Hunting High School

Zheng Qing leaned on the patrol stick, slightly arched his body, panting lightly.

Although the road conditions in the forest at night were relatively complicated, I was misled by some strange-shaped bushes on the way to pursue, and took a few detours.

But fortunately, the effect of the swift armored horse talisman is quite good.

Finally stopped the damned murloc just as it was about to escape into the lake, the young public finance student thought complacently, and looked down at the two armored horses tied to his legs.

The vermilion talisman slowly changed color along the traces of the strokes, and half of the talisman had turned into burnt black. This means that the two armored horses have just been used halfway, and they can last for a long time.

At least five more minutes, the young wizard thought, staring at the slow-paced murloc leader opposite him, not intending to tear off the talisman paper from his leg.

He didn't know if he could deal with this dangerous aquatic creature freely, and if he was unable to do so, he still had to make sufficient preparations for retreat.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and read books recently, change sources, and read aloud with many timbres, yeguoyuedu Android and Apple are all available. 】

The moon has passed its highest peak tonight and is slowly descending.

The pale moonlight shot straight from behind Zheng Qing, casting a thick black, slender shadow in front of him.

Iseni grinned, and smiled maliciously at the red-robed wizard in front of him, showing his sharp teeth.

This is not the first time it has been interrupted by the wizards of the patrol team, but it is the first time it has been blocked by the wizards on the way home.

It was a novel experience. The young murloc stretched his fingers and opened the fins on his back a little wider.

It didn't feel at all that the weak wizard in front of it could stop its progress.

Zheng Qing frowned.

He noticed that his shadow's head had been trampled underfoot by the Damn it murloc.

Perhaps because of the direct moonlight, the scale armor on the opposite murloc shone brightly, as if even the surrounding dark trees and grass were much illuminated.

And the murloc's ferocious face and sharp fangs were particularly conspicuous in the bright light.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." The young public finance student encouraged himself from the bottom of his heart: "This is the First University...I have a patrol stick=...I have a suppression talisman...I have a binding spell...I have an amulet."

He muttered to himself, and hurriedly took out the talisman from the gray cloth bag.

This move obviously surprised the murloc on the opposite side, its eyes paused for a moment on the young wizard's robe.

As a relatively flexible murloc, Iseni, who had a lot of experience in trading with wizards, easily made a judgment.

"...Hiss...newcomer..." Iseni's eyes widened, and he admired Zheng Qing's daring to pursue alone: ​​"Hiss...a true warrior...I will do my best to repay your courage...hiss... "

Before the hissing sound came to an end, it snapped off a branch of the sour jujube tree beside it, waved it in its hand, and wiped the feel of it.

The stick pressed against the air, making a menacing whine.

The murloc nodded in satisfaction, swung its dorsal fin, and strode towards the red-robed wizard blocking the way.

...

Zheng Qing stuck the patrol team's wooden staff into the soil under his feet, and opened the Dharma book in his arms.

To his own surprise, facing the menacing murloc leader approaching, Zheng Qing's original panic dissipated a lot unconsciously.

Although the mind is still a little blank, but the spirit is particularly concentrated because of the abnormal excitement.

Yes, excited.

It's like seeing ghosts wailing beside the earthen grave in the wilderness for the first time; it's like casting a talisman for the first time, watching the yellow paper bloom in the green smoke; it's like stepping into the Four Seasons Square with Thomas for the first time.

It's just a new adventure, he said to himself in his heart, placing his hand on the open book.

"Ge Zhitanxi..."

The high-pitched sound of incantations startled the birds and elves resting on the branches.

The birds fluttered their wings, chirping and complaining about the noise under the trees. The tree spirits stared wide-eyed, looking blankly at the dim world around them. As diurnal creatures, their vision in the dark is almost zero.

The spell is over, but the tremors of magic are just beginning.

A pale green light rose from the dharma book and dissipated in the dark night.

As if aware of the unease in the surrounding air, the birds closed their beaks quickly, but still jumped restlessly between the branches; while the tree sperm became more and more quiet, and just moved their bodies deeper into the tree nest .

Maybe the overgrown surroundings add to the spell.

In just the blink of an eye, four or five arm-thick vines protruded from the void, unceremoniously rolled towards the tall murloc.

Iseni, who was running around, couldn't avoid it, and was immediately wrapped up firmly by these lively rattans.

"Instant kill."

Zheng Qing fixed his eyes on the murloc, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's just that this smile appeared a little earlier.

Slippery like a fish, it is really an appropriate description for a murloc.

A large amount of transparent slime suddenly seeped out from under Iseni's scales, and painted on the vines that restrained it. Then the murloc sucked in his breath and shrunk his bones, shook his head and tail, and broke free from the slippery rattan in the blink of an eye.

"...his...despicable wizard...his...duel like warriors!"

The tall murloc shook off the slime all over his body, brandished the wooden stick, and charged again.

...

Not far from the battle location.

In the forest by the lake, in the shadow of a large willow tree.

Two old voices were talking slowly.

"He's a freshman this year, right... Are you so relieved to let him face Little Iseni? You know, that kid has already inspired the tide bloodline. If it wasn't for the restrictions of the Witch League, I would have wanted him to stay at Alpha Academy for a while." For a while."

Moonlight leaked slightly from the willow branches and fell on the speaker.

This is an old murloc whose whole body is snow white and whose scales have almost fallen off.

Its eyeballs looked like those of a patient with severe cataracts, they were extremely cloudy, looking at the lake without focus. The fins on the back drooped weakly, and seemed to be broken, revealing many suspicious holes. Only the two long beards at the corners of the mouth are smooth and recognizable, shining charming colors in the moonlight.

The old murloc leaned on a crutch that was much taller than him in his big wrinkled hands. The head of the stick is a leaping carp, with a string of silver rings hanging from the fish's lips. Following its wheezing and wheezing, the rings collided slightly, making tiny tinkling sounds.

"Jade can't be cut, it can't be used...how will you know if you don't try it." Another voice replied.

"Hiss..." The old murloc laughed strangely: "Verne... Verne...you are still so conceited... You know, jade is the easiest to break when it is carved."

"Cracked?" Elder Verne laughed gruffly: "I'm watching here, you are watching here, if it's still broken, what else can I say?"

The old murloc fell silent for a moment.