Hunting High School

The petty moves among the young hunters of the Forgiveness Hunting Team did not escape the Banshee's eyes.

Different from before, this time, Nikita decided not to ignore these details. She planned to use a simpler and more direct method to deal with the troubles in front of her——stunned or killed the young people in front of her, and then left this place of right and wrong. .

But just when she raised her fingers caressing the scales of the black flood dragon.

The small wizard with black-rimmed glasses on the opposite side suddenly raised his hand.

It's like asking a question in class.

This aroused the banshee's curiosity a little bit.

"Excuse me," the little wizard seemed a little embarrassed, and his voice was tight, but his words were still very polite: "May I ask a question?"

Nikita loves politeness—whether it's out of fear or respect, whether it's a small greeting between diners or a greeting from the food.

Politeness is politeness.

"Mr. Wise?" The banshee still clearly remembered the wise behavior of this little wizard in the face of her appearance on the admission plane last year, so she had some expectations for him: "What's the problem?"

"Do you know divination?"

The banshee hung her raised finger in the air, hesitated for half a second, and then showed a reserved smile on her face: "It's so-so. When I was studying in No. 1 University, my average grade in divination class was A+."

An evaluation of a+ means that the score of the divination class is above 90. Even in Jiuyou Academy, this score is still in the top ten percent of the grade.

"Wow, that's really amazing." Xiao Xiao complimented, and continued to ask: "Then, do you know the most accurate sentence that all fortune tellers can predict?"

Nikita raised an eyebrow.

"What?" She didn't hide the curiosity on her face.

"The most accurate word a wizard can predict is 'the world is unpredictable'," Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, sighed with emotion, then looked around, looked at his companions who were ready, and said "pop" He closed the Dharma book in his hand: "What are you waiting for?"

The moment he closed the dharma book, Nikita knew that he was stalling for time, and his fingers that had been hanging in mid-air pressed heavily on the scales of the three black flood dragons.

hold head high! ! !

The three ferocious heads of the black dragons howled in unison, in no particular order, spouting a hurricane of stench mixed with venom and spittle, sweeping the entire hall.

Meow! !

Almost at the same moment, dozens of edamame leaped out from the void, roared, and fiercely bit the black flood dragon's neck, eyes, cheeks, beard horns and many other sensitive parts.

Blocked by this dusty little thing, Hei Jiao paused for a moment.

With this pause, Xin Fatty quickly took out a few glass bottles from the watch and smashed them into the empty space between the forgiveness hunting team and the black dragon.

A thick green smoke spread rapidly, covering the Banshee's sight.

The last scene she saw was the young witch stuffing a white pill into Zheng Qing's mouth. This vigilance made the banshee and the three black flood dragons subconsciously avoid the dangerous-looking smoke.

"Catch them!"

The banshee pressed her fingers heavily on the scales of the black flood dragon again, and looked around vigilantly: "Don't let them escape!"

Having said that, she and Faceless covered themselves with several layers of thick defensive magic, lest another deadly rune bullet would fly out of the smoke—even if the possibility was very low.

The black flood dragon roared angrily, flicked its thick tail vigorously, and slapped those gray-skinned dogs precisely and fiercely. Those dusty figures burst like bubbles in mid-air, turning into wisps of light smoke and disappearing.

It was like punching the air.

Hei Jiao was dumbfounded.

When it came back to its senses, the green smoke in the field had been dispersed by the two banshees? And on the other side of the smoke? Those young wizards and the gray dog ​​also disappeared without a trace.

"They can't escape!"

Zhu Zhu finally jumped down from the chair? He skillfully pulled out the three Zugs who were hiding in the shadows and trembling from under a table, and confidently said to Nikita: "In the dreamland, there is nothing like these The little ones are better at escaping...they're the experts at escaping."

Under the scarlet eyes of the banshee, the three aged ancestors only reacted for less than a second, and then scrambled to be the first to slap their bony chests vigorously, expressing that such trivial things as tracking are absolutely no problem, and so on.

"Before that? There are still some small problems that need to be resolved." A shrill sound, as if a rusty door was closing and closing, suddenly sounded at the entrance of the tavern: "You need to explain your purpose of coming and compensate Menis' cat The Cat Tavern will suffer a corresponding loss."

The eyes of the two banshees fell on the owner of the voice.

It was an old and scary looking cat.

It has a pair of big eyes with dark pupils. The eyeballs occupy almost a quarter of the face. Its skin was pale and heavily scarred and wrinkled.

The old cat leaned on a cane that looked like a dead branch, and stood between the sun and the shadows at the broken butterfly door of the tavern.

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"Who are you?" The little banshee glared unceremoniously at the old cat, as if she wanted to compare with it whose eyes were bigger.

"The attendant of the Temple of Uzzah." The old cat answered in its ugly voice, leaning on the crutch.

The three ancestors looked back anxiously and nervously, and glanced at the banshee.

To the tribes of the Enchanted Forest, the temple of Ulthar held more authority than the tall stone monuments erected around their villages. Although they did not have the courage to resist the banshee's order, they did not have the courage to refuse the request of the Temple of Uzzah.

"Why should we answer your question!" The little witch replied with a harsh tone and an arrogant attitude: "We are subordinates of the Siren King, not believers of your temple."

"Because this is the city of Uzza." The old cat nodded the wooden staff in his hand, and several invisible ripples centered on it, rippling in all directions, vaguely corresponding to the breathing of the city.

Nikita frowned slightly.

She wasn't afraid of the silent protests of the Temple of Ultza, or what the fabled Elder of the Temple might do to them. The only thing she cares about is that if there is a conflict with the temple here, it will not do her any good.

Conflict, wastes time, and antagonizes the Temple of Uzzah.

No conflict, just a waste of time.

It only took a few seconds for the banshee to make the final decision.

"I will leave the rest of the work to you," she told the ancestors, "After dealing with the matter here, leave the city immediately. We will wait for you outside the city."