Hunting High School

"Return to the hometown of the far away."

Jiang Yu stroked Zhu Si's head, with a complicated expression, and said softly, "You are indeed far away from home... It's been a long time. Welcome home."

Zhu Si raised his head, made a grimace, and said with a smile: "But I didn't catch my breath when I got home, so I followed you to a new dark world. I don't know how this place compares with the dreamland. One is farther from home."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly snapped her fingers and corrected, "Well...although I'm not panting now."

Another bad joke.

It was difficult for Zheng Qing to find a suitable expression to face this optimistic little witch.

He could only mutter, and continued to analyze the prophecy: "'The threads of fate are intertwined, all beings return to their places, the starry sky returns to the starry sky,... hostile faces face to face, blood is filled', it should refer to the outbreak that broke out in the black prison. The battle involved wizards, demons, and outer gods..."

"There may be some dark wizards."

Thinking of the letters from home that Jiang Yu mentioned that the Dark Council has become more active recently, Jiang Yu immediately added: "Usually they hide deeper than mice, but if Phuket Island really becomes chaotic, they will be the first to come out and make trouble."

"Yes, there are also dark wizards."

Zheng Qing nodded, he thought of the giant six-fingered hand he had faced in the sandbox Minor World last winter, and that was a dark wizard.

When mentioning the black wizard, he couldn't help but think of the owner of the wandering bar in Beta Town. The tall and thin old wizard was the rumored black wizard. As well as Fei Rui and Shu Xianren, the group of rats underground in the school seemed to have some restless thoughts.

"too messy."

The young wizard is not good at this kind of thought-out thinking. The above-mentioned thought simply flashed through his mind, and he immediately shook his head and decisively extinguished it.

Now is not the time to play Conan or Sherlock Holmes.

"You feel confused because the prophecy given by Mr. is too vague." Jiang Yu smiled and explained patiently: "Many old-school fortune-tellers have this habit of not saying what they say, so as to avoid "disaster comes from their mouths." ', to avoid disturbing fate due to own prophecies... However, many wizards who make a living by divination have no such taboos, perhaps because they have too many debts and no worries, and too many lice. Do you still remember the time we went to Quanke? ?"

"The one invited by Professor Garcia?"

Zheng Qing was very impressed with the only murloc professor in the school. After a short memory, he nodded and said: "Of course I remember, that was the first time I entered the market where the murlocs started... it was the first time I saw the murlocs outside. Murlocs, but they seem to be more cunning than their counterparts in Linzhong Lake."

Zheng Qing couldn't help but smile when he thought of those little murlocs singing the hymn in unison.

"The totem named 'Agneg' has no scruples in making predictions." While speaking, the first herbal candle had been burned, and Jiang Yu did not take out the second one immediately, but cast magic , imprisoned the smoke remaining after the embers of the candle: "... Well, these smoke can also cover our aura, and can slightly prolong the effect of the Baicao Candle."

Zheng Qing took out his pocket watch with one hand and checked the time.

"Forty-five minutes, less than half an hour." He breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at the desolate land covered with gravel, and stomped twice: "...the environment in the black prison is really too bad .”

From the time of departure to the present, with the help of armored horse talismans and other talismans, the group of people has traveled nearly a hundred miles, but when Zheng Qing passed a small mountain pass not long ago, when Zheng Qing looked from afar, the light spot at the end of the darkness hardly changed, while the sky With the land, the mountains and the surroundings, the ink is filled up, down, left, and right, and the endless darkness seems to be more intense than when they set off.

The sense of oppression brought by the darkness is also one of the reasons why the black cat started singing and Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu were looking for topics to chat.

They must do something to resist the invisible oppression brought by darkness.

Fight death with vitality.

"Crack!!"

"Boom!"

Behind the thick clouds above the head, there was a sudden loud noise like tearing silk, followed by continuous thunder, rumbling, rumbling, gradually drifting away.

Zheng Qing looked up at the dark night, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

The Hell World didn't seem like a place where it would rain, and he didn't feel the slightest wave of magic power from the lightning spell in the air. So what is the reason for the thunder behind the clouds?

Are there powerful wizards fighting behind the clouds?

Or are wizards experimenting with some new and terrifying magic?

Jiang Yu may also have similar confusion. He also raised his head and looked at the thick black clouds. After looking at it for a while, he hesitated and said, "Do you feel...the clouds seem to be a little lower?"

Zheng Qing rubbed his sore neck and shook his head.

"can not tell."

"I can't see it either!" Zhu Si tugged at Jiang Yu's sleeve, and said anxiously: "And then? That 'Agnieg' prophesied you, and then? What did it say? Is it interesting? ?”

When the two young wizards talked about the prophecy, the little witch listened with gusto.

But halfway through, the topic of Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu unknowingly went off track, from the prophecy to the harsh environment of the black prison, and then the thunder in the air.

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To tell the truth, Zhu Si didn't think there was anything unusual about thunder.

In the dreamland, there are still thunder sounds like cows crowing, and thunder sounds like roosters crowing and birds chasing the phoenix. Did she say anything? Compared with Thunder, she prefers to listen to the predictions made by fortune tellers.

Perhaps in her eyes, prophecy is as interesting as fairy tales.

"a lot of.

" Zheng Qing smoothed the little witch's hair soothingly, while frowning, trying to search for the memory that seemed long ago, and said slowly:

"It says there are evil eyes gazing at the land, huge chunks of flesh, many tentacles, and a big mouth dripping with slime... I guess it's talking about Shab Nicholas, at least, we have seen His two retinues are dead."

"It also said that Phuket Island is the safest...I doubt it. I was sucked into a black prison by a black moon in the safest school on the island."

"So, the more detailed the prediction, the greater the possibility of errors."

Jiang Yu took over the conversation with a smile: "The divination for profit, even if it is somewhat accurate, prefers to exaggerate in order to obtain more benefits from the seeker. I remember that 'Agnieg' His Royal Highness claims that 'rivers will dry up, forests will burn, castles will not protect us' etc..."

"But what it said about 'the White Tower was shattered' is true."

An abrupt voice suddenly rang in the ears of the two young wizards, startling them both.

Zheng Qing turned around suddenly, only to find a black cat the size of a fist squatting on his shoulder at some point, licking its paws boredly.