mixed together, creating a group of crazy witches, and the older the witches, the worse the ability to control their emotions. Only by becoming a big lich and using the power of the law to restrain the frenzy can they be Decayed age to maintain reason.

And these ‘elders’ who stayed on the second floor of the Mage Tower all the year round were old liches with high mana, but not strong enough, and still very old. I rarely deal with downstairs.

The young banshee very much doubted whether these crazy old witches on the second floor would chop off her head because she stepped her left foot first when walking.

At the end of the reception room was a dark wall with rows of shriveled heads hanging on the wall. There are husbands’ heads with four antlers; there are the Gorgon sisters with snake hair; there are three heads of Cerberus, three dog heads, each with a big mouth, and the hair is coiled. With a dry viper.

Of course, the most ‘hanging decoration’ is the wizard’s head.

Old wizards, little wizards, wizards, witches, wizards with peaked hats, wizards with totems painted on bald heads, wizards with beards hanging down to the floor, wizards with half human faces and half bear faces, and so on.

In front of the black wall, there is a small altar.

The pedestal of Michelgau is divided into three layers, shaped like a pyramid. The pedestal is decorated in a rough shape, with a few stone pillars, a few sculptures that look like stone tools, and a few dirty cloth belts. On the pedestal is a bronze tripod with three legs and two ears.

There is no cover on the top of the tripod, and there is fire underneath the tripod. The sound of gurgling water comes from the top of the tripod, as if someone is making tea.

"Didn't you always want to know the awe of the Lich's true ancestor?"

"Now you can see."

While speaking, Sir Ulrich bent down and bowed in front of the altar, then took out a piece of dry bacon from his pocket and threw it to the bronze cauldron on the altar. Dingkou was like a monster with an open mouth, swallowing the sacrifice of the old lich in one bite.

There was a gurgling sound from the cauldron, as if the monster burped after eating, and like the sound of the monster's stomach digesting.

"May Zhenzu bless you."

Sir Ulrich folded his hands together and read a word very religiously, then stood up, stepped aside, and looked down the stage.

"May Zhenzu bless!"

"Zhenzu bless!"

The old liches who were sitting in their respective positions drinking'tea' in a daze were forced to stand up, follow Sir Ulrich's sacrifice, and send their blessings.

At the same time, they also took out a little sacrifice from their side and threw them to the bronze cauldron-better, similar to Sir Ulrich, throwing a piece of blackened bacon, and almost throwing a few pieces of tape The bones of shredded pork, and a few overly old liches, even threw bugs to the true ancestor.

Nikita could see very clearly that it was the kind of bug with hard skin and sour flesh!

When she was starving to death in the Sahara Desert, she couldn't eat the kind of bugs!

Sir Ulrich turned around and spread his hands on the captain of the Misty:

"The liches' awe of the true ancestor has reached this age, and it's almost like this."

The old Lich’s tone was somewhat innocent, but his wrinkled old face was filled with a ridiculous smile: "...Many wizards were forced to fall, and they have never been honored to face the power of the true ancestor. So we Sacrifice to Him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He gives us a little psychological comfort...Young Lich needs more psychological comfort, and the sacrifice may be a little richer; the older ones, look away, need less comfort from others... …So the sacrifice is just that little bit."

"A very fair deal. Don't talk about faith, talk about food and drink, everyone is still a good monster."

Captain Mist's gaze fell on that black wall.

"Very beautiful collection." It praised it sincerely: "Especially the head of the little wizard...I can feel the unyielding soul in his skull as soon as I go upstairs, shining like a lighthouse in a storm."

If Sir Ulrich replied profoundly: "The younger the soul, the more vigorous and intense it is. It is as refreshing as a crunchy hard candy. The old soul, because of its decay, is like brown candy, although the flavor is strong, But it's easy to be manipulated, and it makes your teeth sticky."

call!

The entrance door on the second floor was opened again.

A small group of young liches filed in. The head was a banshee with closed eyes, with the ‘work’ mark of the liches printed on the brows, and a large cloak. Following him was a sturdy male demon with his head hidden under his hood. He seemed to be holding a little girl in his arms, with only two legs exposed, shivering outside the cloak.

After the male demon, there are several figures, either tall or thin, or low, or slim. The only thing in common is that they all lower their heads and hide their heads under their hoods, as if they are full of awe in this unknown world.

Along with the breeze through the hall, Nikita faintly heard the banshee ask in a nice voice the old lich with the skull blood bowl at the entrance, who is Sir Ulrich.

As Nikita thought, the old liches were very bad-tempered.

The old lich refused the banshee's inquiry in a grumpy tone.

Then its head was smashed.