Monster Hunting High School

In the real world, if you hate everything in front of you, just close your eyes and listen to the sound of wind and rain silently.

But in the dream world, this method doesn't work.

Because the wind in the dream world is not the flow of air when hot and cold mix, and the rain is not water droplets condensed into water vapor.

Wrapped in the raindrops in the dream world are images of a certain corner and moment in the real world; entangled in the wind in the dream world are various broken emotions that people in the real world once had, as well as those that are about to fade away. memory.

So the rain here is colder than outside, and the wind is more suffocating.

In the past, Nikita had only read about the wind and rain in this world in books, and had imagined how pleasant it would be to swim in such wind and rain with the wizard with a pair of green eyes.

Until today, she was walking in such wind and rain, but the fantasy she had had in her heart was long gone, and the pair of green eyes beside her were gone. There was only a monotonous face like white porcelain, carefully following her footsteps. .

This is the enchanted forest.

A forest deep in a dreamland.

In this forest full of magic and mystery, there are countless low but thick oak trees twisted and coiled, forming passages made of branches, bushes and mushrooms.

These passages extend in all directions, not only connecting various areas of the dreamland, but also breaking through the constraints of time and space to connect certain corners of the real world.

Nikita came here because he wanted to add some powerful combat power to his army of monsters. Some Silent Forests don't have reinforcements that can scare the old school veterans.

Such as ghouls, gug giants, night-daunts, cold spiders, giant worms, etc.

"Those monsters look very powerful, why didn't you accept their sincerity?" Faceless asked in a thin, flattering voice - Nikita did not allow it to paint her mouth, nor did it allow it to paint her mouth. It uses her voice. So Faceless finally drew himself a small mouth that impressed him deeply in memory.

The banshee clasped her hands behind her back, raised her head, and closed her eyes as she walked on the dark humus layer of the enchanted forest. She felt the raindrops from the dreamland passing through the treetops and falling on her eyebrows, and felt the small wind full of emotions. .

The wind vaguely brought screams from behind the trees not far away, but this did not affect her mood of understanding nature at all.

Wrapped around her wrist was a small black snake with three heads that was as thick as a chopstick - it was a gift given to her by the captain of the Mist, a three-headed black dragon that had lived in the Silent Forest for a long time.

The two heads of the black dragon were put together, and they fell asleep soundly amidst the sound of wind and rain in the dreamland. The head that was awake opened its bloody mouth full of fangs and looked at the head behind the banshee with evil intentions. Faceless demon.

After a long time after the faceless question disappeared in the sound of wind and rain, Nikita seemed to have just heard its question.

"It's too weak, so it's useless."

She still raised her head, closed her eyes, and replied in a very soft voice: "Only in this world can they show a certain degree of strength... Even compared with the most depraved monsters, they are too ugly and... They are dirty. No magic is needed, just drag them into the sun and they will turn into a puff of smoke. They are of no use to us."

"Sounds like those cheap blood slaves."

"Blood slaves are a breed of vampires transformed according to certain characteristics of demons and ghosts."

After the questions and answers, the forest fell into silence again.

Not far away, the screams from behind the trees continued, mixed with the noise of falling trees.

Nikita likes the wind and rain in this world very much. They water her dry heart and remind her of many distant but beautiful memories before her fall. Therefore, she remained greedily silent.

Wu is indifferent to the wind and rain. He feels that the wind and rain here are mixed with a lot of buzzing noise, just like mosquitoes in the outside world. The only reason for its silence is that it doesn't know what to say.

After all, it has no face, and its mouth is borrowed from someone else.

It has this new mouth and doesn’t like talking very much.

…

When several young wizards from the Forgiveness Hunting Team passed through the magic mirror passage and entered the dreamland, several lightning bolts flashed across the sky above the enchanted forest, and the rumbling thunder woke up the entire forest. All the faint screams in the forest were suppressed.

Nikita finally opened her eyes.

Faceless looked at her in panic, then looked around.

"Is this the world's rejection of us?" It had rarely seen such a scene, so there was great uneasiness in its voice: "Is it because we have treated the indigenous people too harshly?"

Nikita looked across the gaps in the leaves and looked at the silvery white lightning in the air.

"No," she frowned slightly, with a smile on her lips, but her voice sounded very cold: "Both we and the aborigines are too weak, so weak that the world will not notice the life and death of ants like us. "

"Those thunder and lightning..."

"That's a warning." The banshee replied: "As the saying goes, dreams come from the heart, and the heart creates cause and effect. Everything we encounter in the dreamland is closely related to the cause and effect involved in us. This is not what the world does to us. Exclusion, but His reminder to us.”

"remind?"

"Remind us that we will meet some interesting traveling companions on our journey to Dreamland."

There is no difference between day and night in the enchanted forest. The rich oak branches and leaves are intertwined and almost cover the entire sky. Colorful clouds flow in the air, bringing beams of dim light to the canopy; various rare mushrooms shed patches of phosphorescence, lighting up the even darker oak feet.

The screams not far away finally subsided a little.

The banshee led her companions forward, bypassing a tall oak tree and arriving at a forest clearing.

In the center of the clearing, a huge monster with a height of twenty feet was sitting paralyzed. Its body is covered with black hair, and its arms are divided into two branches at the front, like some kind of mutated multi-armed race; its vertically growing mouth is full of yellowed teeth, and the eyes on both sides of its skull are shining charmingly. pink light.

This is a gug giant.

At this moment, its two forearms were twisted to the sides in a very unnatural way, and it was obvious that more than just the bones were broken. In its mouth, only a few roots of those yellowed teeth were left, trembling on the gums covered with mucus.

Its pink eyes were filled with humiliation and flattery.

Gug giants have no language, and they generally communicate through facial expressions and body movements. Because of the fractured forearm, it was unable to use body movements, so it could only twist the muscles on its face, trying to express its grateful surrender to the two witches in front of it.

It's just ugly, which makes its twisted expression look particularly ferocious.