Hunting High School

The black cat got out of the thick curtain, landed lightly on the floor, stretched its body comfortably, and yawned big, showing its mouth full of fangs.

Perhaps those fangs threatened another fat cat in the room. The fat cat that was clustered at the end of Xin Fatty's bed suddenly pricked up one ear, and the slight purring sound from its throat stopped for a few seconds.

But soon, the fat cat's pricked ears drooped again, and the purring continued. Because its dull thinking in sleep has judged that there is no real threat in the room.

From the beginning to the end, the black cat didn't pay attention to the reaction of another 'similar' in the dormitory.

After jumping off the bed, he strolled to the desk, skillfully opened the drawer, picked out the jade talisman he had prepared yesterday, hung it around his neck, and then took a last look at the 403 dormitory at six o'clock in the morning—Dylan's coffin It is still empty, and it is estimated that it will take another half an hour to finish the evening class and come back to sleep; Xiao Xiao sleeps very quietly, more like a dead person than Dylan; Xin Fatty lives up to his fat body, sleeps like a pig, snoring The earth-shattering sound echoed with the fat cat at the end of his bed, which fit perfectly.

And the group of little elves he raised hung outside his curtain in threes and fives, with a light green light shining all over his body with slight breathing.

Zheng Qing felt that his elves were getting more and more accustomed to the routine of wizards.

On Saturday morning, the campus was as clean as ever.

The black cat walked briskly over the wet grass, dewy bushes, and blooming flowers, and soon strolled to the shore of Linzhong Lake. There was a shortcut near the shore of the lake, which would allow him to reach the edge of Beta town as quickly as possible.

The morning air is very fresh, but the view is not very good. A thin mist streamed over the lake, obscuring the distant view. The white pagoda on the small island in the middle of the lake still stands there quietly, like a bitter cultivator facing the wall. As far as the eye could see, the black cat could not see a wizard. Even the big red birds and white buffaloes that roamed the lake on weekdays were gone.

Of course, the disappearance of those animals may also be related to several uninvited guests on the distant shore.

Because next to the simple dock on the side of Linzhong Lake, a few low-level murlocs were half-floating on the water surface, and under the cover of morning fog, they were polishing their stone tools on a large bluestone out of the water.

The method to judge them as low-level murlocs is very simple: if the distance is relatively short, then the murlocs with smellier bodies, dirty and dull scales, and no ornaments on their fins are low-level murlocs; From far away, you can also observe the tools used by murlocs. Those who use stone tools must belong to low-level murlocs.

Unlike the wizarding world, the murloc tribe still retained many ancient institutional arrangements, and the tribe's class division was very serious. The powerful murloc Elders with Magic power, because they control the right to deal with the school, have a bit of face on the school side, so their daily food and clothing expenses are no different from ordinary wizards.

But the lower-level murlocs, especially those with mutilated bodies and weak powers, usually don't even have metal weapons for hunting. If Zheng Qing hadn't specially investigated the current situation of the murloc tribe, it would be hard for Zheng Qing to believe that in the highly developed world of wizards in the 21st century, some civilizations still use stone tools for hunting.

"Just relying on those Paleolithic things, you still want to splash around in the school? What do those murloc Elders think?" The black cat pondered this idea in his mind, but he didn't stop on his feet, and slid through a canopy lightly. The barrier formed by golden leaf privet.

When leaving the lake, the black cat turned its head and took a last look at the busy corner of the murlocs.

Through the soft mist, he vaguely saw several figures in white robes appearing beside the murlocs, and then a murloc dived into the bottom of the lake with a 'plop' sound, splashing a few water splashes into the air.

"What are the people from Alpha going to do?" With this doubt, the black cat shook its head and disappeared into the low hole in the corner. He vaguely felt that those figures in white robes looked familiar.

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But it doesn't matter.

No matter what those white robes were up to, it had nothing to do with him.

The most important thing for him today is to participate in Korma's magic ceremony in a proper manner, then leave the Silent Forest safely, and finally return to the dormitory intact.

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"What are you looking at?"

Andrew Taylor noticed that his companion was a bit distracted, tugged at his sleeve, and reminded in a low voice: "Concentrate, and don't lose your mind when dealing with you later... Although these beasts are stupid, they are very sensitive. If you let them They feel that you have underestimated them and will not let it go."

He came to Zhonghu Lake today for two things, one is to convey some instructions from His Excellency Soprano to the lake, and the other is to find the fishman Iseni, and we will attend the private hunting ground of Cheung Kei Club later. A small hunting party held in.

In any case, Iseni is still a member of the "Ouroboros Hunting Team", especially in this sensitive time period, inviting Iseni can better highlight Alpha Academy's support for the murloc tribe.

After hearing what the captain said, Julian withdrew his own gaze, with some hesitation in his eyes. This dark-haired, thin-eyed young wizard is a disbelief with a heart of faith, in other words, he has a high level of spirituality.

"I seemed to see a black cat on the opposite bank just now?" Julian looked around anxiously, lowering his voice a little: "Of course, it just passed by... maybe it wasn't a cat, but a big squirrel. I might I read it wrong."

Regardless of whether it is the East or the West, in most cases, black cats are the embodiment of bad luck.

It is very bad luck to see a black cat when you go out to do errands.

After hearing Julian's words, the other members of the Ouroboros Hunting Team turned their attention to Amber. He is the fortune teller of the Hunting Team and has the most say on this matter.

"As always." The gray-haired fortune teller student in a yellow robe was silent for a few seconds, and replied softly, "The sky is getting darker and lower... There is no wind or waves."

The thin Omega couldn't help shivering.

"Which one of you has a spare talisman?" The son of the restaurant owner pinched his nose and muttered, "Why do these guys smell so bad? Iseni is clean."

"I never use that kind of low-level stuff." Andrew raised his hand and shook the egg Shiraishi ring on his left hand in a showy manner. The milky white magical radiance gushed out of the stone like a clear spring, covering the chunky wizard's whole body , cleaning any polluted breath that tried to get close to him.