Hunting High School

The silent forest at night is not friendly, in every sense of the word.

The picture of the photo stone shakes a little, and the patrolman's heavy breathing and rustling footsteps can be clearly heard. It is precisely because of this that it brings out the tranquility, darkness and desolation of the forest.

The patrol followed a tributary of the Silent River—a nameless stream—that snaked and murmured down the hill, passing with very little open space, a tangle of stones and Thick undergrowth, and those great, gloomy trees, shaded the sky, casting everything in black shadow.

The fluctuating magic power, the eye-catching light ball and the vigilant gaze made those prying figures in the depths of the forest quietly recede. No magical creature would challenge the school patrol on Boogie Island.

Even today the patrol looks a little weak.

Along the way, the wizards from the North District performed their duties very well - helping the rabbits trapped in vines to escape from the traps, repairing the magic marks bitten by mice, and expelling the red chain snakes and ghouls near the campus , and most importantly, set up alarm devices at every node where the Kuroshio may pass.

These alarm devices are talisman boards made of locust wood, which are nailed to the thick tree trunks by the patrolmen to monitor the fluctuations in the surrounding magic power and the changes in the aura. The "noise" is significantly enhanced and lasts for a period of time. If it exceeds a certain threshold, the talisman board will be broken, reminding the monitors far away on the Gu Diao Street.

It is true that this rudimentary alarm device often has false alarms, for example, because a group of tree monkey frogs passing by or two poison horned beasts are dueling, the highest alarm is sent to Gu Diao Street, but limited by funds and magical abilities, this is already The limit that the wizards of the North District can achieve.

After all, the First University will not open the core monitoring system of the guardian magic circle to a group of wizards who use frogs to cast spells.

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Suddenly, the picture of the photo stone stopped.

The patrol captains watching the video on both sides of the hall sat up straight and focused their attention more. If luck really needs to pay a price, then what they see next may be what the price looks like.

A hand wearing a glove appeared in the line of sight of the patrolman wearing the photo stone. The hand quickly made several gestures, signaling the team members to keep quiet, stand apart, and pay attention to the surrounding environment.

It didn't take long for the patrol leaders in the hall to realize what was going on.

In the quiet and silent forest, there is a ticking sound, which is completely different from running water, but it is hard to describe, just like the sound of ice water falling when the icicles under the eaves melt in early spring, but not so clear, ticking With a sticky feeling.

"It stinks!"

Someone in the patrol held his nose and cursed in a low voice: "Has the water god of this stream become a rotten spirit?"

The gloved hand made a quiet gesture again, and swung it twice more emphatically. This time, no patrolman made a sound, but the occasional muffled hum still reminded the captains who watched the photo how the patrolmen were suffering.

The patrol stayed where it was for a few minutes.

Those messy ticking sounds disappeared, and there was a dead silence all around, not only the insects, but also the wind, the rustling of leaves, and even the gurgling of the stream disappeared completely. There seemed to be a huge mouth in the darkness, swallowing all sounds. A layer of faint light floated on the thick tree trunks around, as if the starlight was torn from the sky by someone and plated on the tree trunks.

The gloved hand gestured a few more times, signaling the patrol to follow the direction of the sound just now.

The picture in the photo stone shook again, but this time, the shake became very slight. It was obvious that the patrolmen were very cautious.

Gradually, the ticking sound reappeared in the picture, and as the distance got closer, other abnormal noises began to appear besides those ticking sounds—it sounded like many people were walking or running together, and there was the sound of breaking branches , There are the sounds of stepping into the mud pond, the sound of stepping on water, and the sound of brushing aside bushes and branches.

The patrol team became more and more cautious, and the picture on the photo stone would only shake slightly after a long time.

The patrolman wearing the photo stone suddenly took out a piece of parchment and a quill from his pocket, and then took advantage of the faint moonlight from the canopy to scribble a few lines on the parchment——

"It's getting more and more stinky around here. It smells like some kind of huge creature rotting away."

"I felt like I was being stabbed in the head, and occasionally I could see some vague visions, it seemed that there were huge creatures waving tentacles watching us... But I'm not sure if this is an illusion."

"I don't think it's the leader's intention to go deep into this place."

"I'm sweating and shivering all over now, and I don't know if I can hold on."

"I suspect all my frogs are dead."

"If I don't go back, I hope someone will get this picture stone and tell the great sage that we haven't shamed the wizards of the North..."

This was the last line left by the patrolman, and the row of ellipses at the end was so heavy that it even pierced through the thick parchment. All the messages, including those pierced ellipsis, are clearly reflected in the picture recorded by the Photo Stone.

The reason why the patrolman stopped leaving messages was not that he was killed, but that the gloved hand reappeared in the screen and made several gestures to signal the team members to start retreating.

But this time, they didn't succeed.

The forest suddenly fell silent, and all the abnormal noises disappeared at the same time, but this dead silence lasted only a few seconds. The next moment, a low-pitched sound mixed with buzzing and wah-wah sounded from all directions.

In the depths of the hall on the second floor of the Cherry Blossom Tavern, on the black high-backed chair, an orange light suddenly lit up, passing over every elite wizard in the North District behind the long tables on both sides of the hall, preventing the sound coming from the photo stone. Sound does them harm.

It should be some voices, because there are obvious pauses and intonations, as well as emotional words, but no one can understand what those words mean, including Korma, even she can only understand the meaning of those words. Hearing great malice and deep darkness.

The gloved hand was last seen in the photo stone.

This time, he didn't make any complicated gestures, just waved vigorously, and at the same time there was a hoarse cry in the screen: "Run! Run away!"

The sound stopped abruptly, because hundreds of black ropes suddenly fell from the dark forest. The ends of the ropes were bulging, like the hooves of some kind of creature, but they were not hard at all. They squirmed in the night, constantly changing their appearance. .

There was a tearing sound in the picture, there was a deep red splash, the rope rolled up the shadow of a suspected broken limb and retracted into the depths of the darkness, and the patrolman with the picture stone ran wildly, causing violent shaking screen.

The picture finally freezes in a pool of water at the bend of the stream.

The figure of the patrolman wearing the photo stone was reflected on the surface of the water. It was a young boy with a pair of clever brown eyes and beautiful black curly hair, but at this moment, those clever eyes were full of panic and fear. despair.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something last.

From a height he couldn't see, in the darkness, several pitch-black ropes hung down, slowly wrapping around his neck.

At this point, the screen came to an abrupt end.

in the hall.

Kerma didn't speak, but the captains behind the long tables on both sides stood up in unison, mourning silently for the brave patrolman and the brave patrol team.