Hunting High School

A fiery fire bomb passed through the hall with a low sound of wind.

In the slanted ground, three or five crystal-clear ice spears roared out, piercing heavily on the fire bomb.

The collision of ice and fire, the instant gasification and explosion, set off a violent air current in mid-air, spreading in all directions. But soon, this violent air flow was overwhelmed by the more powerful aura surging around.

And the captain of this hunting team, that burly wizard, stood in the very center of what seemed to be an eighth-level storm.

Under his feet, those usually soft plush carpets stretched out life-seeking ropes at this moment, trying hard to tie this tyrannosaur, but with little success.

Bang, bang, bang!

The sound of the rope breaking was mixed with the roar of the machine gun in the dwarf's arms, making it very faint. But no matter how weak they were, those ropes still hindered the leader of the hunting team, making every step of his movement feel like being in a quagmire, with great effort.

"Change the magazine!" The dwarf yelled, "Buy me some time!"

Before the words fell, the roar of the mechanism cannon stopped abruptly.

A few thin, skinny old liches took advantage of the time when the bullet screen dissipated, and jumped between the coffee table and the sofa, looking like a group of old mountain monkeys.

In an instant, they broke through the hunting team's defensive barrier and rushed in front of several young hunters.

Then he tore off the loose robe, revealing their bony bodies.

"Quack quack quack!"

The strange laughs of the old liches were as ugly as crows, and they looked at the young hunter with greed, like a hungry tiger seeing a lost lamb, or a pack of wolves surrounding a wounded doe.

call! call! call!

The several old liches who charged up opened their mouths wide in unison, and the whistling sound of the wind swept across the entire hall, sweeping away the icy spears, the flaming magma, and the faint thunderballs. Brush swallowed into the stomach.

Plenty of magic power poured into the body, and those skinny old liches suddenly inflated like balloons filled with water, and the wrinkled old skin stretched out, becoming smooth and firm again. Their upper body was bare, their muscles were as thick as iron, and their bodies were as huge as a mountain. Their outstretched palms, like the sharp claws of goshawks, shone coldly, grabbing at the young wizards in the field.

Swish!

Several blades of light bloomed between the cold light of the sharp claws, and they chopped out in no particular order. However, the old Lich took advantage of the situation and summoned a few rock shields to block the sword light.

The shattered sand and gravel are scattered like waves hitting the reef, carrying huge kinetic energy. The liches who rushed into the hunting formation could not help but squint their eyes because the sight was blocked by the sand and stones flying all over the sky.

Just at that moment.

A fist emitting a faint black light rushed out of the turbid and turbulent air, hitting the faces of those old liches head-on.

It seemed that it was just a punch, but it appeared in front of all the liches at the same time.

A lich who broke into the hunting formation watched helplessly as the aura around that fist became darker and bigger, until finally, it covered the whole world like a curtain. Although it is in the house, it still gives it a feeling that the sun and the moon are dark, and the world is turned upside down.

With a scream, it desperately gathered its strength, and stacked its hands to face the falling fist.

"Fantianyin!"

The deep roar of the burly wizard reached its eardrums at this moment, but it was too late.

That punch fell, like a Mount Tai being pulled upside down by a prehistoric titan and then smashed down. The moment the lich took over with both hands, there was a dull thunder sounded in the field.

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After the thunder, it was rainstorm.

Crackling!

The Lich's fists, arms, shoulders, and joints from top to bottom crackled and crackled. The shattered flesh and blood were wrapped in the black fist, and the speed did not slow down at all, and it hit the old Lich's chest heavily, and a series of blasting sounds like cannonballs sounded again.

boom! boom! boom!

Several shattered meat skin bags flew upside down from the hunting formation, and stuck heavily on the dirty wall. In the picture hanging on the wall, a group of monsters with red eyes shone with shrill smiles, swarmed up and dragged the broken 'leather bags' into the heavy picture.

Until this moment, the gravel crushed by another young hunter slowly fell to the ground.

The dust settled.

The greasy and strong upper body of the hunting team leader was exposed.

"Bah!" He spit heavily on the ground: "A group of old people dare to compete with me...Have you never heard of fists?!"

On the carpet, a small head drilled out from under the cloak discarded by the hunting team leader, revealing the head of a little witch.

She opened her big round eyes and looked left and right. Although her body was still trembling, her voice was much braver than her body: "Should I still hit? Should I still hit?!"

"Screw!" The hunting team leader looked unhappy, and turned around and yelled: "I just wanted to catch that old Ulrich by surprise, but I didn't expect to hit the iron plate... ready to run away!"

"Okay!" The little girl suddenly became elated.

"It's just..." The hunting team leader tightened his gloves, and looked at the black wall at the end of the room with bright eyes: "It's hard to come here, I have to do something."

On the black wall, those adorned, withered heads seemed to hear his voice.

Swaying slightly in the chill.

...

...

Sir Ulrich opened his eyes with a puzzled expression.

It turned its head and glanced at the captain of the Mist.

Mr. Captain lowered his head, as if he was thinking about the philosophy of monsters, and he didn't have the slightest intention to meet the old lich's eyes. The old Lich moved his gaze to the side, and landed on the little banshee next to him. Nikita seemed to have found out, and immediately showed a flattering smile on his face.

Sir Ulrich shook his head and looked away.

Whether it was the talisman cannons fired by the dwarves, the witch's violent thunder curse, the young hunter's sword light, or the hunting team leader's punch that broke the moon just now, and the hall where there was a pot of porridge, it was not in Sir Ulrich. in the eyes.

In other words, everything in front of them is not in the sight of the two big monsters.

In their view, behind any accident is a series of inevitability. The reckless hunting party in front of them is just a small bug that interferes with their sight. If they choose to appear here, there must be a bigger black hand hiding behind them.

The black hand's target could be Captain Mist, or Jazz himself.

There was a lively fight in the room.

The gazes of the big monsters have already crossed the chaos and landed on a farther place.

It's just that Sir Ulrich's huge divine sense swept across the withered and yellow land several times, and even though his skinny fingers crushed hundreds of counting chips, there was still a dead silence behind these young hunters.

It was not as sinister as it imagined that the Wizards Union would be besieged by heavy troops and some great wizards would join forces to kill them. And it didn't realize that Captain Misty or the other big monsters of the four seas had anything to do with this matter.

Is it really just a coincidence?

At this moment, a soft humming sounded in the old lich's ear:

"Secret Technique: Swallow Back!"