Hunting College

Demon Hunting High School Chapter 431 The Storm in the Teacup

Accidents in life are like boils on your body, they will always pop up suddenly when you don't expect them, making you upset and irritable, and you just want to goug them out together with the surrounding flesh.

Just like Su Shijun's current mood.

A little earlier, when the school's guardian circle was deployed and the forgiveness hunting team decided to go deep into the forest of silence, the senator of the under-month council was enjoying afternoon tea in his own 'bubble'—

When the afternoon clock struck four, everything stopped for an instant for afternoon tea.

Elegant and lively music flows from the trumpet flowers, and the white bone china tea set is inlaid with exquisite gold and silver. Finger sandwiches and creamy scones brought her back to her carefree girlhood.

Of course, if she had to choose between the past and the present, she preferred to stay at school.

Not like school lab work.

But I like the atmosphere of the school.

There are no boring chats and empty Don Juan, no need to deal with those old guys who are not smiling with a stiff smile, no need to consider whether an unknown incident happened to the invited guests five hundred years ago Vendetta doesn't require you to change a dozen dresses a day and listen to different wizards talking similar nonsense on the same dance floor.

Just have fun being yourself.

This allowed her to have enough energy to study magic, beauty and sleep, and also had enough time to drink afternoon tea, take care of the small garden of the mansion, and even have time to make study plans for Poseidon.

Occasionally bored, but like today, you can participate in the school's winter hunting, reminisce about the not-so-distant campus memories, and enjoy a unique and unique private viewing perspective.

Compared with the turbulent and dangerous real hunting, what is happening now, in Su Shijun's view, is just a "storm in a teacup".

Unlike Mr. Zhu Si, who worked diligently as an instructor for the first time and kept an eye on the hunting team's movements, Su Shijun, who adapted to the life of the parliament early, has been able to master the delicate balance between 'work' and 'life' - of course, the more important thing Yes, she is very confident in the hunting team she is in charge of, and she doesn't think there is any danger in the edge of the Silent Forest that threatens those young wizards.

Even if it is a wild dragon of the rank of great wizard, these young people may have the opportunity to knock it down from the sky. In particular, a certain wizard was carrying a terrifying rune gun.

Thinking of this, the witch curled her lips, put down the teacup in her hand, and glanced outside the 'bubble'. When she sent the Remington out, she didn't expect it to grow to this extent.

Then she saw the ogres standing in front of the Excuse Hunting Squad and Victor's patrol.

Just one glance.

The witch recognized those ogres as prostitutes.

This immediately reminded her of the bad memories of last year's winter hunting—that tortuous rescue experience made her feel bad about the "prosthetic bodies" who sneaked in illegally.

So, this time, the first time she saw those ogres, the witch crushed the jade pendant and smashed down the beautiful little teacup in her hand.

The leading ogre was knocked back and stumbled.

The young wizards who had already been eager to try took this opportunity to rush forward, and without too much effort, they knocked down a few ogres and tied them into rice dumplings.

Then, Su Shijun frowned, and looked back in the direction of the winter hunting ground.

The spiritual sense of a great wizard always surpasses that of ordinary registered wizards.

She was keenly aware of what was going on there.

Therefore, after arranging for the Victor hunting team to clean up the battlefield, the senators of the next month's council led the forgiveness hunting team to rush straight to the hunting ground of the fringe hunting team.

This short, intense, and slightly chaotic battle in the snow was born.

This kind of confusion especially annoyed Su Shijun, as if someone had repeatedly reminded her of the small mistake she made when hunting last winter—

"I thought it was just a turmoil in the teacup... I didn't expect it to be a few cockroaches falling into the teacup."

The senator of the council under the moon has flying black hair, and her tall figure is looming in the thunderstorm of shaman magic. There is a roar in the world, but her clear and angry voice cannot be concealed:

"Yin Qilei, before this one!"

With the help of the principle of mutual conversion of homologous magic, the witch not only easily wiped out the thunder summoned by the ogre, but also cast a powerful thunder spell without wasting much magic power.

Standing on the shoulders of Bofu’s giants, Zheng Qing seemed to be repeating his first experience in Damingfang last year—every strand of air was silently exploding, and the loud thunder didn’t give young Gongfei much time to react. , swiftly and violently descended on this already scorched world, countless electric lights danced in his sight, unscrupulously releasing the purest anger belonging to nature.

Fortunately, Wizard Su's ability to control magic is good.

The cyan and white elves carefully avoided their allies and concentrated their energy on the ogres, especially the largest two-headed ogres.

The hoop-headed ogre headed by it received the most 'care'~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In just an instant, it was already bruised, and before the blood gushed out of the wound, it was scorched by the thunder and lightning that followed. Wisps of blue and white smoke left only mottled, charred residues.

"circleolie!"

The hoop-headed ogre's hoarse and cracking voice echoed in the thunderstorm, and the two heads chanted the same spell at the same time. Accompanied by the shaman's gestures and dances, the milky white light gathered at its feet, like streams flowing upstream , climbing up along its instep and lower legs, constantly repairing the body destroyed by lightning.

Destruction and rebirth, concentrated on the same life at the same time, this scene is extremely rare.

At the same time, the other two-headed ogre also roared out the spells they were good at, or summoned huge earth element puppets to block in front of them, or activated the scorched tree next to them to lure away the thunder, and some people cast amazing magic spells. Agile, he danced the tip of the knife amidst the thunderstorm.

The witch floating in mid-air silently flipped through the spell book, preparing for the next spell.

The hoop-headed ogre raised its head, and the newborn head under its jaw let out a sharp and piercing roar: "...the path you chose made you accepted by the school...the school you are in makes you feel powerful...but these things are ultimately It’s all an illusion! Power that doesn’t belong to you, no matter how gorgeous it is, is just a leaf in the cold wind. It’s hard to avoid the ending of withering and withering!”

"Blood flowed from the chest to the feet!"

"blood ritual!"

"The upside-down starlight guides the ancestors!"

"callotheas!"

"Born in the copulation of blood and flesh and spirit..."

"pound olesh!"