Monster Hunting High School

The old fishman who picked up Lin Guo and led the fishman tribe at the bottom of the lake hurriedly out of the water was Professor Garcia.

As a teacher at First University, compared to his closed-minded and exclusive relatives at the bottom of the lake, Professor Garcia is more familiar with the communication logic of the wizarding world, and his thinking is more thoughtful. Therefore, after the school's guardian array appeared over the fishman reservation, , it immediately rushed back to the bottom of the lake, fearing that this accident was caused by some crazy radical fishmen at the bottom of the lake.

The results have been mixed.

Fortunately, the murloc tribe at the bottom of the lake was also in chaos, including the tribe elders, priests and young murloc leaders. No one knew what happened. They only knew that an ivy suddenly grew out of the lake, and then the lake looked like it was blooming. Making a fuss like a pot.

At least the trouble was not caused by the fish people in the reservation, which made Professor Garcia breathe a sigh of relief.

But as the saying goes, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. The fish people knew nothing about the origin of the ivy, which not only reassured Professor Garcia, but also worried him at the same time.

The world of magic is as beautiful as it is dangerous.

No one knows where the ivy came from, or whether the demon on the ivy has sneaked into the tribe at the same time. Therefore, after communicating with Professor Garcia, the chief elder of the fishman tribe immediately ordered the selection of strong and agile fishman guards to explore around to ensure the safety of the bottom of the lake. At the same time, all the priests were called together, taking the totems that the fishman tribe had worshiped for a long time, and headed to the place where the ivy was born.

The bottom of the lake was slippery and the water was freezing cold. It had been a long time since he had been to the bottom of the lake. Professor Garcia stepped on the smooth pebbles and kept slipping, attracting frequent glances from other murlocs and making the old murloc look quite embarrassed.

It tugged at the robe on its body that had become extra heavy after being stained with water, and muttered: "This wizard's robe is really not suitable for activities in the water."

"You have lived on the shore for too long, and you will inevitably overlook this detail." The elder of the fishman tribe, who was all white and with almost all his scales, patted Professor Garcia's dorsal fin comfortingly, took a few breaths, and whispered "But it is our fish-men's instinct to move in the water. If you take a few more steps, you can regain the feeling."

These words made Professor Garcia feel much more comfortable.

Although Linzhong Lake is large, the fishman tribe has settled here for many years. Under the leadership of the fishman who is familiar with the water conditions, the group soon arrived at the place where the ivy sprouted.

It was different from what Professor Garcia had imagined.

The ivy did not grow from the mud at the bottom of the lake, but grew directly from the cold, dark water in the middle of the lake.

There is no light in the water, so the ivy emerges dimly from the shadow where light and darkness meet, winding upward like a phantom. The higher you go, the brighter the light, and the illusory figure of the ivy becomes more solid, until it emerges from the water. The ivy completely turns virtual into reality and appears on the surface of Linzhong Lake.

Professor Garcia tried to hit the ivy with his staff in the water.

The head of the staff was covered with a flash of white light, bringing up a series of bubbles and rippling water waves, and then it passed through the ivy with ease. Several other fish-men elders also used their own methods, but they could only see the lake water flowing through the webs of their fingers, and the green vines undulating with the water. A group of old fishmen finally confirmed that the ivy in the water was not an entity, but a shadow between reality and reality.

"This is no longer a situation we can handle." The elder of the fish-man tribe looked at the vine shadow swaying with the water with a heavy face, and a few bubbles escaped from the two long beards at the corners of his mouth: "Magic involving space and dimensions , we must ask the school’s great wizard to take action... Can you invite Professor Yao?"

The last word, it was to Professor Garcia.

Professor Garcia very much recognized the judgment of the great elder, but he did not have much confidence in whether he could ask Professor Yao - or any great wizard to take action.

In normal times, this would not be difficult, but as far as Garcia knows, many high-level wizards at First University, including Professor Yao, are not in school at the moment.

"I can try," it couldn't refuse the tribe's entrustment. It could only mumble, raised its head, and took a deep look at the ivy that swayed slightly with the water: "...I hope it will stay like this before the school handles it. Quiet."

Before he finished speaking, there was a surge of water in the distance.

The old fish people looked back one after another.

A moment later, Iseni, the most prestigious fish-man of the younger generation, slid in front of the elders with a wave of water, carrying a thick bone rod in his hand.

"There is a monster in the lake," the young fishman said in a panicked tone, which was completely different from his usual arrogance: "It does not belong to Linzhong Lake, and it may not even belong to the Silent River! I have never seen that kind of monster! "

"What kind of monster?" A fishman priest waved his hand to create a bubble, which landed on Iseni's head.

The bubbles suddenly burst, scattering little bits of starlight, soothing the young fishman's dejected mood.

"It looks like a sheep." After coming back to his senses, Iseni didn't have time to feel ashamed. He danced and gestured and described it to the elders: "It has two coiled horns, and its body is dark, half of it is burning, and the other half is normal... ...It seems to have a lot of legs... Those flames look like Kraken's tentacles!"

"Where are its eyes?" Professor Garcia's heart skipped a beat and he quickly asked.

The young fishman was stunned for a moment, and then murmured in reply: "The eyes... the eyes should be black. The bottom of the water is too dark, so we can't see clearly... Several of our friends were burned by the fire on the black sheep. He immediately lost consciousness..."

Professor Garcia held his staff in one hand, like other tribal elders. But the other hand was put in his pocket, and the index and middle fingers were crossed quietly - this is a way of praying and blessing that only wizards can do. The old fishman hopes that the tribe can receive the blessings of the ancestors and wizards.

"Let's go over and take a look." It looked back at the tribe's chief elder.

The snow-white old fishman shook the staff in his hand. The carp wooden sculpture hanging on the head of the staff danced uneasily, and the silver ring on the fish's mouth collided crazily, making a dull sound.

"There's no need for us to go there," it breathed twice, then turned to look in the direction Iseni was swimming in: "It's already here."

Professor Garcia glanced at the empty lake and was wondering if the elder was dazzled.

But the next moment, it opened its eyes in horror - beside the ivy that was empty a few seconds ago, a black sheep figure appeared at some point. Just like Iseni described before, it was half normal and half burning. Body.

The dark red flames burned quietly in the lake, and there was a thick shadow covering the firelight. They jumped together with the burning flames, like illusory tentacles.

After just a few more glances, the tribal totems originally carried by the priests clicked and made an ominous breaking sound.