Hunting High School

At that moment, time seemed to have come to a standstill.

The smashed skull of the old lich, the bone bowl that fell on the floor, the bright red liquid floating in the air, the wizard with a bright smile after raising his hood, the glowing spell book, the rumbling thunder, and the last Importantly, Sir Ulrich and Captain Mist turned their heads together and cast their gazes at the entrance of the house.

The gazes of the two big monsters were as heavy as four Mount Tais, making the whole room fall into dead silence in an instant.

The attackers who appeared suddenly, like little bugs trapped in Amber, struggled slowly under the viscous breath of the big monsters. Everything around them lost their color at this moment, only black and white remained. Nikita felt as if he was watching a slow-moving pantomime, everything was silent, and there was a bit of absurdity in the funny.

It's like dreaming.

No, dreaming wouldn't be so bad.

The young banshee couldn't have imagined that in the withered and yellow land, the largest gathering place of liches would be suddenly attacked by wizards.

Of course, she wasn't the only one feeling bad about the situation.

The hunting team that broke into the second floor of the mage tower also found that something was a little unexpected.

Ding!

A peanut-sized silver bean slipped from the witch's palm and landed on the soft carpet, but it made a crisp sound like being smashed into a glass bowl. Accompanied by this crisp sound, a dazzling silver halo flashed across, breaking the control Realm of the two big monsters.

The wizards regained their mobility.

Black and white fade away, and the lost colors return to their respective owners.

The picture in the room suddenly came alive.

"Damn it!"

The sturdy wizard tore off his cloak, threw it on the ground together with the two calves in his arms, and roared at the same time: "How could the old fog ghost be in the territory of the liches! It's not that Ulrich is the only one today!" Old stuff?"

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The two calves quickly retracted into the cloak. A striking but inconspicuous little pouf protruded from the soft carpet, trembling under the wizard's roar.

After roaring, the wizard took a deep breath, and his figure suddenly swelled up.

Originally, the wizard was 1.89 meters tall, with a strong body. After growing a circle again, his height jumped to nearly three meters. The wide robe was stretched tightly by the bulging muscles, as if it had become a small vest , and even the hair on his body was much thicker. Standing at the head of the hunting team, a fierce aura swept the entire hall, like a wild beast breaking out from the prehistoric.

The gazes of the two demons were immediately attracted by the wizard.

With the explosion of the wizard, the teammates who followed him also tore off their cloaks one after another.

There was a young man in a small black straight hunting suit with a Japanese-style sword; there was a sturdy dwarf in heavy leather armor holding an alchemy device that looked like a cannon in his arms; , but her eyes are closed from beginning to end, her body is suspended in mid-air, and her feet are not touching the ground.

"Hey, I said I was tricked by that guy surnamed Chu, and you still don't believe me." The dwarf holding the cannon spat heavily on the gorgeous carpet, and began to shake the handle on the cannon: "...he Do you dare to believe your plan?! I also drank too much barley wine, so I believed your evil!"

Both the young man in the safari suit and the witch with loose sleeves remained silent. It's just that the man slowly put his hand on the handle of the knife, while the witch opened the spell book in her arms.

"Yin Qilei!"

She gave a soft drink, and the Dharma book burst into thousands of lights, but in an instant, she heard the thunder sound like beans popping, submerging the entire hall in a thunderstorm of lightning.

It is people sitting at home, and thunder coming from the sky. The old liches who were sitting on the second floor, drinking a little wine and taking a nap, were slow to react. One after another, they were blinded by the sudden thunderstorm. His face was burnt black and his head was dizzy.

There was also the quick-response old lich, whose wine glass had been replaced with a staff.

"Secret Sword Juhe!"

The young swordsman let out a soft shout, and drew the long knife half an inch out of its sheath in his hand. The bright light of the knife shone across the room, and the next moment, the light of the knife had returned to the sheath. It's just that an old lich opposite him had just raised the bone staff, and the bone staff and its head had been evenly cut into dozens of parts.

Da da da da da da!

The machine gun in the dwarf's hand roared wildly, accompanied by the dwarf's vulgar curses, pushing the atmosphere of the entire hall to a climax.

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Nikita stood behind the instructor and the captain, cautiously stuck out half of his head, and looked at the reckless hunting team.

It can be seen that it is a hunting team with tacit cooperation and excellent equipment. It is very likely that they are also famous in the New World. The only shortcoming is that they are too young. The strong wizard who was young enough to lead the team was only at the level of a top registered wizard when he was in full swing.

The banshee wondered if this hunting team came to touch Ci'er.

But it doesn't make sense for Pangcier to hit the bottom of the car.

It is true that these old liches on the second floor are just a group of registered wizards who have suffered from mental torture and their combat power has declined. In addition, as the saying goes, the old liches are afraid of being young. The combat power can't be played by half. Those young top registered wizards may be able to take advantage of fighting these old liches.

But that's all.

Because today's second floor is not just those old liches.

There are also two great monsters, the captain of the Mist and Sir Ulrich.

Running into the hands of two big demons, the banshee didn't think those young wizards had a chance to escape.

What a pity. Looking at the handsome face of the young swordsman, she mourned for those beautiful eyes for half a second in her heart. For the monsters, there are all kinds of beautiful faces, but the eyes are all scarlet.

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Different from the banshee's simple thoughts, when the two big monsters encountered an attack, their first reaction was not to catch those rash little wizards with all their strength.

It is cautious defense and exploration.

A thin layer of mist spread around the captain of the Misty, enveloping him and Nikita. This is a magic that contains the true meaning of time and space. Although the two are still standing in place and close at hand, any magic attack that falls into the mist will fall into the void.

Sir Ulrich closed his eyes, and contacted the guardian spirit of the mage tower with his spiritual sense, fully activated his Mental Energy, and searched and investigated the entire withered and yellow land. Unlike Captain Mist, it doesn't have that thin layer of fog around it, but there is a shadow gushing from that black wall. Those shadows hovered around the old lich like a tide, clattering silently, devouring any magical waves that approached without permission.

And out of some secret thoughts, the two big monsters quietly distanced themselves a little.