Hunting High School

The wooden sticks held by the patrol members are made of oak hazel wood. The head of the stick is either a snake head or a bird shape. They are all strange and spiritual creatures.

The whole body of the stick is reddish brown, with a warm color and a smooth feel, as if coated with a layer of wax. Even the protruding knots on the wooden staff did not feel stagnant to the touch.

It is said that these wooden sticks were uniformly made by the school's Alchemy Research Institute, with many magic pattern charms embedded in them, which are quite powerful within the scope of the school's guardian formation. No matter what kind of mountain spirits, ghosts, ghosts and monsters, there is nothing to hide under the stick, so they can only obey obediently.

Compared with the wooden sticks in the hands of the students, the old man Verne's cane is thicker and longer. The elf at the head of the staff seems to be in the shape of a bird, but it has two slender arms stretched out from the wings, which is very strange.

Zheng Qing privately speculated that the wooden stick in the old man's hand was probably more powerful, but he didn't know what effect it had, whether it could fly away the legendary monster.

The lantern was hung on the head of the staff, and it swayed slightly as the old man Verne walked, making small noises.

The light sprinkled on the path in the forest swayed vaguely with the sound of creaking and shaking, adding a bit of disturbing atmosphere for no reason.

In the marching patrol, everyone was talking about what just happened.

"The kappa has its own language. I only knew they could squeak before." A chubby boy praised in a surprised tone, as if he had just realized that the kappa is a kind of intelligent creature in a sense.

"The squeaking ones are rats." Another sophomore from Jiuyou College next to him sneered, and said in a rather dissatisfied tone: "I'm just curious why the school allows these pests to stay on the campus... Besides ruining food, what do they do?" It's useless."

"Wisdom is the greatest wealth." An Alpha student seemed to find an opportunity to criticize his opponent, and said in a pitiful tone: "Using 'whether it is useful' to evaluate an intelligent creature is an immoral act... Your usual Doesn't the assessment include personal morality?"

This sentence implicitly ignited the flames of war between Jiuyou students and Alpha students.

But the flames of war were extinguished by the old man Jules Verne:

"No matter how useless a kappa is, it's still a Kappa from First University. What to do, First University has the final say."

With just one sentence, the flames in everyone's hearts were turned in a different direction, and expressions of pride appeared on their faces.

Zheng Qing was greatly admired from the bottom of her heart.

The old school worker was obviously very familiar with the discord between several colleges, so he didn't give the chance for the flames of war to revive, and continued:

"Although the Kappa in the school is still naughty, he is very obedient to the wizards and has no record of hurting anyone."

"On weekdays, the school work committee often gives them a little work, hiring them to help drag the boats under the water, so that they have some means of making a living, so that they won't be taboo just for a few stutters."

"We make the rules, they follow the rules, and we uphold the rules."

"So when these little guys are in trouble and they come to the patrol, we can't just turn a blind eye."

"This is the No. 1 university, and we must give them an explanation."

The patrol team was marching quickly on the forest path, and everyone was silent when they heard what the old school worker said.

Although the reason for the sudden change of the patrol team's itinerary was explained to a certain extent, it did not convince everyone.

"It doesn't make sense. We help them investigate the missing persons in the middle of the night."

"It always feels like it's the student union's job."

"Maybe some associations and hunting teams are also interested in this kind of thing."

The young recruits murmured and exchanged their own opinions, and the focus of the discussion shifted to whether it was reasonable for the patrol team to be responsible for this matter.

The atmosphere in the team returned to normal and slowly became active.

"Shut up!" The old janitor who was walking at the head of the team suddenly stopped, turned his head, and whispered to stop the discussion of the team members.

Several young wizards who were not concentrating whispered and bumped into each other.

Zheng Qing raised his head, and found that the death-defying wind lamp hanging on the head of the staff had somehow suppressed the flame in the cover, leaving only the bean-sized fire slowly flickering in the lamp oil.

Elder Verne didn't explain, he just raised his head and took a deep breath.

The others didn't know why, but they all imitated the old man's behavior very obediently, and took a deep breath.

Only the old hound in the team crawled on the ground for some reason and buried his head in the tall grass. He even raised his two front legs and placed them on the bridge of Own's nose, as if trying to hold back his breath.

Although the patrol team had gone a long way into the woods by the lake, they still hadn't completely escaped the enveloping range of Linzhong Lake. You can still faintly hear the gurgling sound of the lake.

Take a deep breath, the fragrance of grass and trees, the fishy smell of water vapor, the fragrance of soil, all kinds of smells are mixed together, making people intoxicated.

However, a subtle stench was mixed in the air, irritating everyone's nasal cavity.

Zheng Qing smelled this slightly familiar smell, opened his eyes suddenly, and exclaimed in a low voice:

"Murloc!"

Almost at the same time, several people in the team shouted out the mystery.

The old man Verne didn't look back, but nodded slowly, agreeing with the judgment of the young wizards.

"What are the murlocs doing on the shore in the middle of the night!"

"It's so far away from Linzhong Lake, so we definitely can't use the ridiculous excuse of getting lost."

"Also, it smells like there's more than one murloc."

"Funny! Are they planning to make trouble in the school? Are you afraid that the school committee will take back their reservations?"

The patrol members chattered.

It's just that no one was overly worried about the murlocs going ashore, and more people were just curious about the purpose of these murlocs and how the school would deal with them.

Leaning on his stick, the old man let the team members whisper to each other. After a long time, he sighed deeply and ordered in a low voice:

"Lingo, Zheng Qing, you two come with me. The others turn around the lakeside and continue to patrol... You two juniors are on the lookout point, and you can use the emergency signal in case of a situation. I will let May follow you. "

The old man with two black borders on his robe at the back of the line should be calm.

The old hound wagged its tail and snorted lazily, agreeing to the arrangement.

Although some people expressed some dissatisfaction, under the stern eyes of the old school workers, no one expressed it openly, and they all took orders to respond.

The old man waved his hand and signaled them to leave.

"Why do we have to separate?" Lin Guo finally couldn't help it after everyone disappeared in front of his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Isn't it safer if there are more people...the murlocs in the lake are very powerful."

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Zheng Qing didn't speak, but looked at the old man in front of him with puzzled eyes.

The ferocious face and terrifying physical strength of the murloc when he entered school were vivid. Even though he was holding a patrol stick, it did not weaken the uneasiness in his heart at all.

"They're all little dolls that don't make people worry about it." The old man didn't answer Ling Guo's question, but just murmured something, then leaned on a cane and strode toward the depths of the woods.

The two freshmen looked at each other in blank dismay, quickly grabbed their wooden sticks, and ran away, fearing that they would fall alone in the dark woods.