Monster Hunting High School

"Tum!!"

The dull and majestic drum beat suddenly sounded, echoing in the empty First Square. The chatter of discussions that had been heard in the room disappeared in an instant.

Zheng Qing lowered his head and glanced at the pocket watch in his hand.

Eight forty-five.

There is only a quarter of an hour left before the trial begins. The young wizard subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief - this sound of drums proved that the school would not throw them into the so-called 'testing ground' with a blind eye. Whether it was to cheer them up before leaving or to pray for blessings, after all, it was better than saying nothing. It's more reassuring to say.

He raised his head and looked forward through the gap, and saw a tall old wizard with silver hair shawl coming out of the crowd, holding a shoulder-high staff, standing in front of all the black and gray robe wizards, Stopped in front of a large square of students.

It was Professor Charles from Alpha College.

Zheng Qing was deeply impressed by this old wizard. When he entered the school last year, it was this old man who greeted the new students in the first square and the first hall. At the same time, Professor Charles is also the deputy dean of Alpha Academy. Although he is not a great wizard, he is familiar with general affairs. Many activities of the school will be led and hosted by him.

"Tum! Tum!!"

"Tum!"

There were a few dull drum beats again. Zheng Qing followed the sound, and this time, he finally saw the location of the big drums. Surrounding the first square, every time the drum beats, a large drum several meters high will slowly emerge, hanging in the void, and there are several large flags surrounding it, either red or gold, blue or white, whatever. One thing is enough.

The drumsticks, which look like the thigh bones of giant beasts, dance in the air, outlining concise lines in the void, vaguely depicting scenes of ancient wizards hunting, and the air is filled with an ancient and vast atmosphere.

After the three-way drumming, Professor Charles raised the staff in his hand, his silver hair shawl fluttering in the wind, and the drumming stopped.

Zheng Qing narrowed his eyes slightly.

It's not that he has any objections to the vice-dean of the Alpha Academy, but when Professor Charles raised his staff, the sun in the sky rose to the position behind his head - this may be just a coincidence, but Zheng Qing I even believe that this is a ceremony that has been arranged by the school.

Under the dazzling sunlight, Professor Charles's face and even figure looked a little blurry, but his figure was made extraordinarily tall. On the contrary, the school emblem on the Chinese Gate a little further away looks particularly bright in the morning sun.

A hint of understanding arose in the young wizard's heart. Perhaps this scene was to downplay the identity of the host and strengthen the concept of a school or a group.

"I'm Professor Charles."

In front of the stage, the old wizard's deep voice slowly sounded, clearly echoing in the ears of every student:

"Welcome to the freshman trial of First University... Although you are no longer freshmen, in the eyes of us, the old students at the school, and your seniors who have graduated, you are still freshmen."

"Just like what was said in the agreement reached between First University and the Wizards Alliance and the dozens of large hunting groups in the alliance three hundred years ago - be brave, fearless, and united, face the most real hunting ground, accept Only through the baptism of faith and blood can young wizards truly grow up."

"This was supposed to be a trial that you should have gone through before you became a true First University student!"

"Tum!!"

The dull drum beat suddenly sounded, seeming to bring an end to Professor Charles's words, reminding him to pay attention to the time and not to indulge too much in the heavy history; it also seemed to remind some absent-minded students in the team to cheer up and not to Distracted.

The old wizard in front of the stage was silent for a moment, and then the conversation suddenly changed:

"Every young wizard standing here is brave, just like your parents, and your parents' parents. What the long history has given you, in addition to the wisdom of your ancestors, is also the spirit condensed in the blood—— As great as they are, as fearless as they are, as loyal to the interests of First University, and even all wizards in the Alliance!"

"I can't guarantee that your future will be smooth sailing."

"But I can be sure that your future will be dark - because in front of you, there are countless ferocious demons, endless charming temptations, hardships, dangers, and disagreements. The last point is particularly important, because disagreements don't just appear. Between you and the demons, and between you and your companions - and every wizard who can break through those darkness will be as bright as the sun above my head!"

Wow! !

Many students in the audience couldn't help but clapped their hands, feeling that what the old man said was really great. Especially at the end, when he raised his hand and pointed at the sun, everyone seemed to feel that that was their goal and that they could become the sun.

"As expected of Alpha College." Zhang Jixin curled his lips amidst the applause, with disdain on his face: "I feel like everyone in that college is good at demagoguery - just like Soprano."

Zheng Qing laughed secretly.

Since Soprano defeated Sir Friedman and became the new ‘Augustus’, Zheng Qing heard this name from Zhang Jixin more and more frequently. This is probably due to the influence of his brother.

But one thing, the red-faced wizard was right. Professor Charles was worthy of being an Alpha. Here, in his speech to all the students of First University, he even talked about words like 'bloodline' as if nothing had happened. Simply admirable.

After adjusting to the light, Zheng Qing could clearly see that several old wizards behind Professor Charles had dissatisfied expressions on their faces, and some of them even openly whispered to each other.

On the podium, Professor Charles raised his hand and pressed it down slightly, and the wave of applause immediately dissipated.

"You live in an age full of divisions, threats and contradictions!"

He raised his voice slightly and spoke faster: "The demons are ferocious and barbaric, the old gods are chaotic and crazy, and there are countless shadows in the darkness ready to move, and the school needs you to learn to face all of this! We need you to welcome everything that is coming. !”

“Welcome like a petrel flying toward the storm!”

“Welcome like a tamarisk tree rooted in the desert!”

"Welcome like a dragon leaping over the dragon gate!"

There was an urge to applaud again, but the professor immediately raised his hand decisively and made a quiet gesture to suppress the sparse sounds that had just arisen:

"The trial is a rehearsal for you to face all this. In the trial field, all you can rely on are the blank Dharma books in your hands, pen and ink, cinnabar, and your companions."

"Feel this lesson well, feel the meaning of life, and then find real strength from it."

"This is the beginning of your learning."

"Merlin bless you."

"We wish you well."