Hunting College

Falling in love with you, Monster Hunter High School

Zheng Qing knew the spell 'carry up the emperor's corpse'.

It is often combined with another short mantra 'Ba Luan Qiang Qiang' to form a 'getting up mantra', which is often used by students to forcibly get up in the morning when they cannot get up.

Although Zheng Qing had not personally experienced it, he had seen Fatty Xin use this spell more than once, and the effect was very good. Even if he slept like a dead pig one second, he would get out of bed under the spell the next second, like a ghost possessed.

But right now, Dylan cast this short spell on a dead ghoul and made it 'get up', which is a bit spooky.

In any normal society, desecrating corpses is a very serious mistake.

Even the corpse of a ghoul.

In the wizarding world, this type of blasphemous magic has a specific term - necromancy. In the eyes of most wizards, necromancy undoubtedly belongs to the category of black magic.

It's a stubborn image that is rooted in the minds of most wizards, as stubborn as cockroaches in sewers and moss in damp corners.

First University is a very decent school.

This is unquestionable and well known.

A second-year student of the First University performed necromantic magic on a dead ghoul in broad daylight and in full view of the public, which shocked Zheng Qing as if the identity of Poseidon was completely exposed.

"Are you crazy?"

The young public fee student jumped up and waved the law book, trying to interrupt Mr. Vampire Werewolf's magic, but after the law book was spread out, he realized that he did not understand necromantic magic.

Xiao Xiao grabbed his sleeve and shook his head slightly.

"This is not necromancy to desecrate corpses."

The fortune-teller who was guilty of sin first appeased the panicked captain, and then briefly explained: "...This is the innate control magic of the high-level undead over the low-level undead... We are lucky, in the face of ghouls. In the game, Dylan happened to be selected."

Mr. Vampire Werewolf made an ok gesture at Zheng Qing, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a pair of beautiful but pale little fangs.

Pure blood vampires belong to the high rank undead, while carrion-eating ghouls are low rank undead, which is common sense. Although half of Dylan's bloodline belongs to werewolf, the other half of vampire's bloodline is extremely noble, so he also masters some innate magic belonging to the blood family.

After listening to the doctor's explanation, the captain who blamed the crime heaved a sigh of relief, feeling a little damp on his back, only to realize that he was in a cold sweat just for a moment.

"Are you shaking just now?" Dylan sniffed sharply and asked suspiciously.

He was waving his fingers, like the conductor who beat the beat in front of the orchestra, waving his arms and fingers slightly, turning the vampire conductor round and round.

"No, it's adrenaline."

The young public fee student immediately denied Mr. Vampire Werewolf's guess, and explained quickly: "Increased adrenaline secretion will lead to an increase in metabolic heat production, and a decrease in secretion will lead to a drop in heart rate and body temperature... This is a scientific explanation, It has nothing to do with magic."

"Is that right?"

Dylan looked back with a dazed expression, and refocused on the vampire corpse in front of him. As time went by, his command rhythm became more and more brisk, and the ghoul's movements gradually became more flexible, and his movements were even more agile than before his death.

"Looks like a good idea, but isn't there a little one end?" The red-faced wizard folded his arms and looked at the ghoul's corpse, pondering.

"Do not worry!"

Mr. Vampire Werewolf winked at his companions, meaning: "So many materials... It's totally fine to entangle hundreds of ghouls... Even if they are stronger than before."

"On the one you command?" Zheng Qing snorted.

Dylan smiled, the law book on his waist automatically floated in front of him, without wind, he turned several pages, and then he pressed one hand on the law book, restrained his smile, and his face was solemn:

"The gods are drunk, and the emperor's corpse is loaded!"

"Gongzhu's report, the bell will send the corpse!"

There was a dull sound of bells and drums in the void, mixed with vague prayers that people could not understand. Zheng Qing felt as if he had come to a temple or a worship site in an instant.

The gray-white curse light poured out from the law book like flowing water, washed and tumbled, and drowned the hill-like ghoul corpse in an instant, and the continuous magic power infiltrated the corpse mountain in the prayers and the sound of bells and drums. , a pair of gray-white eyes opened one after another, and one arm was twisted and stretched out, and the entire corpse pile was like a blooming corrupt lotus, exuding a terrifying breath.

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"dark magic!"

"Necromantic black magic!"

"The crime hunting team used a forbidden technique in front of everyone!"

When Dylan summoned the first ghoul corpse, the puppets in the stands shouted happily, lest the audience could not hear, and almost stuck their noses into the stamens of morning glory: "Did you see it? They summoned A ghoul's corpse... oh? Oh..."

A black-robed wizard hurried through the crowd, squeezed beside the puppet man, and handed over a slender parchment note. The puppet man reluctantly pulled his nose out of the morning glory and glanced at the contents of the note. .

Then it immediately became lethargic.

"Oh, that's it."

It cleared his throat and explained simply in a voice seven octaves lower than before and at a fast pace: "According to relevant policies, the **** of high-level undead over low-level undead belongs to the safety of the "Wizard's Code". Magic...so what we have in front of us is legitimate."

Having said that, it angrily shoved the note into its mouth and chewed it viciously a few times.

"It's legal, UU reading www.uukanshu.com but it's unreasonable!" The puppet man gestured his **** into the sky with a vague tone: "In this bad world, even in dreams, we can't get the justice we deserve. and equality!"

The answer to it was the chaotic noise in the stands.

Hardly anyone listened to the puppet's fragmentary and subjective words, and the young wizards all gathered together in twos and threes, holding up their brass binoculars, and listening to their small circle of 'experts' explain the game.

Of course, not everyone is focused on hunting grounds.

From the beginning of the game to the present, there has always been a strong voice in the stands, enthusiastically and firmly waving the banner with the nine-tailed flower of the Qingqiu family emblem, and shouting the name of 'Su Shijun' in a uniform and uniform manner.

"The tenth batch of prey has been released!"

The puppet man regained his energy, stuffed his nose into the morning glory, and shouted hoarsely: "...We can see that the ghouls of the Guilty Hunting Team have been greeted under the command of the hunter 'gentleman'...must be Admit it, even if it was in a dream, it was a brutal scene..."