Monster Hunting High School

The secret of the Moon Council?

Zheng Qing had seen it in the Black Prison. It was indeed a very powerful magic that could bring together the magic powers of the five senators and exert an almost legendary power.

But Su Shijun really didn't teach the secret technique of forgiveness.

Regardless of the fact that the secret technique probably requires the blood of the five major clans of the Moon Council, how could He De endure such a huge cause and effect for just an ordinary small hunting team? Has the brain of the person spreading this rumor been eaten out by zombies?

The young public-sponsored student murmured while patiently denying all kinds of strange remarks——

"No, as an instructor, Councilor Su only gave us guidance within the scope of the syllabus. The secret technique of joint attack is purely fictitious..."

"The Forgiveness Hunting Team will not recruit new members this year, thank you!"

"Councillor Su will not be present at every game in person. She still has a lot of heavy laboratory work to do..."

"The Forgiveness Hunting Team always adheres to the concept of 'faster, higher, stronger, cleaner' and demands itself..."

"You will continue to play every game well from the perspective of strength..."

"No! We don't know any news about Su Shijun's lover!"

"The Forgiveness Hunting Team's position on the hunting competition is consistent. Any violation of regulations by the hunting team must be punished. The purpose and principles of the hunting competition should be jointly safeguarded..."

"Rumors! They are all rumors...Rumors stop only with the wise!"

At the beginning, he had some reasonable answers, but as the questions became more and more strange, the wizard gradually became impatient and used the method he used to reply to letters, repeating what he had made up like a repeater. That rhetoric.

Fortunately, the number of students in Astronomy Class 08-1 was limited, and the young public-funded students were finally able to withstand the heavy pressure and squeeze through the enthusiastic crowd.

"Why don't they bother you?"

After Fatty Xin squeezed through the crowd, he sat down, complaining and tugging on his tight collar. His whole body looked like a steamed potato.

"Because I'm sick." The red-faced wizard snorted, not even bothering to open his eyes, and exuded an aura that kept strangers away from him.

The fat wizard laughed dryly.

"How do you feel?" He thrust the snack box in front of Zhang Jixin - this was a very friendly move for the fat wizard.

"Still alive."

The red-faced wizard sniffed and raised his eyes. After hesitating for a second, he picked out a dried plum from the box and threw it into his mouth. A sour expression immediately appeared on his face. He smacked it and his tone showed that A bit frustrated: "It's a bit of backlash syndrome with depleted magic power. My whole body is sore and my magic power is out of control... I feel like I won't be able to participate in tonight's trial."

"What?"

Zheng Qing, who was originally dizzy, immediately caught the key information in this sentence. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhang Jixin: "You can't participate in the game tonight?"

"It doesn't matter, there's still me, right?" Fatty Xin comforted his captain: "Squad leader Jiang hasn't had time to come on stage yet... Take a step back, even if six people in the team are vacant tomorrow, you only need to send out a recruitment notice, and the team will be divided. You can save a new hunting team in just a few minutes.”

Having said that.

"Doctor can share part of the tactical guidance tasks, and Fatty, you can take on part of the 'MT' responsibilities." Zheng Qing clapped his fingers and talked about how to play the game without a main hunter: "...Fortunately, I practiced Bofu's before. During the battle, we took turns and got familiar with our respective positions in advance.”

At the end, he sighed deeply: "I hope I won't encounter a Shattuck bird tonight."

In his impression, those ferocious flying birds with horse faces were full of momentum, and Xun Xin lacked the ability to fight in the air, so it was best not to fight them.

Next to him, Xiao Xiao was carefully wiping his bamboo slips with a piece of silk cloth. Hearing this, he snorted: "Shatak birds are a lower-level servant race in the dreamland, even higher than the ancestors." They are all low, and apart from being able to fly, they have almost no aggression... Instead of being afraid of a group of flying insects, you might as well pray that you don't encounter troublesome things like macrophage worms."

Zheng Qing followed the advice and immediately changed the content of his prayer: "...I hope you won't encounter giant worms tonight. May the Three Pure Ones bless you. Praise Namo Gatlin Bodhisattva. Merlin is above. Amen!"

…

The piety of the young public-sponsored student impressed all the gods.

During the selection match on Sunday night, during the draw, Zheng Qing was very lucky to pull out a brown egg containing Zuko from the puppet man's hat.

Although these furry brown creatures have sharp teeth and can perform simple magic, they are inherently afraid of cats. Ordinary wizards rarely know this, but as someone who has crossed the icy wilderness, For the young wizards of the Exoneration Hunting Team who have entered Ursa City, this weakness is as obvious as the lice on a bald man's head.

So, on Sunday night, at the hunting ground of the Forgiveness Hunting Team, the audience in the stands enjoyed a cat-and-mouse battle with the puppets. The young wizards used summoning spells to summon a large group of cats of various colors, chasing the Zukos around. Every time the number of Zukos exploded, they would sadly find that there were more cats on the opposite side.

What the Forgiveness Hunting Team paid for was chicken legs and dried fish from Fatty Xin's "Watch Food Store".

"Malicious waste, cruel confrontation." The fat wizard watched a Persian cat kicking away the leftover fish heads, his face full of distress: "My team will bear full responsibility for the loss tonight!"

"Reimbursement! Full reimbursement!" Zheng Qing promised.

"It also includes mental damage." Fatty Xin beat the snake with the stick and added wittily: "The fish heads wasted by these little things are enough for me to have snacks for a month."

"You can have fun tonight if you can spend it peacefully." Dr. Xiao Da sneered again and again: "And the mental loss? Will you give a confession to the hunting team if you win the game? The elder was injured in the last game and he didn't find the hunter. The team reimburses nutrition expenses!”

The fat man was immediately speechless.

But Zheng Qing reacted: "Oh, I almost forgot... We should indeed reimburse the elders for some nutritional expenses. It's not good to favor one thing over another."

Of course, Sunday's tryout wasn't the luckiest night for the team.

The luckiest moment was before the fourth trial, when Zheng Qing drew out a Tindalos Hound—a troublesome creature that was higher than Migo and the Gug Giant, and comparable to a giant worm. They live in the 'angle' of time and are relentless in chasing their prey, so they are nicknamed 'hounds'.

Because Maodou has the blood of Mhisha, Zheng Qing originally planned to ask Gouzi to be a middleman to see if he could live in peace with the hounds, but Dr. Xiao Da dissuaded the captain from this stupid idea. He just created a transparent glass ball, and then asked the five teammates to hide in the ball. The hounds were completely blinded, turning into black air and flying around the hunting ground, but they could never touch the wizards' clothes.

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Ps, when I was writing, I suddenly came up with a fat man's rap - malicious waste, cruel face, filling your stomach with my delicious food, leaving drool. I can't sleep tonight, and I can't hide my exhaustion when I get up early tomorrow. ~~Young~Young~