Hunting High School

The silence in June, the heat is getting deeper, especially near the Silent River, the dense forest is windy, and the water vapor is transpiring, which makes the suffocation stagnant in the forest, making people more irritable.

Fudou couldn't sleep well at night, and they had bad tempers.

Buck and Maodou had just negotiated briefly in front of the bushes, which caused threatening grunts in the Fudou camp. Some of the sounds made Buck subconsciously tighten his tail.

"Stay on your stomach and don't move!"

Buck glared fiercely at the gray dog ​​in front of him, and sent a thought: "Dare to move and kill you!"

The puppy looked at Buck innocently, opened its mouth, and seemed to want to meow again.

With sharp eyes and quick paws, the Nighthawk picked up a short wooden stick from the ground and stuffed it into the Greyhound's mouth with a puff.

"Quiet!"

It warned again with its eyes.

Maodou finally gave up the plan of meowing twice, and lay obediently on the ground. An oily Calabash turned over a pile of wet fallen leaves and climbed onto the tail of the edamame. Greyhound glanced out of the corner of his eye, flicked the tail, and pumped the little insect into a pulp.

Buck stared at the worm on the tip of the dog's tail, hesitating for a few seconds.

Although almost no Futo meows, what if?

What if this guy was raised by a cat? What if it has a strong foreign language ability? What if it's just that the throat is uncomfortable and the voice appears thinner? The stories that the old wands told Buck around the magma pit came to its mind one by one, but the woe in those stories was raised by a pack of wolves and learned how to howl.

Once this kind of speculation appeared in the mind, it was difficult to suppress it.

Buck wandered around in the clearing for several times, finally made up his mind, slipped into a small mud pit on the edge of the clearing, planed with his front paws, and in a short while he dug out a piece of charcoal that still exuded a dark red luster.

That's his reward for being on duty tonight.

Buck flicked his tail, the tip of the forked tail was like a sharp fork, easily picked up the piece of charcoal, and held it up in front of the gray dog.

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Greyhound subconsciously tilted his head back, as if he wanted to avoid the burning coal.

Buck breathed a sigh of relief, and then there was a hint of joy in his eyes. It kept its snacks, and successfully confirmed the identity of the greyhound in front of it.

But before the joy dissipated, the Greyhound blinked at it, opened his mouth, and swallowed the coal with a gulp.

"Meow~!"

It burped comfortably, and spit out sparks from its mouth.

Buck stared blankly at the puff of sparks slowly dissipating in the humid air. The tail hanging in mid-air was like a reed in a pond after autumn, rustling in the night wind, full of sadness.

...

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Maodou naturally does not have the blood of Fu Dou.

As a dog with a trace of Tindalosian blood, Maodou is slightly inferior to the real Tindalosian in terms of ferocity and stubbornness, but far surpasses in terms of intelligence and cleverness.

Although it hasn't been long since he opened his mind, Maodou has learned countless hunting skills through the hundreds of clones densely covered in the space-time gap, such as tracking, lurking, hunting, and camouflage.

Disguise is a profound science.

The real camouflage is not to learn what to look like, but to be what you want to be.

For example, Maodou now wants to be a scourge, then it must be like a real scourge, it likes flames, hates water vapor, can swallow charcoal fire, and pull out dung fire.

The first two points can be easily achieved by expressing closeness to flames and disgust to water vapor. The last two points are a little more difficult. Just like the piece of charcoal that Edamame swallowed just now, it used the talent ability to move the piece of charcoal to the space-time gap, without actually eating it.

As for dung and fire, Fudou does not defecate every day, so edamame is still very safe for a day or two.

The moonlight is getting stronger.

The night watchman of the woe group was like a stone sculpture, standing blankly behind a bush, staring at the dark forest and wandering away. Beside the Nighthawk, although Greyhound had his eyes closed and his tail curled up, his ears were pricked up.

Not long ago, when it traveled through the gaps in time and space, tracking the traces of the owners of those snake sloughs, it accidentally captured a small piece of future time and space.

In the picture, a black figure floated in mid-air, waved his hand, sprinkled a piece of fire, and burned a large forest. In the flames, a group of disaster fighters howled happily, jumped up and down on the top of the flames, and crawled respectfully at the feet of that black figure.

His keen sense of smell told it that that black figure was the owner of the snake sloughs he had smelled.

And those fights are a shining clue.

Just follow this thread back, and it's not hard to find own targets.

The Silent Forest is huge. Although Fudou is a rare magical creature, there are quite a few of them. But this can't help the dog who has a clone. Its figure jumps and shuttles in the gaps of time and space, and its clones are all over the camps of every group of wrestlers in the forest.

The one in front of Buck is just one of its many eyes and ears.

But it is the luckiest one.

Because when the moonlight was changing from thick to dark and gradually falling over the treetops, two strange voices suddenly sounded in the forest.

It was the voice of two witches speaking.

"These guys in the silent forest were born to fight in the dark, without any education... They haven't been corrected by the gardener in the school. What kind of beautiful flowers can grow from seeds that take root in the humus layer and the crevices of the stones? Where are you coming?"

"We're going to raise more armies...not beasts."

The voice of the first witch was clear and fast: "You have been on the island for so long, do you know which clans are easier to recruit? We are running out of time."

"You, you have been on the island for a longer time." The second witch's voice was a little hoarse. When I first heard it, I felt that the voice seemed to be a radio that had been broken for a long time and had a poor signal, but I listened to it a lot. It is fascinating to detect a certain husky charm hidden in that hiss.

Maodou is not a wizard, so naturally he can't hear the charm in that hoarse voice.

But it was a dog, and it was easy to catch the familiar smell in the air.

Master of snake sloughs.

In those two voices.

Gouzi opened his mouth soundlessly, sending messages to the clones scattered in every corner of the Silent Forest. Its pricked ears became more straight, and its closed eyelids suddenly opened, revealing a palpitating light green in the dark forest.

After hearing her companion's rebuttal, the first witch was obviously silent for a while.

"It's true that I've been on the island longer than you." Her tone eased a little: "But at that time I stayed in school, on the campus. It was one of the few times I went out of school, and the last time I was in bad luck... ...reduced to this point."

"me too."

The second voice replied.