Hunting High School

The snow-white knife light illuminates the entire hall.

It was also like a bolt of lightning in the dark night, piercing through the fog in the old Lich's mind.

Yeah, what does it matter if it's a bait? It eats or it doesn't, these young wizards are in sight. Right now, if it continues to hesitate, these small baits will be unhooked.

The sword light kept approaching in the old lich's thought, and the target pointed directly at the black wall behind it.

The old lich slowly turned his neck, as if he wanted to take a look at the light of the spatula.

"look here!"

The burly hunting team leader let out a roar, his muscles all over his body swelled up again, his iron-black fist smashed through the air with his roar, and slammed heavily on Sir Ulrich's head.

The turbid air mixed with the heavy fist wind became extremely viscous, and the place where the fist wind went seemed to become a puddle of glue, which slowed down Sir Ulrich's movement of turning his head.

Just a moment late.

Just at that moment.

The light of the knife passed by the ear of the old Lich, and slashed on the black wall.

There was a layer of halo on the wall, and it was not damaged at all, not even a piece of wall skin fell off; the bronze tripod with three legs and two ears under the wall made an angry buzzing sound.

Because the spoils of the bronze cauldron had been boiled for a long time, the skulls hanging on the wall were shattered.

Everyone in the hall heard the sound of porcelain breaking. It was a sound that made everyone panic. If one stood outside the mage tower, one could even see that some stars in the depths of the starry sky became brighter in an instant.

Hundreds of wizard skulls hanging on the black wall shattered under the light of the knife, and stopped swaying with a crisp cracking sound.

There was a moment of stillness.

Then turned into fly ash.

The fine ashes slowly fell down the rough wall.

Like a gray waterfall.

It's like the end of an era.

The liberated souls sighed contentedly before dissipating, their blessings and curses heard by all in the hall. Bless the hunter who rescued them, and return home safely; curse all the liches, they will never be reborn forever.

The captain of the Misty held his arms, with an unpredictable smile on his lips, quietly watching the scene in front of him, and seemed to have no intention of intervening.

Sir Ulrich didn't want the captain to interfere either.

Because that would be a disgrace to the entire Withered Land.

It stopped turning its head to look at the black wall, slowly turned its neck, looked at the hunting team leader who had just slowed its movements, and looked at the fist that was close at hand.

"court death."

It said two words calmly.

The answer was the roar of the hunting team leader with all his strength: "Fan! God! Yin!"

Just like when stopping those 'old monkeys' a moment ago, it was also a fist emitting a faint black light, which also broke through the shackles of layers of air. It's getting darker and its fists are getting bigger and bigger.

The only difference is the target.

The previous fist smashed on a group of old registered wizards, vividly displaying the words "fist is afraid of the young". Wherever the fist blows, those old liches are flying with blood and flesh.

But right now, the target of this fist is a great wizard.

A grand lich who is well-known in the dark world and well-known in the wizarding world. It is true that Sir Ulrich's fame is mostly related to those evil magic research, and he is already very old, and his physical condition may have declined. Competing fists with this old man is quite a bit like going up and down.

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But the reason why Grand Liches are called Grand Liches is because they are 'big' enough to accommodate any changes and any enemies.

The first time the mage tower broke into the enemy, the two big monsters put heavy protection on themselves.

A thin layer of mist formed around Captain Mist.

Surrounding Sir Ulrich was a flood of shadows, which emerged from the black wall behind him. In theory, as long as the Mage Tower was not destroyed, that shadow could not be broken.

Just a moment ago, another young hunter's knife slashed on the black wall, shattering the hanging skulls, causing the bronze tripod to be furious, and the black wall was shaken for a moment.

Just at that moment, the captain of the hunting team smashed his fist.

The front of the fist crashed into the shadow.

Like a stone dropped into water.

The difference is that when this fist fell on those old liches before, it was like a Mount Tai falling into a green lake, shaking the sky, and the water surged everywhere; while this fist fell into the shadow, like a mountain falling into the sea , although it also set off a raging tide, but the sea is really too big, no matter how high the waves are in front of it, it is just a small splash.

If the lens is more detailed, you can see that the dark tide-like shadow has ripples under the fist, just like the ripples when a stone falls into a pond, interweaving and spreading, Stirring back and forth, the turbulent fist power continuously melted under the interaction.

The black shadow sunken inward under the fist, and the undulating ripples were also pulled by this sunken force, becoming longer and thinner, like rubber bands.

From the beginning to the end, Sir Ulrich just looked at that fist indifferently.

He didn't move his feet, and his face didn't change at all.

On the contrary, the face of the owner of the fist changed drastically after the front of the fist fell into the shadows. The originally red face quickly lost its blood color, revealing a bit dark:

"run!!"

He roared.

The entire hunting team was like a clip that was pulled by a switch, and instantly clustered into a group, standing in the direction of the four-pointed star. In the center of the four-pointed star is the little witch who has been hiding under the cloak from the beginning to the end—since Sir Ulrich set his sights on these 'little baits', she no longer even showed her head, and even hid her head under the cloak .

"Is it over? Is it over? I'm going to sleep...I can't bear it anymore!"

The little witch hid under the cloak, shivering and chanting non-stop.

Until the captain shouted 'Run', she closed her eyes, stretched her legs, covered the heavy cloak, fell asleep in the blink of an eye, and fell into a deep dream.

A layer of light blue mask appeared around her along with her breathing.

At first it is a regular spherical shape.

Then, as the little witch's eyeballs moved under the eyelids, the regular blue ball began to squirm irregularly, like a bug biting through its afterbirth, and slowly grew a head, wings, fins, tail, and a 'ball' The increasingly complicated rune on his body.

It seems like a long time.

But it was only for a moment.

In front of everyone, a big blue fish appeared in this world full of liches.