Hunting High School

Yellow land, 2009, early June.

Although it is called a withered and yellow land, it is full of greenery and vitality. Palms and cacti are separated by a jagged rock, tulips and larch cling to each other for warmth, there are also yellow hibiscus and erythrina growing in the sand, red willows and camel thorns growing in puddles, and epiphyllum blooms under the bright sun , Hosta smiled towards the sun, Nepenthes and Dermatophthora spit out sweet honey juice to feed passing ants and aphids.

A little white rabbit hugged a pig's trotter, and Shi Shiran passed a group of grazing wolves, his mouth was full of oil stains from gnawing bones. Not far away, its partner, a slender fawn, is giving a nasty lesson to a grizzly bear that has soiled its hooves. Grizzly hugged his head, obediently enjoying the deer's hooves, not daring to say a word.

After Nikita landed with the captain, what he saw was such a nostalgic scene.

Yes, nostalgic scene.

When she was a serious wizard, it was hard to imagine that liches would live in such a fairytale environment. In her imagination, liches should live in a world of ice and snow, with a desert of dead bones under their feet, and a forest of unjust souls and flesh and blood in front of them.

Eight thestrals dragged the large pumpkin cart and galloped across the field, only the sound of the wind and the chime of golden bells came from the grass.

The pumpkin cart finally stopped outside a small white three-story tower.

This is the mage tower of the liches.

On the open space outside the tower, there are many stalls. The stall owners are all liches in the tower, old or young, and most of them wear black robes. The goods sold are not much different from those in the ordinary black wizard workshop. , such as ghost banners, binglings, dominoes, painted skins, bloody playing cards, stained nooses, shriveled heads, dead man's nails, hands of glory, and so on.

Here, the wizard's blood is divided into tanks according to age and sex, and the corpse oil is also made into candles of different colors according to the height of the Cultivation Base. At first glance, except for the slightly gloomy smell on the booth, there is not much blood surging.

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Nikita lowered his eyebrows and followed Captain Misty, walking towards the mage's tower.

There is no shortage of scrutinizing eyes behind her.

Many old liches looked at the banshee's neck with malicious eyes, as if it would be easier to consider where to strike. This oppressive atmosphere made her feel shuddering.

The first floor of the mage tower is wide and empty, and it is a huge classroom.

Floor-to-ceiling windows surrounded the surroundings, each one more than ten meters high, and the huge murals hanging between the windows were said to be made of titanium leather, but Nikita knew that was just a rumor. Actually is not saying that the base of those murals is not human skin, but it is not titanium skin, but spliced ​​out of ordinary wizard skin.

Titan skin is too hard to be kneaded into picture scrolls.

Far away from the door, there is a huge blackboard and a huge podium.

Between the door and the podium, there are row upon row of stepped seats. There are thousands of them, and they are filled to the brim. It seems that young liches from the whole world are gathered here.

An old wizard is sitting behind the podium and in front of the blackboard, teaching the future of these liches.

He is very big, like a titan, even if he just sits cross-legged behind the podium, his back reaches the ceiling, which makes him have to lower his head, and his gray beard hangs down to the ground.

His voice was thick and strong, echoing throughout the classroom:

"...After sleeping in the mud for three years and struggling in the water for three years, the mayflies finally emerged and flew into the sky, but they could only fly for half an hour. That was the most glorious and splendid moment of their lives."

"The first mayflies that appear are immediately picked up by birds, by bats, by any predator that wants their flesh. But because there are so many mayflies, before long, there will be too many mayflies for the birds to kill them. any shock."

"At this time, they will calmly look for the safest and most comfortable place and start to reproduce. They will shed the last layer of skin on their bodies, their originally transparent wings will flash a bright blue color, and their abdomen will be pulled out A slender, beautiful tail...the two most important concepts in this story, 'accumulation' and 'balance'."

"The predators are too powerful for any mayfly to resist; the number of mayflies is too large for any predator to completely wipe them out. But without six years of accumulation, it is difficult for the mayflies to fly into the sky and form the 'mayfly' The crowd', come to protect own safety..."

"The crowd of mayflies is really a good word, hehe."

Captain Misty's deep laughter sounded in the classroom, interrupting the old Lich's lecture, and at the same time shaking the tall French windows around:

"...However, you only told these children that mayflies can win with crowds, but you didn't tell them that after they transform into flying insects, mayflies have no mouth, no stomach, can't eat any food, and can't digest any food. Their brilliant Half an hour, completely relying on the energy they accumulated at the bottom of the river when they were nymphs...the energy is only enough for them to soar in the air for half an hour."

The young liches in the seats wanted to reprimand the impolite guest at first, but soon, under the coercion of the sea monster, everyone lost the ability to speak, and could only hold the dharma books, trying their best to keep the altar clear.

"Quiet!!!"

On the podium, the old wizard slapped the lecture notes in his hands heavily, and heavy sound waves swayed from the podium, hitting Captain Misty's laughter heavily.

The floor-to-ceiling windows finally ended their own mission, and turned into a piece of powder under the confrontation of the two big figures, revealing the dark and empty void outside the window. The murals between the floor-to-ceiling windows are like tree crowns in the wind and rain, swaying left and right, barely supporting them.

Panting for breath, the young liches took advantage of this rare opportunity to turn into clouds of smoke, disappear between the seats, and escape. This is not something they can interfere with.

Nikita had the same thoughts as the young liches, but she couldn't go.

Because the captain was still standing in front of her.

The captain has not yet spoken.

She could only hide under the captain's figure, folded her arms, flinched, and tightly clenched the cloth belt tied around her wrist, scolding herself a hundred times in her heart, why did she keep thinking about getting off the ship.

How safe it is to stay on board!

Until the young liches in the classroom left one after another.

The old lich on the podium slowly raised his head, revealing a wrinkled face. For this action, his figure shrunk a little, but his aura grew thicker and thicker. The whole space seemed to be trembling under the weight of His body, and there was a faint sound like cracking glass in the air:

"Tell me why you came, Mist."

"I just want to help you expand the number of mayflies." Captain Misty showed a rare slickness when there was no one else: "... Isn't it to let more and more wizards fall into the glory of the ancestors? Is it your responsibility, Ulrich!"