Hunting High School

Although he has been in the school for less than two years, Zheng Qing has seen many big scenes.

Members of the parliament under the moon, black wizards, outer gods, legends, etc., he has seen all these existences; he has been to the world in the mirror, he has been to the world in the dark night, and he has also seen the scene of tens of thousands of wizards fighting with demons. I've seen it, and even he himself blew it up once, and went to the blank land to check in.

Relatively speaking, the school hunting party held by First University should only be regarded as a small scene.

He thought he wouldn't be nervous.

But when everyone he saw in the school was talking about the trials at night, about the dangers of the dreamland, and how fierce the competition among the hunting teams was, the young public finance student couldn't help becoming nervous.

He was worried that the forgiveness hunting team would stumble, and he would be hunted down by Su Shijun's fanatical fans.

He was also worried that he would accidentally blow up the hunting ground in the dreamland during the game, the seeds of the forbidden spell would be exposed, and then he would be hunted down by a group of black wizards.

I was also worried that Su Shijun slipped his tongue when he was guiding, revealed Poseidon's identity, and he was hunted down by everyone.

Thinking that any kind of bad result would be that he would be chased and killed by a group of people, the young public finance student couldn't help feeling sorry for himself, silently raised his middle finger, and scolded this fucking world twice.

This nervousness reached its peak when the two monitors handed out 'admission tickets' to the students at the Sunday evening class meeting.

"I feel a little sick to my stomach."

The young public fee student rubbed his stomach, staring at the palm-sized yellow paper in front of him, feeling that the dinner he had just had was pouring up his throat little by little.

Xin Fatty, who was sitting in the front row, immediately turned his head, his face full of eagerness: "I..."

"No, no need, I feel fine now." The young public finance student politely refused - he had already made up his mind that he would not eat anything Fatty handed over until the school hunting party was over - while picking up his pen, in the Under Downton's supervision, he signed the own hunter ticket.

The 'entry tickets' for the school hunting competition are divided into 'hunter tickets' and 'spectator tickets', which are spells used by the hunting committee to lead hunters and spectators into the dreamland. They are made of yellow paper. The only difference is that the hunter tickets are On one side, the name of the hunting team was written with a talisman, while the spectator ticket was only marked with the words 'not for sale'.

According to Downton's explanation on the podium, everyone just needs to stuff this 'voucher' into the pillow before going to bed>

"What if I didn't have a dream at night?" Fatty liked to shove on anything.

"Toast two handfuls of lavender before going to bed, or prepare a pack of thyme." Downton was obviously prepared for this question, and replied without thinking: "If you are worried about accidentally having nightmares, you can make a nightmare doll in advance, or hang it next to the bed. A sprig of mistletoe . . . a sprig of rosemary would do too."

"Verbena is also fine!" In another corner of the classroom, a classmate shouted loudly: "Hanging verbena by the bed before going to bed can also prevent nightmares!"

"The only bad thing is that after you use verbena, you need to wash the quilt and bed sheets in the morning." Xin Fatty laughed.

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth—in addition to helping sleep, verbena has another important function of aphrodisiac, and the ointment made with verbena is a necessity for many classical love potions.

After this interruption, Zheng Qing's tense mood was relieved, and his tumbling stomach also calmed down a lot.

The security worked well, and lasted until he got back to the dormitory and lay down under the tent on the six-poster bed.

Before going to bed, the wizard deliberately dug out the nightmare doll that Jiang Yu had given him before, and stuffed it together with the hunter ticket into the pillow.

When he regained consciousness again, he was in a thick blue-white mist.

The fog was very thick, and there seemed to be many dark shadows in the depths of the fog, making it difficult to see clearly. Zheng Qing subconsciously took out the rune gun and rotated the magazine to the position of ordinary rune bullets.

The crisp sound of the gun being turned was very clear in the fog—— Zheng Qing suspected that this loud sound

The degree has a lot to do with his confidence in Rune Gun.

"Captain, don't shoot! Your own...don't shoot!"

Xin Fatty's bluffing voice came from the mist: "Just now I was wondering if the selection competition would start as soon as I came in... But as soon as I heard your familiar sound of rune guns, I knew that I was surrounded by my own people... You If you want to shoot casually, maybe the hunting game hasn't started yet, and forgiveness will reduce more than half of the non-combat staff."

This cheap voice and the way of babbling are indeed like a fat wizard.

While speaking, Zheng Qing suddenly noticed that the fog around him had thinned a lot, and at the same time, Xin Fatty's huge figure gradually became clear, and he was waving his arms happily towards Zheng Qing.

The young public servant was holding a rune gun, and looked at Fatty vigilantly—it was not the first time he had entered the dreamland, and he hated those elves in the dreamland who had bad imitation preferences.

"Don't worry, it's true." Another familiar voice sounded from behind Zheng Qing's side, and with this voice, the surrounding fog became lighter.

Xiao Xiao walked out of the mist with his notebook in his arms, looked around thoughtfully, adjusted his glasses, and analyzed habitually: "...this mist should be a by-product of the convergence of a large number of spirits, similar to 'strange 'The resulting 'unknown'... fades away as you find an 'anchor' to the 'familiar'."

Zheng Qing silently put away the rune gun.

Those who can say such a lot of awkward words must not be those stupid elves in dreams who can't even make up lies. And the changes in the surroundings are also confirming the doctor's analysis - more and more figures are clearly appearing from the fog, and the fog is rapidly fading as the popularity gathers.

"I thought I could ride a pumpkin cart or ride a rabbit after I came in." Dylan's shiny hair was particularly conspicuous in the crowd. He walked up to Zheng Qing, looked around carefully, and then whispered in his captain's ear Asked: "Where is the congressman? Isn't she with us?"

"The instructors are all having a meeting at the referee's bench, and they will be here soon." Zhang Jixin squeezed into the small circle of forgiveness, Zhang Yang's voice was the same as before: "Listen to my brother, the first round of trials is very easy... as long as you can play... …the longer you hold on, the better.”

It's great to have a big brother as Lei Zhe.

Zheng Qing sighed enviously, looked around again, the surrounding fog had completely dissipated, and the hunters gathered in small circles one after another in the form of hunting teams, with a curved dome above their heads, and silver gray under their feet. On the floor, there is a low rostrum not far away, on which stands a puppet with a bright smile.