Hunting College

The old murloc who took Linguo and led the murloc tribe at the bottom of the lake out of the water was Professor Garcia.

As a teacher of the First University, Professor Garcia is more familiar with the communication logic of the wizarding world and more thoughtful than those close and exclusive relatives at the bottom of the lake. Therefore, after the school guarding the circle showed its deeds above the Murloc reservation. , It hurried back to the bottom of the lake immediately, lest the accident was caused by some radical murlocs who had lost their minds at the bottom of the lake.

It turned out to be a mixed blessing.

The good news is that the murloc tribe at the bottom of the lake is also in chaos, including tribal elders, priests, and young murloc leaders. No one knows what happened, except that a green vine suddenly grew out of the lake, and then the surface of the lake was like open. Noisy like a pot.

At least the trouble was not caused by the fish people on the reservation, which made Professor Garcia breathe a sigh of relief.

But as the saying goes, fortunes and disasters depend on each other. The fish people don't know the origin of the ivy, which not only reassures Professor Garcia, but also makes it worry.

How magnificent the world of magic is, how dangerous it is.

No one knows where the ivy came from, or whether the monsters on the ivy sneaked into the tribe at the same time. Therefore, after ventilating with Professor Garcia, the elder of the murloc tribe immediately ordered the selection of strong and agile murloc guards to look around to ensure the safety of the lake bottom. At the same time, all the priests were summoned, and they took the totems that have been enshrined by the murloc tribe to the place where the green vines were born.

The bottom of the lake is slippery and the water is icy. After a long time not coming to the bottom of the lake for activities, Professor Garcia stepped on the smooth pebbles and kept slipping, which caused other fish people to look at him frequently, making the old fish man's face quite uncontrollable.

It tugged at the robe that had become extremely heavy after being wet, and murmured: "This wizard's robe is really not suitable for moving in water."

"You have lived on the shore for too long, it is inevitable that you will ignore this little detail." The elder of the Murloc tribe, who was covered in snow and almost lost its scales, patted Professor Garcia's dorsal fin comfortably, and took a few breaths, low. The voice said: "But it is our murloc instinct to be active in the water. You can find the feeling again after walking a few steps."

These words made Professor Garcia feel more comfortable.

Although Linzhong Lake is big, the murloc tribe has settled here for many years. Under the leadership of the murlocs who are familiar with the water conditions, a group of people quickly came to the place where the green vines sprouted.

It is different from what Professor Garcia imagined.

The green vine did not grow from the mud and sand at the bottom of the lake, but directly grew from the cold and dark water in the middle of the lake.

When there is no light in the water, the green vines emerge dimly from the shadow of the intersection of light and darkness, winding upwards like a phantom. And the higher the light, the brighter the light, and the illusory figure of Qingteng became more and more condensed, until the water surface appeared, and the green vine completely turned into reality and appeared on the surface of Linzhong Lake.

Professor Garcia tried to tap the ivy with his staff in the water.

The head of the stick was wrapped in a white light, which brought up a string of blisters and rippling water waves, and then easily swept across the green vines. The other murloc elders also used their own means, but they could only see the lake water flowing between their fingers and the green vines undulating with the current. A group of old murlocs finally confirmed that the vine in the water was not a physical entity, but a shadow between the real and the virtual.

"This is not a situation that we can handle." The elder of the Murloc tribe looked at the vine shadow swaying with the water with a heavy face, and a few bubbles overflowed from the two long beards at the corners of his mouth: "Magic involving space and dimensions. , The great wizard of the school must be asked to do it... Can you invite Professor Yao?"

The last sentence, it is to Professor Garcia.

Professor Garcia recognized the grand elder's judgment very much, but he did not have much confidence in whether Professor Yao - or any great wizard could be invited to take action.

In normal times, this is not difficult, but as far as Garcia knows, many high-level wizards of the First University, including Professor Yao, are not in school at the moment.

"I can try." It could not refuse the commission of the tribe. It could only be vague, raised its head, and took a deep look at the ivy swaying slightly with the current: "...I hope it has been like this until the school handles it. be quiet."

Before the words fell, the water flowed in the distance.

The old fish people looked back one after another.

After a while, Iseni, the most prestigious murloc of the younger generation, slid in front of the elders with a wave of water, carrying a thick bone stick in his hand.

"There is a monster in the lake," the young murloc said in a panic, completely different from its usual arrogance: "It does not belong to Linzhong Lake, and may not even belong to Silent River! I have never seen such a monster! "

"What kind of monster?" A murloc priest waved a bubble and landed on Iseni's head.

The blisters shattered, and a little bit of starlight was scattered, soothing the young murloc's desperate mood.

"It looks like a sheep," UU read www.uukanshu. com Iseni was too ashamed. He danced and gestured, describing to the elders: "With two horns, the whole body is dark, half is burning, and the other half is normal...it seems to have grown many legs...the flames look like Like Kraken’s tentacles!"

"Where's its eyes?" Professor Garcia chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly asked.

The young murloc froze for a moment before murmured and replied: "The eyes...the eyes should be black. The bottom of the water is too dark, we can't see clearly... Several of the partners were scorched by the fire on the black sheep. I immediately lost consciousness..."

Professor Garcia leaned on a staff in one hand, just like the elders of other tribes. But with the other hand in his pocket, the index finger and the **** quietly crossed—this is a way of praying and blessing unique to wizards. The old murlocs hope that the tribe can receive the common blessing of the ancestors and wizards.

"Let's go and take a look." It looked back at the tribal elder.

The snow-white old murloc shook the staff in his hand, the carp wood carving hung on the head of the staff leaped restlessly, and the silver ring on the mouth of the fish banged wildly, making a dull sound.

"We don't need to go there," it took a few breaths, and then turned to look in the direction Iseini was swimming in: "It's already here."

Professor Garcia glanced at the empty lake, hesitating whether the grand elder was dizzy.

But the next moment, it opened its eyes wide in horror--beside the empty green vines a few seconds ago, I don’t know when a black sheep appeared. Just as Isoni described before, it was half normal and half burning. body.

The dark red flames burned quietly in the lake, and there was a thick shadow over the flames, jumping along with the burning flames, like illusory tentacles.

After just a few more glances, the tribal totem that was originally carried by the priests clicked and made an ominous shattering sound.