Monster Hunting High School

"It's really troublesome."

Sir Ulrich, the Lich Mentor, withdrew his attention from the sky above the inner castle and looked at the tall figures charging at the outer castle with shouts of 'Bo Fu Shi'. He couldn't help but frowned: "This has just begun. The wizards of the school have just started fighting." They launched the second-level battle formation... It may be difficult for our children to cope with it. "

In the minds of old-school wizards, including monsters, large-scale wars are long and cruel catastrophes. It often takes several months for both warring parties to go from entering, to testing, to fighting, fierce battles, decisive battles, and finally to the final conclusion. Even several years. Sometimes the rise of war between high-level wizards on both sides of the war will stretch the timeline, extending the battlefield to a range that spans decades or even hundreds of years from the time of the war.

Therefore, in Sir Ulrich's view, the war that broke out in the world of Hell, from the time Leviathan broke through to the departure of the four legendary beings from the battlefield, was a prelude to the full outbreak of the war. The wizards and demons were still During a probing attack.

But now, the probing attack has not yet completely ended. The wizards guarding the castle have actually launched a second-level battle formation, pushing the intensity of the war to a fierce level in an instant, which will inevitably make it feel uncomfortable.

boom!

A figure fell from a high altitude and hit the altar at Sir Ulrich's feet hard. Many of the bones building the altar were smashed away, and magma splashed everywhere.

"howl!!"

The figure rolled on the ground, turned over and got up. The five tails behind it were like long whips, making a crackling sound in the air.

As if hearing Sir Ulrich's complaint, the figure descending from the sky turned back, revealing a furry, tiger-like face, with a beeping electric light flashing on a corner of his forehead.

It looked at the Lich Mentor, opened its mouth, and its voice was like gold and stone, sonorous and cold:

"Old man, cheer up!"

"Many of the wizards on the opposite side are guys who participated in the war to open up the new world. They are not like the old-school wizards who dawdle in everything they do. They can't beat a fart with three sticks... If they can, they will definitely hope to end this war within one day. war!"

"If you have any back-ups, use them all at once!"

Sir Ulrich lowered his eyelids and looked at the arrogant red scorpion under the altar. After a long while, he slowly replied in a whisper: "You should continue to deal with that scorpion with Dororo... What happens next, There are people behind to arrange it.”

The red beast swung its tail angrily, roared at the old lich, jumped up, and rushed towards the battlefield not far away again. There, in the dim light of smoke and ground fire, there was a Scorpion with its pincers raised and its long tail upright; there were many strange birds roaring hoarsely, opening their big mouths full of fangs, and dripping like heavy acid rain. Saliva.

Jazz withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the tall mimic giants opposite him with a gloomy gaze.

The demon warriors, the undead army, and the monsters driven by Leviathan were like swarms of insects in front of those giants, flying around in all directions. The huge weapons waved in the sky would kill them if they were rubbed or knocked down. They were almost unable to deal with the wizards. attacks cause any obstruction.

Even the originally strong Hell Equation Array has become in danger. Many of the Pillars of Sauron standing in the array have been broken by the giants, and many of the Eyes of Sauron have been taken away and turned into the giants' The trophies were pressed in the center of the forehead, driven by magic power, and shot in all directions.

A thin figure fell silently next to Sir Ulrich like a fallen leaf.

It was Su Jiade, another great lich on the battlefield and a prisoner of the Black Prison.

"We can't let them continue to be arrogant."

Su Jiade clicked his mandible, and in his empty eye sockets, two deep red lights stood out: "The undead in the Black Hell are very limited...the bones are broken and can be re-glued with magic power, but the fire of the soul is extinguished, and it is very difficult to It’s hard to find a suitable replacement.”

"We also need to develop next steps."

Sir Ulrich remained silent.

It already knows that in the original black prison, the most precious thing is the existence full of magic power - whether it is magma, stone, or dead body - therefore, the black prison world is not like other other worlds that the undead have conquered, which have been buried underground for countless years. The accumulated undead resources are huge.

Dead prisoners will be quickly eaten by other prisoners; their bones, if all their magic power is lost, will be polished into weapons or magic weapons. If there is still a little bit of magic power, they will be eaten by hungry prisoners who suffer from a lack of magic power. Suck it carefully until it is chewed into bone powder and swallowed into your stomach, not a single bit is wasted.

"It's really... it's too fast." Sir Ulrich was not a rigid person. After confirming that he was at a disadvantage on the frontal battlefield, he did not hesitate for too long. He just sighed lowly and opened his arms again. arm:

"The drought is so cruel that it feels like burning!"

"Bo Xi is coming, he is the pioneer of Shu Shu."

"The divine tool stops drunkenness, and the emperor's corpse is carried!"

"Zhaoyun, the peach insect, fights with the flying bird!"

The wind of darkness blows out from the deepest part of the abyss, and it is cold and icy. Even though there are two suns above the head shining infinite light, and the hot magma is rolling and flowing underground, it still cannot stop the chill from spreading on the battlefield.

The low incantations were the songs of ancient wizards in the tower. The sounds were weird. To the wizards, it sounded like slender wires scraping against the glass, sharp and harsh. But to the ears of demons and undead, it sounded like the lullaby of a mother in front of a crib. , Soft and melodious, making them intoxicated.

The ghostly wind rolled up the magma, and strands of it were like blood vessels, hanging on the bodies of the undead; the flesh and blood of the dead monsters' remains, like moths flying into the flames, fell on the hot blood vessels, wrapping them up one after another, In the end, large oval eggs were wrapped, and the hot magma and flesh overlapped each other on the eggshells, outlining dazzling and complex magic patterns.

Further away, the insect monsters that surged towards the outer castle like a tide receded like a tide. But they did not go away, but started to devour each other not far from the wizard.

The swarm of insects, which originally worked closely together like precision instruments, started to fight each other without mercy. The broken limbs and horns were like black snowflakes in the sky. The rustling and gnawing sound frightened even the most daring wizards.

It only took a short time for the demon alliance to spawn hundreds of red and black giant eggs at the forward position. The red giant egg contains the Drought Demon made of flesh and blood by the undead, and the black giant egg contains the Imperial Insect that the insect monster has raised using the method of raising gu.

The wizards did not sit back and watch Sir Ulrich's natural disaster magic.

However, countless undead and insect monsters were not afraid of death and swarmed forward, firmly blocking the steps of the giants from the place where the giant eggs were hatched. The dead souls and insect monsters, under the magical summons of Sir Ulrich, turned into streams of light and fell back on the giant eggs, urging them to mature faster.