Hunting College

The number of ghouls in the tenth round was five hundred and twelve.

This means that there are 1,024 heads in the eleventh round, 2,048 heads in the twelfth round, and the number in the thirteenth round will skyrocket to 4,096 heads.

If, as Xiao Xiao guessed, there are still four rounds left, it means that before the game really ends tonight, the Guilty Hunting Team may face 8,192 ghouls at one time.

That's a hopeless-sounding number.

Zheng Qing has no doubt that the entire No. 1 university, except for the top varsity and academy teams, most of the other hunting teams participating in the trials will not last until the end.

More than 8,110 ghouls, rounding up to the nearest 10,000!

One hundred and ten thousand are completely two concepts.

In the face of a hundred ghouls, the Guilty Hunter may be able to chop vegetables and cut melons with ease, but ten thousand ghouls—not to mention ghouls, even if they are ten thousand pigs, even if they stay in place obediently. Just because the five members of the Guilty Hunting Squad wanted to catch them all, the rest of the time was not enough.

Not to mention that those 'pigs' will run around, bark, arch and bite!

"The fat man should be allowed to play."

Dylan took out a red handkerchief from his breast pocket, wiped the dust on his face, and tried his best to maintain his image as a nobleman under the moon: "Whether it's the Big Blue or the 'that' battle formation, in dealing with such a large-scale miscellaneous As a soldier, the efficiency is very high.”

"Ghouls are not miscellaneous soldiers, and this is the first tryout."

Zhang Jixin immediately rejected Mr. Vampire Werewolf's suggestion with a serious face: "If we are to expose our secret weapon to everyone in the first tryout..."

"If we can't even make it to the end of the first tryout, what's the use of a secret weapon?" Dylan rarely argued with the red-faced wizard.

This rhetorical question immediately made Zhang Jixin speechless, and turned to Zheng Qing.

The captain of the sin hunting team did not participate in the dispute between the hunters. He took the magic potion from the fortune teller's temporary speed match and poured it into his stomach. Because it hasn't softened over time, the potion is very irritating, and the hot liquid rushed down his throat into his stomach, like small bombs that exploded in his stomach.

The surging magic power poured into the limbs and bones - like a noisy wave rolling again in a dry water channel - the young wizard suddenly felt like he was completely familiar after being thrown into the sauna.

"Hurry up and restore your magic power."

He gestured to his companions for the empty bottle in his hand and reminded: "There's not much time... Those guys won't give us enough time to rest."

This reminder is very timely.

Not long after the other hunters of the Guilty Hunting Squad poured the magic potion, the quiet hunting ground boiled again.

It's really 'boiling'.

The ground beneath my feet trembled with high intensity in an incomprehensible pattern—as if a well-coordinated army were marching across a bridge—the loess tumbled like boiling water, splashing into the air with beams of prominence. soil waves.

This time, there was no need for the wizards to cast the Great Wind Charm, and the entire hunting ground had already fallen into a dim yellow color.

Zheng Qing flipped the magazine, pressed in a rune with a 'monitoring spell' painted on it, raised his hand and shot it into the darkness above his head, the magic power of Void China was slightly rippling, and a small eyeball appeared in front of the wizard. He showed the pictures of the entire hunting ground.

"What are those black things?"

Mr. Vampire Werewolf was the first to discover the dark shadow in Huang Chen, with a bit of hesitation in his tone: "...It doesn't look like a ghoul... We have other guests tonight?"

Zheng Qing had a serious expression and moved that eyeball.

Soon, the "black" thing in Dylan's mouth revealed its true colors. It was a piece of broken tombstones, erected messily in the depths of the hunting ground, and as the earthquake trembled, more and more tombstones were slowly rising from the dust. Roughly counted, there are always as many as forty or fifty.

There were pale bones scattered around the tombstone, and the bone fragments were covered with pitted tooth marks; under the tombstone, deep caves were hollowed out, like a groundhog's burrow.

"I think it's because there are a little more than a thousand ghouls, so the school changed the way they enter." Zhang Jixin gave a reasonable guess.

When the number of ghouls was small before, the ghouls could enter through the doorway at the edge of the hunting ground, but when the number of ghouls required to enter exceeds a thousand, with only those two small doorways, I am afraid it will last until the end of the hunting competition. , the prey have not fully entered the field.

After confirming that the shadows were tombstones, Dylan immediately raised his hand and resumed his 'playing'.

"Would you like to try to push your limits?"

Zheng Qing glanced at the ghoul corpses piled up on the edge of the hunting team, and glanced at Dylan, with a bit of regret in his tone: "If you can control a thousand corpses..."

Mr. Vampire Werewolf carefully beat the 'beat', rolled his eyes hard, and interrupted his captain's ravings angrily: "There's no such possibility! Five hundred is my limit, and one more counts as my mutation!"

"You have controlled more than ten more tools before, I can see it very clearly." The captain of the sin hunting team was a little reluctant and reminded in a low voice.

Dylan snorted very hard - listening to that voice, Zheng Qing doubted that he had snorted out his booger - a little bit harder: "...So I almost lost my strength just now! You always have to choose one between long-lasting and short-lived outbreaks. ...if you're confident that I'll kill five hundred other ghouls before I lose my strength, then I can try to control ten more corpses."

"It's diminishing marginal efficiency."

Xiao Xiao looked away from the group of tombstones, returned to the crystal ball in front of him, and explained casually: "This concept is most clearly reflected in **** magic... Under the condition of certain rank and magic power~www. wuxiaspot.com~ The more individuals the wizard controls, the weaker the control over the individuals will be... After a certain limit is exceeded, they cannot control their activities finely, but will lead to a sharp increase in unnecessary internal friction, reducing the effect of the entire corpse group. "

Zheng Qing felt a headache when he heard this.

"I'm just making a suggestion, just a suggestion." The young public fee student immediately raised his hands, briefly surrendered for a second, then opened the law book and looked around: "Is it still the tactics of the previous stage?"

The other main hunter who blamed the crime hesitated for a few seconds.

"Let me and the swordsman go out to clean the perimeter this time."

Zhang Jixin pulled the glove on his hand, with a eager expression on his face, but his tone was extraordinarily sincere: "In the previous confrontations, I found that it was a bit wasteful for all three to stay behind... You and the doctor's auxiliary magic enough."

Zheng Qing pouted and agreed to his request.

He had reason to believe that the red-faced wizard was just greedy for the living sandbags in front of him, and wanted to savor the thrill of punching to the flesh before the hunting game was over.