Hunting College

When he set off the next day, Li Meng was still a little depressed.

She still didn't want to deal with those smelly ogres.

"Did you rest well last night?" Zheng Qing looked at the little witch with a gloomy expression, and shook her hand before her eyes: "Hey, follow your sister for a while, don't get distracted... The ogre's stone is very accurate, be careful The head is blooming!"

The little witch gave him a sad look.

"I had a dream last night," she glanced left and right, lowering her throat pretending to be mysterious, and her voice was a little elusive because of its erratic fluctuations: "A very bad, very bad dream. I saw death, crows, and withering. Big tree..."

"You don't have the gift of an eyewitness, right." Zheng Qing interrupted the little witch's babble and confirmed.

Li Meng pretended not to hear the wizard’s questioning, and continued to mutter in that dreamlike tone: "Only stay away, you can avoid death... The crow’s cry is mixed with wind-blown gravel, barren and dry. , Has been in my lungs!"

Zheng Qing didn’t know how the word'dry' was associated with the word'qin', just as he didn't know whether the nerve that classmate Li Meng posted this morning is really simply hating ogres, or some kind of right The resistance of her cousin's will.

The young public servant sighed heavily, and raised his hand to wipe off the spider silk on the shoulder of the little witch.

"First of all, no one will die."

He said with certainty: "After staying for so many days, you should understand that the words before the school scared us. Secondly, I have been to the fantasy dreamland. I can tell you that there are very beautiful things in the dreamland. Scenery, there are also terrible stories, but they are as fragile as soap bubbles. In the end, what really matters is what happens in the real world when we are awake."

As he said, he pulled open the tent curtain, and a chill of the morning rushed toward him, and the two shivered together. Zheng Qing shrank her neck, looked back at the little witch, and added:

"For example, now... are you awake?"

"Thank you, I'm much more sober." The little witch replied stiffly, very polite.

Outside the tent, the fortune teller of the guilt hunting team has burned a small pile of hay in the dirt pit on the edge of the camp, and the blue and white smoke is stirred in the faint morning mist, revealing a twisted activity.

Holding the book, Jiang Yu stood behind Xiao Xiao, carefully observing the shape of the smoke rising in the dirt pit. Her shoulders were wrapped in a large red and black checkered shawl, and her long hair was gathered in the shawl. The early morning sunlight smeared her hair tips and shawl, like a layer of sweet orange jam.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but sniffed.

The witch looked back, nodded to the wizard, and then waved to Li Meng, motioning to stand beside her. Zheng Qing followed casually.

Li Meng took two steps, then suddenly stopped, tilted his head and looked at Zheng Qing: "You don't believe in my dream, but you believe in the pile of grass he burned?"

Is there any comparability between the two?

Zheng Qing resisted the urge to vomit, pondered for a moment, and finally coughed in Jiang Yu's puzzled eyes, and replied vaguely: "A great wizard once said,'The strong will not succumb to fate, but let fate surround him. ', I think this sentence makes sense...We should not succumb to the threats of dreams, but we should not ignore the warnings of fate. At any time, more preparations can't be wrong."

"I am not a strong man, just a weak woman."

The little witch obviously has no confidence in practicing the proverbs of the ‘great wizards’.

"You should call him'Doctor' or'Doctor Xiao Da'." Zheng Qing corrected patiently.

"What is the doctor doing?" Fatty Xin was timid, picking his teeth, squeezing out of the tent, and walking over: "Didn't you say that you are leaving before seven? It's six fifty now."

"The elders have already inquired in advance," Xiao Xiao still squatted on the edge of the dirt pit, while using a slender straw stick to poke the gray embers in the pit, he replied without looking back: "If you get up early and eat Hurry up and you won’t ask such stupid questions."

The fat man simply ignored the dissatisfaction in the doctor's tone.

He squatted on the edge of the dirt pit, looked at the embers with interest, picked up a straw stick, poked in the ashes, and frowned, "Where are the bones? Are you smoke divination?"

"Not exactly." Xiao Xiao finally turned back and looked at the fat man--the pupils in his eyes had completely disappeared, leaving only a trembling white of his eyes:

"This is an ancient way of divination. It stimulates the senses of wizards by burning yarrow, sandalwood, or applying essential oils, and captures some fleeting illusions. It is more accurate than the results of oracle bones or smoke divination. But the requirements for divination skills are higher."

"That is to say, a wizard who masters this method of divination will have no way to enjoy the spa in his entire life, right." Zheng Qing opened a brain hole inexplicably, and subconsciously mourned Dr. Xiao Da.

"What is a spa?" Li Meng kicked Zheng Qing curiously.

Zheng Qing's eyebrows jumped, and he said haha: "Oh, a healing method in Bai Ding's world that is good for physical and mental health... It is completely inferior to the magical potions made by wizards."

Jiang Yu lowered his eyelids and carefully examined the smoke from the burning of yarrow, and did not participate in these boring chats from beginning to end.

"Are there any risks to be observed?" Zheng Qing turned around and decisively turned everyone's attention to the hunting fortuneteller: "You have been watching here for a long time, right?"

"Not for the time being..." Without a word, Xiao Xiao shut up suddenly and stood up.

Several other young wizards followed his gaze.

A flash of blue fire suddenly jumped and appeared in front of several young wizards. The fire dissipated, and a delicate blue bird flapped its wings and sang happily: "Found the ogre tribe, located about 500 meters west of the foothills of the Ayyafalah (?kull) mountain..."

"Ai what?" Zheng Qing looked at the others with a dazed expression~www.wuxiaspot.com~Ayyafala..."

"Eyjafjallajökull..."

Fatty Xin and Xiao Xiao uttered two words at the same time, the pronunciations were very similar, but there was a significant difference in length. The fat man glanced at the doctor, groaned, and gave up the right to explain.

"Don't force me to repeat this word."

Xiao Xiao helped his glasses, and Bai Ren'er's eyes returned to normal at some point, revealing black and white pupils: "...Aya Fara (?kull) was originally the name of an ice cap volcano in Iceland. , Originally meant'island, mountain, glacier', but because the pronunciation of this word is too vague and difficult, many people can't pronounce it, so after the last exploration, I used it here."

As he said, he used the grass branches to outline a few lines and drew a simple map: "You also know that the foothills are polluted by the starry sky and appear unnamed and distorted. If ordinary wizards enter without precautions, they will easily appear. Symptoms such as confusion and difficulty in expression... so it is more appropriate to call it "Ayyafala (?kull①."