Hunting High School

Black hand raised his right hand.

It stared at the quiet camp not far away, its eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a trace of surprise in its eyes. Although from a distance, the camp looked calm and serene, no different from when they left—there were even some ogres staying behind at the gate waving their arms at them, cheering for their return.

But for some reason, looking at the cheering guy, Black Hand always felt a little terrified, so that the four tumors attached to the back of his head throbbed with pain one by one.

This is not a good sign.

As an ogre, you don't have to trust the companions you grew up with, the vague predictions of the shaman Elders, or even your own eyes, but you must trust your innate intuition.

Because eyes can deceive oneself, partners can betray oneself, and the prophecies of shamans can deceive oneself, only intuition can guide oneself consistently.

The ordinary ogre warriors following behind the two-headed ogre stopped in their tracks and looked at the leader's back together, with awe and anxiety in their eyes. The gray light from the sky fell on the big black hand of the black hand, shining with obsidian-like luster, giving people an indestructible feeling.

Black Hand didn't call himself this name originally—in fact, he also forgot what his previous name was—since he came to this world and his newborn head was fully awake, he gave himself this name, so as to be different from those in the ethnic group who didn't The fools of the name draw the line.

Thinking of those idiots, Black Hand frowned and turned his head.

The ogres stood in a loose formation, in stark contrast to the cold, sharp, and precise battle formation in the black hand's vague impression. It has worked very hard, but I don't know if it is because of the influence of this world, the ogres of this tribe always find it difficult to restrain their instinctive impulse.

Noticing the leader's cold gaze, the rustling sounds in the line immediately disappeared completely. Ogres lacking this awareness have already become everyone's dinner.

Black Hand withdrew his gaze, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his heart.

Being able to train this group of rabble to this level in less than a week is already the ultimate under the dual influence of Death and Worship. Although it is not strictly forbidden, he can't ask for more.

He randomly ordered the two men standing at the end of the team, and signaled them to go back to the camp to explore the way. The two stupid big men handed over the wild boars they carried on their shoulders to their companions, patted their chests hard, then dragged the thick wooden sticks, dragged their heavy steps, panting heavily, and shouted loudly, towards the The ogre camp ran.

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"That guy is more cunning than we thought!"

Zheng Qing stared at the two figures that were approaching, and frowned slightly: "I actually sent two ogres to scout the way... There is no problem with our phantom array!"

He turned his head to look at Jiang Yu who was carefully adjusting the array.

Before the witch could speak, Li Meng, who was standing beside her, took a aggressive step forward, almost poking Zheng Qing's nostrils with her short fingers: "Are you doubting our professionalism? Huh?"

Zheng Qing tilted his head back slightly, and looked at the little witch who was still leading the one-eyed crow. He didn't feel the slightest bit of professionalism from her.

"should be no problem."

Jiang Yu raised her head, gave Li Meng a hand, and then smiled at Zheng Qing: "Ordinary ogres are very insensitive to magic power, not much better than a magician... and the effect of those glorious heads is better than I expected Much better."

"It doesn't matter if something goes wrong." Zhang Jixin tugged at the gloves on his hands, then squatted down, and began to tie the armored horse talisman on his legs: "The first principle of hunting is never to expect the prey to fall into the trap by itself. "

"What first principle is this?" Xin Fatty complained.

"All principles are the first principle." The red-faced wizard replied solemnly: "Any suggestion that the seniors have summed up on the hunting ground is worthy of our strict observance."

This conversation made the young wizards in ambush feel a little relieved.

Zheng Qing raised Zhang Jixin's single-lens brass telescope, looked at the two-headed ogre standing still in the distance, and suddenly remembered the scene when he experienced the black tide attack in Beta Town last semester.

Then he thought of those majestic centaurs and an interesting topic that was discussed at that time, and subconsciously squinted his eyes.

"Do you think the two-headed ogre has two spines?"

The young public finance student stared at the prey in the distance for a while, then suddenly tilted his head, and asked his companions in a low voice: "Isn't that very unstable? It's also difficult to exert strength with two arms!"

Several other young wizards in the forgiveness hunting team all looked sideways at this question, and even Xiao Xiao, who was holding the crystal ball and chanting words, got stuck for a while, making the picture on the crystal ball blurry for a while.

Classmate Li Meng hugged her chest with one hand, pinched her chin with the other, and said thoughtfully: "I haven't thought about this problem... But I know that Su Ya straightened the bones of those two-tailed squirrels in the school, and their spine ends are divided." Different tailbones extend out. Based on this, I think the spine of the two-headed ogre should be like a big tree, with a branch at a certain node."

The one-eyed crow, who had been squatting at the little witch's feet, originally shrank its neck, as if it had fallen asleep. But when he suddenly heard the topics discussed by the young wizards, he woke up suddenly, tilted his head and looked at the young public fee student, as if what was going on in Nahan's mind at such a tense moment.

"The body structure of the two-headed ogre is quite complicated. According to different evolutionary paths, it is divided into different families and genera. It will not be clear for a while."

Xiao Xiao is worthy of the title of Great Doctor, and ended the question with a few words: "...If you are really curious, you can dissect that ogre after you catch it and take a closer look."

That's a really good idea.

Including Zheng Qing, the attention of several other companions turned to the two-headed ogre hovering in the distance again. Their eyes wandered, and they began to think about where it would be easier to strike with the scalpel.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the gate.

It was the sound of two ogres exploring the path fighting wits and courage with the air. They flapped their chests, greeted the non-existent sentry at the gate of the camp, boasted about the hunting process in the morning, and showed off their catches, everything seemed so normal.

Several young wizards of the Forgiveness Hunting Team breathed a sigh of relief—including Zhang Jixin—who can ambush these ogres more easily, and no one wants to chase them for tens of miles or even hundreds of miles in the wild.

Then the two ogres sauntered into the camp.

near the main ledger.

A small snake head popped out of Zheng Qing's ears and eyes, spit out a message, and looked at the two ogres. Almost at the same time, the young public finance student suddenly felt a feeling of trepidation.