Hunting College

The sky is very clean.

The few clouds also gathered together under the spells of the wizard on duty of the Astronomical Supervisor, turning into a sheep and a rabbit later, or pinching out the logos of their shops according to the level of investment of certain businesses and hanging them in an endless horizon. The blue sky drifted slowly.

On the hunting ground, dozens of official hunting teams’ flags were hunting in the breeze, and the flags of the four colleges and the first university fluttered higher in the wind.

The wide field in the center of the hunting ground belongs to the hunting team and the monsters, but now this area is covered by heavy gray and white fog, and the hunting team can not be seen, nor the monsters, not even the staff.

There was only a tumbling mist, condensing various forms of strange beasts, wandering and fighting among them.

The stands around the hunting ground belong to the students of the First University and the spectators outside the school.

Row upon row of wooden seats, the back of the seats are clinging to small rattans. On the rattans, the classic song "Go to the Hunting Ground" is coming from the blooming horns. The singer is a famous singer in the wizarding world. The Bailing Witch, it is said that she is the first wizard to live to master the soul sound of Mangshan, so her songs are always immersive and endless.

It's just that the singer encountered an unexpected situation in his concert in Kolkata some time ago and was in physical illness, so he didn't visit the scene in person today. He just mailed a bag of petunia seeds containing many classic hunting songs to the school hunting club organizing committee.

I have to admit that the singing from the trumpet flower really seems to touch the soul and make people intoxicated.

But the young public-funded student did not forget his purpose, so he tried to block the moving music in his ears, forcibly cheered up, and looked at the silent figures on the podium.

Compared with the seats of ordinary spectators around, the seats on the podium are a little more prominent and much higher. The huge red curtain wrapped the entire rostrum, and the fine silver and gold interlaced talisman urns on the curtain shone brightly, emitting a colorful halo.

Under the sun, Zheng Qing almost felt that he saw a burst of strong energy flowing slowly between that tent.

Energy has always been a factor in determining identity, no exception at any time.

People with great magical powers and energy will naturally get a high position; and a higher position and a wider field of vision will naturally be more convenient when grabbing energy-the two have always been complementary.

For the wizarding world, the first university is an obvious core of strength.

Therefore, her "Academy Cup" hunting party will naturally attract many wizards of different identities to come to observe and give blessings.

This is respect for this world.

Under the red curtain, there are five rows of black tables and chairs, increasing from bottom to top.

There are only three high-back chairs in the first row, and the corresponding name plates clearly mark the owners of these chairs: the president of the first university, the speaker of the wizard council, and the speaker of the next month council.

It's just that these three chairs are empty now, and none of the big guys play.

The chairs in the second row are shorter, but there are a lot more.

From the center line to the left, it belongs to the two vice presidents of the first university, four deans, several seniors from the working committee of the school, and several honorary deans; the center line to the right is the guests of the first university: including Yue The upper members of the Lower Parliament, members of the Wizarding Council, representatives of the main institutions of the Wizarding Alliance, and other civilized ambassadors to the Wizarding Alliance.

There are already several figures in this row. The legendary first beauty in the wizarding world, Su Shijun, should also be sitting in this row, but the young public-sponsored student scanned it several times, and even Lao Yao’s pipe was changed twice, but he never saw the legend. In the end, the figure can only give up angrily.

However, during the scan, Zheng Qing distinguished that one of the guests on the right side of the center line should be the ambassador of the Dobby to the Wizarding Alliance-after all, it has more arms and is easy to judge.

Although I am very interested in these strange-looking aliens, the ancient shackles in the blood still give full play to the requirements of ‘regardless of evil’. Zheng Qing only glanced at the obscure aliens who were shrouded in the wide robe a few times, then tried to move his eyes away and continued to look up.

There are more chairs in the third row and the next two rows, but they are still divided by the center line. On the left belong to the associate deans of the four colleges of the First University, as well as senior professors and old school workers; on the right are the guests invited by the school, including the parents and heads of many famous wizard families, some distinguished guests from different civilizations, and even It also includes the captains of several famous hunting teams.

Zheng Qing heard the school witches screaming in the stands on more than one occasion, calling out the names of star hunters.

Even Zhang Jixin, who was a little out of line, had his tongue out and discussed with Fatty Xin about the possibility of climbing up the rostrum to ask for the hunter's signature.

"Just for your drunk appearance, I am afraid that you will be sent to the school hospital to lie down for half a month after you just met those red tents." Zheng Qing warned the two drunks and emphasized: "Just With my superficial common sense of talismanic studies, I have seen more than 30 shocking rune combinations on that tent... Although there is no life-threatening encounter, there will be no less mental suffering."

"More than thirty?" Xiao Xiao muttered while biting his brush next to him: "I only saw eleven..."

The corners of Zheng Qing’s mouth were slightly raised, and his face tried to show an indifferent expression. He continued to warn with a happy voice: "Especially you...Elder Zhang...You are the main hunter of our hunting team. If you enter the hospital, To be on the safe side, we will definitely replace someone else in this position... Fatty is good for example."

Hearing this, Fatty Xin beamed his eyebrows and immediately shook his chest with his fist~www.wuxiaspot.com~ no problem! "He howled: "The district leader hunter, the red face deserves it, and I can also be... Don't you want the signature of the Venus team captain?" Go, I'll look at the seat for you! "

The next sentence he said to Zhang Jixin.

Zhang Jixin slapped the fat man's head with a slap.

"So anxious to drive me to the rostrum... Do you think I died and inherit the name of my master hunter?! Tell you, it's impossible! I'm a ghost and I won't make you wish!"

"According to Article 129 of the 1857 "Witch Alliance Hunting Team Management Regulations (Third Revised Edition, any ghost creatures are prohibited from serving as hunting team hunters-except for the ghost race."

Next to Dr. Xiao Da, he opened his notebook silently, handed it to Zhang Jixin, and reminded him: "So you must remember that if you die, you must not become a ghost...being an earthbound spirit is fine."

The red-faced wizard sniffed and squinted for a long time, and finally fell into Fatty Xin's arms, snoring like thunder.