Hunting College

The good news is that when the number of ghouls exceeds 1,000, perhaps because the number and individual strength of ghouls exceed a certain threshold, the ghouls on the hunting grounds have not become more ghouls than the previous batch of 500 ghouls. Ghosts are stronger.

In other words, their individual strength is limited.

The bad news is that these ghouls are getting smarter.

The young public student thought that those stinky guys would swarm to attack the hunters in a rudimentary formation like before, but soon, he realized that the eleventh batch of ghouls was far more than he imagined. Fine and cunning.

Accompanied by the chirping sounds unique to ghouls, a large group of cave dwellers with tough leather and stray dogs swarmed out of the hole under the tombstone, and under each tombstone there would be twenty or so gray figures. They formed irregular multi-star battle formations on the spot, standing against the yellow dust in the sky, shouting, roaring, and rushing towards the wizards with a frenzy on their faces.

The speed of Dylan's arms waving suddenly accelerated, as if he changed from playing the mountains and flowing water to playing the ambush in an instant.

The five hundred walking corpses turned into a solid dam under his control, which firmly blocked the direction of the ghouls. At the same time, Zhang Jixin and the blue sparrow were like crabs' big claws, piercing through them. Deep in the ghouls, crushing every ghoul they encountered.

Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao guarded Dylan's side, holding up the law book, various auxiliary magics - soft leg spell, chaos spell, restraint spell, extravagant spell, etc. - and lost it as if they didn't want money.

For a time, yellow dust filled the hunting ground, vines flew horizontally, and colorful curse light splashed everywhere. The screams of ghouls and the roars of wizards were intertwined, and they played **** music together.

...

"I'm not so sure."

On the stand, the puppet man was holding a huge morning glory, looking at the battle below with a serious face, and his tone was a little dignified: "But in my opinion, those tombstones are obviously more worthy of the attention of hunters than the ghouls themselves... If the guilty fortuneteller is qualified, you should notice that the ghouls who died in this battle are being 'devoured' by those tombstones!"

"The tombstone has no mouth, how can it be swallowed?" a wizard not far from the puppet asked loudly.

"You are a wizard!"

The puppet man turned to look at the wizard, and said earnestly: "Why should 'devour' be limited to the 'mouth' organ? There are many openings in a person's body, and things go in and out in it, and the mouth has something to do with it. What's the difference...the tombstone is the same..."

It originally just wanted to emphasize that there are many fresh underground holes under the tombstone, which can completely act as the mouth of the tombstone, but in the stands, the young wizards had already been let go of their minds by the previous sentence of the puppet, and burst into laughter.

For a time, the audience was full of joy, so that the puppet man's commentary fell into an embarrassing situation of no one paying attention.

...

It's not that Xiao Xiao didn't notice the disappearing ghoul corpses.

He even noticed this phenomenon earlier than Dylan and warned his companions in time, but what was confusing was that after the tombstone devoured the dead ghouls, there was no change - there was no spit in the burrow. The resurrected ghoul, the tombstone did not bloom with the cursed aura.

"Maybe this is just the school's way of clearing the hunting ground?" Zheng Qing gave his guess, while taking out the rune gun, rewarding the ghoul who broke through the defense line and approached Dylan with an inferior rune bullet.

The light blue rune hit the ghoul's shoulder, and then immediately turned into a mass of octopus-like vines, following its bones and muscles all the way inward, until it penetrated into the body cavity and smashed its heart.

The brave ghoul fell to the ground four or five meters away from the wizard.

Perhaps because the distance was too close, despite the sore eyes of the two wizards, those 'tombstones' did not devour the ghoul in the end, leaving it alone in the dust.

This awareness of 'seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages' made the young public Feisheng more and more worried, and he couldn't help throwing two blue bird talismans, reminding the elders and swordsmen outside to be more vigilant.

"Hey man, they're just a bunch of ghouls with their brains corrupted,"

Zhang Jixin roared, as if an out-of-control artillery shell was bouncing back and forth among the ghouls, and his voice spread far from the hunting ground: "...the ability to form a scattered formation to attack us has reached the limit of their tactical level. It's gone!"

Listen, it doesn't make sense.

But it didn't make people feel reassured, but Zheng Qing was really unhappy with the flood of ghouls madly attacking the weak defense line of the hunting team.

The high-intensity hunt only lasted for less than five minutes, and mental exhaustion surged from the depths of the body again. Zheng Qing felt that the movements of chanting the spell and pulling the talisman had gradually evolved into a machine driven by rational will. Even when more and more ghouls broke through Dylan's line of defense and approached Xiaosancai's front, the wizard did not show much nervousness on his face, he only raised the rune gun mechanically, numb. pull the trigger.

Seven hundred, six hundred, five hundred.

Eighty, forty, twenty.

The yellow dust raised in the hunting ground gradually fell, and the dead ghouls piled up and drowned in the thick dust.

Dylan instructed the corpses to carefully bypass the tombstones and stop at the edge of the hunting ground, before taking a long sigh and sitting on the ground.

Even he can't care about his image at this moment.

Xiao Xiao put away the crystal ball and silently prepared potions for his companions.

"How long is it left?"

Zhang Jixin walked back to his companions with heavy steps~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There was a terrifying aura around him, like an ancient beast, his voice seemed to have a **** aura: "...I smashed those tombstones. A few punches, nothing smashed, there are ghosts."

"It can't be chopped." The blue sparrow added shortly after.

Zheng Qing nodded silently—he had no strength to think wildly, and at the moment he felt like a soldier was coming to block the water and cover up—then he took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.

"There are more than forty minutes left," Young Gongfei raised his eyebrows inwardly, showing his surprise, "The eleventh round took more time than we expected..."

"That is to say, before the end, there can be at most two rounds of attacks."

Dylan breathed a sigh of relief, pinched his fingers and calculated: "If there are two rounds, the twelfth round will be more than 2,000, and the thirteenth round will be more than 4,000... Sigh... I don't know that after the death of Dreamland, in reality, Do we continue to sleep, or are we woken up."

Mr. Vampire Werewolf wisely expressed his pessimism.