Monster Hunting High School

The silent forest at night is not friendly, in every sense of the word.

The image of the photo stone is shaking a bit, and you can clearly hear the patrolman's heavy breathing and rustling footsteps. It is precisely because of this that it brings out the quietness, darkness and desolation of the forest.

The patrol followed a tributary of the Silent River - an unknown creek. The creek meandered down from the mountain, gurgling. There were few open spaces where it passed, and there were scattered stones and stones everywhere. Lush bushes and gloomy trees covered the sky, casting everything in dark shadow.

The fluctuating magic power, eye-catching light balls, and vigilant eyes made the peeping figures in the depths of the forest retreat quietly. No magical creature will challenge the school patrol on Phuket Island.

Even today's patrol looks a little weak.

Along the way, the wizards from the North District performed their duties very well - helping rabbits trapped in vines escape from traps, repairing magic marks bitten by rats, and driving away red chain snakes and ghouls approaching the campus. , and most importantly, set up alarm devices at every node where the black tide may pass.

These alarm devices are talisman boards made of locust wood, which are nailed to the thick tree trunks by the patrolmen. They are used to monitor the fluctuations of the surrounding magic and changes in the air. If the magic power of this big tree passes through at a certain period of time, The noise increases significantly and lasts for a period of time. If it exceeds a certain threshold, the talisman board will break, alerting the monitors far away on Gudiao Street.

It is true that this simple alarm device often produces false alarms, such as sending the highest alarm to Gudiao Street because of a group of passing tree monkey frogs or two poisonous horned beasts dueling. However, due to funding and magic capabilities, this is already a problem. This is the limit of what the wizards in the North District can achieve.

After all, First University would not open the core monitoring system of the guardian circle to a group of wizards who use frogs to cast spells.

Suddenly, the image of the image stone stopped.

The patrol captains watching this video on both sides of the hall sat up straight and focused their attention more. If luck really has to pay a price, then what they see next may be what this price looks like.

A gloved hand appeared in the sight of the patrolman wearing a photo stone. The hand quickly made a few gestures, instructing the team members to stay quiet, spread out their positions, and pay attention to the surrounding environment.

Soon, the patrol leaders in the hall realized what was happening.

In the quiet silent forest, there was a ticking sound. It was completely different from running water, but it was hard to describe. It was like the sound of ice water falling when the icicles under the eaves melted in early spring, but it was not as crisp and clear as the ticking sound. There is a sticky feeling in it.

"It stinks!"

Someone in the patrol covered his nose and cursed in a low voice: "Has the water god of this creek turned into a rotting spirit?"

The gloved hand once again made a quiet gesture and waved twice more in emphasis. This time, no patrolman made a sound, but the occasional muffled hum still reminded the captains watching the video of the impact those patrollers were suffering.

The patrol stood still for several minutes.

Those messy ticking sounds disappeared, and there was deathly silence all around. Not only the insects, but also the sound of the wind, the rustling of leaves, and even the gurgling of the creek disappeared completely. There seemed to be a huge mouth in the darkness, swallowing up all sounds. A faint shimmer floated on the surrounding thick tree trunks, as if starlight had been torn from the sky and plated on the tree trunks.

The gloved hand made a few more gestures, instructing the patrol to follow the direction of the sound.

The picture in the photo stone shook again, but this time, the shaking of the picture became very slight. It was obvious that the patrolmen were very cautious.

Gradually, the ticking sound appeared again in the picture. As the distance got closer and closer, other strange noises began to appear besides the ticking sounds - it sounded like many people walking or running together, and there was the sound of breaking branches. , there are the sounds of stepping into the mud, the sound of stepping on water flowers, and the sound of brushing aside bushes and branches.

The patrol team became more and more cautious, and the picture on the photo stone would shake slightly after a long time.

The patrolman wearing the photo stone suddenly took out a piece of parchment and a quill from his pocket, and then, using the faint moonlight leaking from the tree canopy, he scrawled a few lines of words on the parchment——

"The surrounding area is getting stinky. It smells like the decay of some huge creature."

"I felt pain in my head like a needle prick, and occasionally I could see some vague visions, as if there were huge creatures waving tentacles watching us...but I'm not sure if this was an illusion."

"I don't think it's the leader's intention to delve deeper into this place."

"I'm sweating all over and shivering. I don't know if I can hold on."

"I suspect all my frogs are dead."

"If I hadn't gone back, I hope someone would get this picture stone and tell the great sage that we didn't embarrass the wizards of the North District..."

This was the last line left by the patrolman. The row of ellipsis at the end was so heavy that it even penetrated the thick parchment. All messages, including those pierced ellipses, are clearly reflected in the image recorded on the photo stone.

The reason why the patrolman stopped leaving messages was not because he was killed, but because the gloved hand reappeared on the screen and made a few gestures to signal the team members to start retreating.

But this time, they didn't succeed.

The forest suddenly became silent, and all strange sounds disappeared at the same time. However, this dead silence only lasted for a few seconds. The next moment, a low sound mixed with buzzing and wowing sounded from all directions.

Deep in the hall on the second floor of the Sakura Tavern, an orange light suddenly lit up on the black high-backed chair, brushing over every North District wizard elite behind the long tables on both sides of the hall, blocking the sound coming from the image stone. Sound hurts them.

It should be some voices, because there are obvious pauses and tones, as well as words full of emotions, but no one can understand what those words mean, including Kolma. Even she can only understand the meaning of those voices. I could hear great malice and deep darkness.

The gloved hand appears for the last time in the photo stone.

This time, he didn't make any complicated gestures, he just waved hard, and at the same time, a hoarse cry came from the screen: "Run! Scatter and escape!"

The sound suddenly stopped, because hundreds of black ropes suddenly fell from the dark forest. The ends of the ropes were bulging, like the hooves of some kind of creature, but they were not hard at all. They were squirming in the night, constantly changing their appearance. .

There was a sound of tearing in the photo, a deep red was spilled, a rope rolled up the shadow of a suspected broken body and retracted into the darkness, and the patrolman with the photo stone ran away frantically, causing violent shaking. picture.

The scene finally freezes in a pool at the bend of the creek.

The figure of the patrolman wearing the photo stone was reflected on the water. He was a young man with a pair of smart brown eyes and beautiful black curly hair. However, at this moment, those smart eyes were full of panic and fear. despair.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something last.

At a high place that he couldn't see, in the darkness, several dark ropes hung down, and they were slowly wrapping around his neck.

The scene ends abruptly.

in the hall.

Kolma did not speak, but the captains behind the long tables on both sides stood up and observed a moment of silence for that brave patrolman and that brave patrol team.