Hunting High School

The so-called Kuroshio is a natural phenomenon in which the magic creatures in the Silent Forest lost their minds due to hunger in some bad conditions, and then rushed to Beta Town, seeking food and other ways out. Therefore, it is called the black tide by wizards.

Of course, there is another explanation. Every time the black current surges, it will startle the 'wild hunters' lost in the depths of the silent forest. It was a group of wizards who were obsessed with hunting monsters and lost in the darkness. They walked with the fog and accompanied Death, chasing the prey they would never be able to catch, gushing out of the forest like a dark tide.

According to general experience, the Kuroshio usually erupts in February and March every year, and will not exceed April.

It is now the beginning of June, and this year's Kuroshio has already erupted. In theory, there will be no new Kuroshio.

But after hearing the report from his subordinates, Korma didn't have any doubts.

Because the entire Phuket Island, or the entire wizarding world, the most sensitive group to the Kuroshio is the magicians who have lived in the northern part of Beta Town for generations.

The bigwigs of the Wizards Union inspected the Kuroshio, either through alchemy instruments fixed on trees or rocks; or through divination magic such as crystal balls and tarot cards; or through dictation by the parties, and the memory of the undead. They rarely come face to face with foul and dangerous creatures.

As for the magicians in the North District, all their understanding of the Kuroshio is based on life.

Many magicians need to go deep into the silent forest, risking their lives to gather herbs and magic materials in exchange for a meager income to maintain their livelihood. Because of their weak magical abilities and huge risks, every step they took in the silent forest was explored by predecessors with their lives.

Like dragonflies before a storm, they are unusually sensitive to climate change. After catching the wrong prey in the wrong place, they know that the storm is coming-from this point of view, their ability is no better than those Cultivation Base is poor for advanced fortunetellers.

It's just that the fortune-teller is fiddling with the thin thread that hangs the sword of Damocles every time he does a precise divination, so he won't easily waste energy on such trivial matters.

"How long will it be?" Kerma turned her gaze to the bottom of the river again, looking at the group of surging 'tadpoles'. She was asking how long it would take for the new Kuroshio to erupt.

"It could happen at any time." The subordinate replied respectfully. It wasn't completely confirmed, and they couldn't believe that there would be two black tides in one year, so they didn't dare to report to the great sage.

"What about the scale?"

"Big...unprecedented."

"Be specific."

"In addition to Beta Town, First University may also be affected by this black tide."

"Is there no response from the school?"

"……No."

"No reaction is the greatest reaction." Kerma said thoughtfully.

She thought it was because the wizards of the North District were sensitive to danger and discovered the surging black tide, but now it seems that the situation is obviously much worse than she expected.

Under normal circumstances, such a big change in Silent Forest would definitely alarm the school's monitoring circle. According to common sense, no matter how the school plans to deal with this inexplicable 'black tide', it will send a considerable number of hunting teams to investigate the Silent Forest instead of being silent and indifferent as it is now.

No, not indifferent.

Kerma thinks the school's response is more appropriate to use the word "ready for battle".

"The biggest reaction?" The subordinate obviously did not understand the meaning of Korma's words, and was stunned for a moment: "Does it mean that the school already knows that the Kuroshio is coming? Then do we still need to warn the school? What about the defense work in the future?" ?”

"Everything is business as usual. When it is time to warn and prepare for defense, make defense preparations." The witch pulled the cloak on her body, glanced across the water, and looked into the depths of the silent forest:

"We can't pin our hopes on others."

"People in the North District always believe too much in the power of magic, students always believe too much in the power of the school, and those old wizards who are above the students in the North District are too superstitious about the power of fate... When everyone puts If you put hope on others and keep it on yourself, there is nothing left but despair.”

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"The Northside has had enough of despair."

"Since the school plans to hide in the turtle shell, let the whole Phuket Island see the power of the wizards in the North District, and see how much fog and darkness can be dispelled by the wildfire called Hope!"

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The rats sneaked along the deep Silent River for a long time, and finally landed in a secluded inlet.

The 'soap bubbles' that escaped the water burst when they left the water, making a faint 'crack' sound. Thousands of soap bubbles shattered together, like the sound of wood being broken in a raging fire.

The mice were divided into different queues according to the color of the vests on their bodies. They lined up neatly and flocked to a small open space deep in the bay.

In the center of the clearing stood a low archway.

The arches are high and low, with Roman columns on the left and right, olive branches and laurel entangled on the vault, a group of naked, chubby elves with strange smiles on their faces, hidden among the lush branches and leaves.

Red, yellow, and cyan, the three teams seemed to be three thin threads twisted together, one end submerged in the short arch, the other end still immersed in the gurgling silent river.

The Rat Immortal sat on his own wooden chariot, watching all this silently.

Beside it, squatted a wizard shrouded in a black robe, with a hood on his head, only a small pale smooth chin was exposed.

"Are you sure they are reliable?" The wizard looked at the mice wearing vests, his tone full of suspicion: "It's not that I don't believe you, I just think it's a little ridiculous."

"Ridiculous?" The wrinkles on the mouse fairy's face deepened a bit: "You don't think it's ridiculous for wizards to use elves as experimental assistants; don't you think it's ridiculous for alchemists to use corpses to refine living things... Now, how many people are there?" You think it’s absurd for a little mouse to help you draw a rune line? As for reliability, if they’re not reliable, then there’s nothing in this world I can trust.”

"It's not about portraying runes, it's just playing around!" The black-robed wizard reminded, and then complained: "If you didn't suddenly ask to speed up the progress, I could have done better by myself."

"Time doesn't wait for me. No one knows that the fruit is about to ripen suddenly." The mouse fairy's tone was also full of helplessness: "Wandering, that guy is also busy running around now."

"This is not necessarily a bad thing." The black-robed wizard reassured it instead: "We are not ready, neither is the school, and those monsters are naturally not ready... When everyone is not prepared enough, the competition is It was unexpected. And I believe that Ju Zero Three is the biggest accident in the world."