Hunting High School

The scorched tree stumps are scattered and disorderly dotted in this pale and withered world; grey-white ghost-like existences are squatting on the tree stumps, holding the same fuzzy shakuhachi, playing the song continuously and uninterruptedly. A harsh and mocking music.

Although these shapeless players have vague appearances, based on their general appearance, it can still be judged that they are other missing members of the ogre tribe.

Obviously, at this moment, all the ogres in this tribe have been fused together through some kind of weird and terrible magic. The gray-white shadows left outside are like soap bubbles in the sun, so fragile that they can be seen with the naked eye, and they can be smashed to pieces with just a gust of wind or a flying stone.

Then, in the babbling flute sound, the shattered gray and white re-condensed little by little, and the figures became thinner and thinner, continuing their monotonous and boring life of undead.

The last sound they have left in the world is the piercing and shrill sound played by shakuhachi, like the chirping of thousands of birds.

The words of the magic biology lecturer seemed quite gentle against the background of this sharp noise.

And very reasonable.

But not enough to convince Zheng Qing.

The young public fee student held the talisman gun, hooked his finger on the trigger, and his expression was a little hesitant, until someone told him a hidden worry that he was inconvenient to talk about.

"Sir, you are embarrassing Poseidon's father."

A chubby face was struggling to protrude from the blue titan's chest, his expression was a bit vague, but his words were clearly pronounced, and there was a hint of schadenfreude in his tone: "... If the scumbag doesn't make a move today, he should be beaten tomorrow night Sap."

Zheng Qing glanced at the fat face angrily.

"Brother scum?"

Gan Ning reacted for a few seconds before he realized what the code name meant, and then he remembered the special relationship between the "ordinary" little wizard in front of him and the dazzling witch in midair. He looked up again.

The criss-crossing spell lights above his head made him squint his eyes.

"You don't say it, I don't say it, no one knows that you didn't make a move today." After a long while, the young magic biology lecturer still lowered his head, sighed, and asked Zheng Qing: "...Or, you think you need me Sign a contract of silence, are you willing to stay aside honestly?"

Zheng Qing lowered the muzzle of his gun in embarrassment, and finally gave up the idea of ​​sniping that kept popping up in his mind a moment ago.

On the one hand, Su Shijun now seems to be able to do a job with ease, condescending. Although he cannot be said to have suppressed the monsters on the ground, he can be called "taking the strategic initiative". what a beautiful flower.

He realized more clearly than ever that it would be very unwise to rush into the battlefield of the two great wizards only with enthusiasm and recklessness. On this point, the Black Prison Battlefield taught him a very profound lesson. Sometimes, good intentions can also do bad things. The magic you throw may not knock down your own enemies, but may crit your teammates.

On the other hand, the complicated and flowing magic lines emerging from the monster in front of him, just like a moving cat's tail, constantly aroused the curiosity of the young public fee student.

Relying on his solid rune skills, Zheng Qing has already understood many "details" of that monster.

For example, those tiny whiskers protruding like snail tentacles on the monster's body seem to be able to extend infinitely, intertwining like muscle fibers to form thick arms covered with scales. At this moment, the arms that are held high in the air to resist Su Shijun's spell and grab those blue fox tails are born in this way.

More than once, Zheng Qing saw those arms were torn to pieces under Su Shijun's spell, and turned into tiny worm-like whiskers, crawling back onto the monster, and coming back to life again.

For another example, whenever that monster roars or uses magic power, a dense patch of tiny runes will appear on its skin, some are golden and some are silver, intertwined together, like cages and chains, holding the monster together. Bloodline and starry sky pollution are bound by each other, and they are clearly separated.

A delicate and fragile balance is maintained in the deformed body.

The young public finance student opened his eyes wide in surprise.

He admires himself for discovering so much just by "observing", but he feels that there are more details waiting for him to dig out - such as further deciphering those runes - and as long as he is given a little time, he will definitely understand more many!

"enough."

Gan Ning's not-so-tall figure stood in front of the young public fee student, blocking his sight. He looked at him meaningfully for a few times, and finally reminded lightly: "Many times, learning and exploration are not entirely positive. Positive vocabulary. A lot of knowledge, just understanding, requires you to pay a heavy price... Don't be confused by the knowledge that is actively poured into your mind, and be vigilant enough to them!"

"Okay, teacher."

The young public fee student squeezed the talisman spear in his hand, and looked away disappointedly and vigilantly. The disappointment lies in the fact that he feels as if he is about to touch the essence of the monster, and the vigilance lies in that even he himself realizes that the speed of mastering knowledge is very abnormal!

Two urgent and contradictory thoughts clashed violently in his mind, as if the two heads of a two-headed ogre were arguing. Zheng Qing even wondered if he was going to have a schizophrenia, or if the opposite head was mutated. The two-headed ogre is using some kind of weird curse to try to transform itself.

He looked around a little irritably, and was suddenly taken aback. He unconsciously tore open the magazine, ejected the blood talisman inside, and replaced it with an ordinary Bixie talisman.

Then he collected himself.

He raised his hand, aimed at a scorched black pagoda tree stump in the slope, and pulled the trigger.

That tree stump looked very normal, similar to hundreds of other equally scorched tree stumps around it, all of which were the product of the battle between the two great wizards. The upper part of their disappearing tree trunks has been turned into swirling ashes under the interaction of the Thunder Curse and the Destruction Curse, and disappeared in this world. Only the broken roots are left, lingering.

boom!

The crisp sound of the gun startled the other two spectators. The rune bullet, wrapped in the milky white Bixie spell light, precisely hit the scorched tree stump, smashing it to pieces without a doubt.

"What are you doing?" The magic biology lecturer frowned, looking at the wizard next to him who made him feel uneasy.

"I want to try."

The young public finance student squeezed the talisman gun in his hand, and his tone was a little uncertain: "I just observed the rune... those tree stumps and gray-white ghosts seem to be located at the nodes of a larger system... this level should not be given to her. Let’s add to the chaos.” Recently, transcoding has been serious, which makes us more motivated and updates faster, please move your little hands to exit the reading mode. thanks