Hunting College

"It's really troublesome."

Sir Ulrich, the lich mentor, withdrew his attention from the sky above the inner castle, looking at the tall figures under the outer castle yelling'Bo Fu's' to charge, he couldn't help frowning: "This is just the beginning of the fight, the school wizard We started the second-tier battlefield... Our children may have some difficulty coping with it."

In the old-school wizards—including demons—the big war is a long and cruel catastrophe. It often takes several months for both sides to enter the battlefield, to temptation, to battle, fierce battle, decisive battle, and to the end. Even for several years. Sometimes the rise of high-ranking wizards on both sides of the battle will also drag the timeline, extending the battlefield to a range of decades or even hundreds of years before and after the moment of engagement.

Therefore, in Sir Ulrich’s view, this war that broke out in the world of Hell, from Leviathan breaking through to the four legendary beings leaving the battlefield, is a prelude to the complete outbreak of the war. In a tentative attack.

　　 But right now, the tentative attack has not completely ended, and the wizards guarding the castle have already launched a second-tier battlefield, pushing the intensity of the war to an intense level, which inevitably makes it feel uncomfortable. The fastest mobile terminal of x33 novel update: https:/

boom!

　　 A figure fell from a high altitude and slammed heavily on the altar at the feet of Sir Ulrich, smashing a lot of bones that built the altar, splashing magma.

　　 "Howl!!"

　　 The figure rolled on the ground, rolled over and got up. The five tails behind him looked like a long whip, thundering in the air.

　　 It seems that he heard Sir Ulrich’s complaint. The figure that fell from the sky turned his head, revealing a furry face that looked like a tiger and leopard, and a beeping electric light flashed on a corner of his forehead.

　　 It looked at the Lich Master, opened its mouth, and its voice was like golden stones, sonorous and cold:

　　 "Old man, cheer up!"

"Many wizards on the opposite side are guys who have participated in the war to open up the new world. They are not like old-school wizards. They do nothing. They can't make a fart. If they can, they will definitely hope to end this one day. war!"

　　 "If you have any other players, use it all!"

Sir Ulrich lowered his eyes and looked at the maddening red under the altar. After a long while, he replied in a low voice: "You should continue to deal with the scorpion with Dororo... the next thing. Someone behind will arrange it."

　　 Scarlet flicked his tail violently, roared at the old lich, jumped, and rushed to the battlefield not far away again. There, in the dim light of smoke and ground fire, a Scorpio raised its two claws and a long tail; a multi-headed strange bird roared hoarsely, opened its mouth full of fangs, and dripped pieces like heavy acid rain. Salivation.

　　 Sir retracted his gaze, and continued to gloomily look at the tall mimetic giants opposite.

The monster warriors, the undead army, and the Leviathan-driven monsters, in front of the giants, are like swarms of insects. The attack caused no hindrance.

Even the original sturdy Hell formula circle has become precarious. Many of the Sauron’s Pillars in the circle have been broken by giants, and many of the Sauron’s Eyes have been captured and turned into giants. The spoils, pressed by them in the center of the forehead, were driven by magic, shooting everywhere.

　　 A thin figure, like fallen leaves, fell silently beside Sir Ulrich.

　　 is another great lich on the battlefield, a prisoner of the black prison, Sujiade.

　　 "Can't let them arrogantly go down."

Sujiade clicked his mandible, and in the hollow eye sockets, two deep red lights were particularly eye-catching: "The undead in the black prison are very limited... The bones are broken and can be re-bonded with magic power, but the soul fire is extinguished. It is difficult to find suitable substitutes."

　　 "We also need to start the next step."

　　 Sir Ulrich was silent.

It already knows that in the original black prison, the most precious thing is the existence full of magic — whether magma, stone, or dead body — so, the world of the black prison is not like other other worlds that the undead has attacked. It is buried under the ground for countless years. The accumulated amount of undead resources.

The dead prisoners will quickly be eaten by other prisoners; their bones, if their magic power is exhausted, will be polished into weapons or magic tools, if there is a little magic power, they will be eaten by the starving prisoners who are suffering from the lack of magic power. Suck carefully until it is chewed into bone meal and swallowed into the stomach without a single bit of waste.

"Really... some are too fast." Sir Ulrich is not a rigid person. After confirming that the frontal battlefield is at a disadvantage, he did not hesitate for too long, but he sighed and opened the pair again. arm:

　　 "Drought is a torture, like a burn!"

　　 "Bo Xi 朅qie xi, hold on to the forerunner."

　　 "The **** is drunk, and the corpse is picked up!"

　　 "Zhao Yunbi peach insects, fight to fly the bird!"

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The low and deep spell sounds are the ballads of the ancient wizards in the towers, babble and weird. The wizards sound as if a slender wire is scratching the glass, sharp and piercing, but the demons and the undead sound like a lullaby of a mother in front of a crib. , Wan turn to listen, make them intoxicated.

The wind rolled up the magma, strands and strands, like blood vessels, hanging on the bodies of the undead; the remnants of the dead monsters, like moths to the fire, fell on the hot blood vessels, wrapping them, one after another, In the end, large oval-shaped eggs were wrapped. The hot magma and flesh and blood on the egg shells overlapped each other, forming a dazzling complex magic pattern.

　　 A little farther away, the worms rushing to the Facade like a tide, they receded like a tide. But they did not go far, but not far from the wizard, they began to swallow each other.

　　 Originally closely cooperating like a swarm of precision instruments, they fight against each other without any mercy. They have broken limbs and horns, like black snowflakes in the sky, and the gnawing sound of rustling, which shocks even the most audacious wizards.

　　 Within a short time, the allied monsters gave birth to hundreds of red and black giant eggs in the forward position. The red giant egg is a dry worm built by the undead with flesh and blood, and the black giant egg is an emperor worm produced by worms and monsters using the method of raising gu.

　　 The wizards did not sit back and watch Sir Ulrich’s natural disaster magic.

　　 But countless undead and worms are not afraid of death, swarming up, keeping the giants' footsteps from the giant egg hatching place. The dead undead and worms, under the magical call of Sir Ulrich, turned into streamers and fell back to the giant eggs, urging them to mature faster.