Hunting College

　　 "You feel it too, right."

The old lich laughed in a hoarse voice, his voice wagging like a ghost: "The magic in your body, every moment, every minute, every second, is being swallowed by this world...they are slipping under your feet. Go, as your breath escapes, it will evaporate slowly along every hair on your skin."

"I don't know if this is the effect of the magic circle set up by the clutters of the first university, or whether this world has undergone weird mutations, but I know that in this world, if we use a little magic power, we will lose a little bit. ."

　　 "The dark world is like a hungry oil press, squeezing every bit of magic in our body."

"In addition to eating the same kind of corpses that can barely make up for a trace of loss, we can only work hard to squeeze the limits of the body and search for the subtle magic between every cell and every nerve gap... So you have also seen the consequences of the lack of magic, let us They have all become such ghosts."

　　 "You have to learn to walk on all fours and reduce the pressure of your lower limbs on the ground... because the more pressure you put on the ground, the stronger the suction power of the ground to devour magic power."

　　 "You have to fade every hair on your body, reduce your breathing rate, and reduce the rate at which magic power evaporates."

　　 "You have to learn how to extract the limited magic power from every cell."

"Of course, the lava under the ground and the thick clouds above your head are filled with huge and pure magic power. If you can drink magma and eat thunder as the big monsters, you will not be lack of magic power... But at that time, the other shackles set by the wizards will limit you."

　　 "Why remind me?"

　　 Zheng Qing reduced some of the power of the lighting spell, only maintaining a small dim light. At the same time, while the old lich was talking about it, he quietly took out a few rain charms, patted them on his body, and healed the injuries just caused by the landing.

　　 In the darkness, those demons may have seen the wizard's small movements, but they didn't mean to stop them at all. Only a few scarlet eyes approached him again, greedily watching the dead body under the wizard.

　　 There are also many evil gazes looking at the wizard holding the rune gun.

　　 "Why? Naturally to survive."

The voice of the old lich sounded not far in front of Zheng Qing: "Because you are a lich...I am also a lich. In this cold world, you and I have the same stand, and being clustered together is the best choice. "

"If you want to live, don't waste magic power like you do now... We are not them, we don't have sharp fangs and sharp claws, nor stomachs rough enough to transform magma... Magic and spells are our only weapons. "

　　 In the night, the murmurs of other demons faintly heard, their scarlet eyes flickered, and they wandered between Zheng Qing and the old lich, and there was no lack of malice in their eyes.

　　 Zheng Qing can easily understand the meaning of the old lich's words, two lich is easier to survive in the dark prison than one lich. But he doubted whether this old lich really said so much to himself because of his ‘kind’ or ‘looking for allies’. It must be thinking about other ideas.

　　 "This wolf is yours."

The wizard got up slowly, carrying more than a dozen mushrooms, and slowly backed away, leaving the dead wolf demon under him and the **** corpse under the wolf demon that had been invisible. In situ.

　　 The blood ran down the corners of his robe, ticking down among the gravel, and in a blink of an eye it soaked into the depths of the dry ground, leaving no shadow.

　　 The cold moonlight was like the shadow of a wizard, and as he left, they all retreated.

　　 After the last touch of paleness on the corpse of the wolf demon disappeared, in the darkness, there seemed to be a silent command, dozens of scarlet points swept toward the two corpses, and immediately, there was a rustling sound in the silence.

　　 Although there is no trace of blood coming out.

But Zheng Qing seemed to see through the thick night, the prisoners in the dark prison were rushing on the dead bodies, gnawing every bit of flesh and blood they could grab, licking every drop of blood they could smell, and even contaminated them. The sandy soil of blood was also eaten into the stomach by them, without the slightest waste.

　　 Zheng Qing's eyes flickered slightly, landing on the glowing mushrooms at his feet, and with a move of mind, he removed the magical links that adorned several of the mushrooms.

　　 The state of these tan-like plants, to some extent, confirms the old Lich’s words.

　　 After losing the support of Zheng Qing's magical power, the little mushrooms withered in a blink of an eye, leaving only a few branches, lingering under the lingering moonlight.

　　 Zheng Qing stretched out his hand and picked up a dead mushroom.

Sure enough, there was no magic power in the shriveled mushrooms. Just like the old lich said, this **** world is absorbing the magic power of life all the time, although the absorbing power is very small, and the amount absorbing is very small. , But if it continues, the consequences are very terrible.

　　Because of this characteristic, the sustainability of "Biyue is not Micro" is greatly reduced.

Zheng Qing clearly remembered that after Jiang Yu used this spell, the sunlight spit out by those mushrooms would feed back the little mushrooms, promote their growth, make them stronger, and spit out more sunlight-that is a virtuous circle .

　　 And now.

　　 The mushrooms cannot absorb too much magic power from the underground, and the moonlight they spit can not form an effective backfeed to the mushrooms, causing the cycle to be broken. Once they lose the support of the magical power of the wizard, these light mushrooms will soon wither.

　　 "See it!"

The voice of the old lich suddenly appeared near Zheng Qing again, perhaps because of a full meal, UU reading www.uukanshu.com's scarlet eyes became much calmer: "This world is greedily devoured all the time. The magic power in us...Why don’t you remove the magic power from those lighting spells?"

　　 "I have a lot of magic in me," the wizard replied vaguely, "It doesn't matter to waste a little."

"You don't believe me?" The old lich sneered and shook his head again and again. Two scarlet eyes floated up and down in the night, like two light worms chasing and playing: "Save your magic power. What are the benefits?"

　　 allows you to eat flesh and blood rich in magic power, the wizard replied from the bottom of his heart.

　　 But on the surface, he still maintains enough respect for the old lich: "I'm just a little curious...The black prison is so big, it's impossible to be the only senior, right? Where are the other lichs..."

"Many," the old lich seemed to have known that Zheng Qing would ask this question, and he laughed strangely: "The powerful liches have been invested in Lord Sujiad's command, and the magical witches are also the celebrities around the big monsters... Only a lich like me who is so old and nearly exhausted can..."

　　 "You are not right!"

　　 The monster with the tiger's head suddenly interrupted the conversation between the liches, craned his neck, sniffed, sniffed around, and looked suspiciously at Zheng Qing: "Don't move!"

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