Hunting College

　　 The black cat drilled out a thick curtain, fell on the floor lightly, stretched his body comfortably, yawned, exposing his mouth full of fangs.

　　Perhaps it was those fangs that threatened another fat cat in the house. The fat cat that was originally surrounded by Fatty Xin's bed suddenly raised an ear, and the slight purring in his throat also stopped for a few seconds.

　　 But soon, the fat cat's pricked ears drooped again, and the purring continued. Because of its dull thinking in sleep, it has judged that there is no real threat in the room.

　　 From beginning to end, the black cat didn't pay attention to the reaction of another "kind" in the dormitory.

After jumping out of the bed, he slipped to the desk, opened the drawer skillfully, picked out the jade charms that had been prepared yesterday, hung it around his neck, and then took a last look at the 403 dormitory at six o'clock in the morning—Dylan’s coffin. It’s still vacant. It’s estimated that it will take another half an hour to finish the night course and come back to sleep; Xiao Xiao sleeps very quietly, more like a dead person than Dylan; Fatty Xin is worthy of his plump body, sleeps like a pig, snoring The trembling of the sky echoed with the fat cat group at the end of his bed, which matched each other.

　　 and the group of little elves he raised, hanging out of his drapery three to five five, with a slight breath gleaming light green light all over the body.

　　 Zheng Qing feels that his little elves are getting more and more used to wizards.

　　 On Saturday morning, the campus is as clean as ever.

　　 The black cat walked briskly across the moist grass, dewy bushes, and a fluffy blossom of flowers, and quickly slipped to the shore of Linzhong Lake. There is a shortcut near the lake bank that allows him to reach the edge of Beta Town as quickly as possible.

　　 The morning air is very fresh, but the view is not good. The thin mist flowed on the lake, obscuring the distant scenery. The white pagoda on the small island in the center of the lake still stood there quietly, like an ascetic monk facing the wall. As far as he could see, the black cat could not see a wizard. Even the big red birds and white buffaloes roaming the lake on weekdays were gone.

　　 Of course, those missing animals may also be related to several uninvited guests on the distant shore.

　　Because a few low-level murlocs are half-floating on the surface of the simple dock on the side of the Zhonghu Lake, under the cover of the morning mist, they polish their stone tools on a large bluestone that is exposed to the water.

The method of judging them as low-level murlocs is simple: if they are closer, the murlocs with more stinky body, dirty and dull scales, and no ornaments on the fins are classified as low-level murlocs; Far away, you can also observe the tools used by murlocs. Those who use stone tools must belong to low-level murlocs.

　　 Unlike the Wizarding World, the Murloc Tribe still retains many ancient institutional arrangements, and the tribe’s class division is very serious. The murloc elders with mana and strength, because they control the right to deal with the school, are quite face-to-face on the school side, so they are no different from ordinary wizards in daily food and clothing.

　　 But the bottom murlocs, especially those who are physically disabled and weak, don’t even have metal weapons for hunting. If he hadn't deliberately investigated the current situation of the murloc tribe, Zheng Qing could hardly believe that in the 21st century, in the highly developed wizarding world, there are still some civilizations that use stone tools when hunting.

"Just rely on those Paleolithic things, still want to splash in the academy? What do those murloc elders think." The black cat thought of this idea in his mind, but he didn't stop at his feet, and lightly slid through the water. The barrier formed by the golden leaf privet.

　　 When leaving the lake, the black cat turned his head, and finally glanced at the busy corners of the murlocs.

　　 Through the soft mist, he vaguely saw a few figures in white robes appearing beside the murloc, and then a murloc slammed into the bottom of the lake, smashed out a few splashes, and splashed into the air.

　　 "What do the Alpha people do?" With this doubt, the black cat shook his head, and disappeared into the low hole in the corner. He vaguely felt that the figures in the white robes were a bit familiar.

　　 But it doesn’t matter.

　　 No matter what those white robes are going to do, it has nothing to do with him.

　　 The most important thing for him today is to participate in Colmar’s magic ritual in a proper manner, then leave the Silent Forest safely, and finally return to the dormitory completely.

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"What are you looking at?"

Andrew Taylor noticed that his companion was a little out of control, pulled his sleeves, and lowered his voice to remind: "Pay attention, don’t get distracted when dealing with them... These beasts are stupid, but they are very sensitive. They think you underestimate them and will not let it go."

He came to Zhonghu today for two things. One is to convey some instructions from His Excellency Seprano to the lake, and the other is to find the murloc Iseni, and join him later in the Cheung Kei Club Private Hunting Ground A small hunting club held in China.

In any case, Iseni is still a member of the "Ouroboros Hunting Team"~www.readwn.com~ Especially in this sensitive time period, inviting Iseni can highlight the Alpha Academy’s importance to the Murloc tribe. stand by.

　　 After hearing the captain's words, Julian retracted his gaze, his eyes a little hesitant. This black-haired, fine-eyed young wizard is an unbeliever with a heart of faith, in other words, he has a high spiritual sense.

"I just seemed to see a black cat on the opposite shore?" Julian looked around nervously, and lowered his voice slightly: "Of course, it just flashed past...maybe not a cat, but a big squirrel. I might I read it wrong."

　　 Whether it is East or West, in most cases, black cats are the incarnation of inauspiciousness.

　　 It's a bad thing to see a black cat while going out on errands.

　　 After hearing what Julian said, the other members of the Ouroboros hunting team turned their eyes to Amber. He is the fortuneteller of the hunting team and has the most say in this matter.

　　 "As always." Wearing a yellow robe, the gray-haired fortuneteller classmate was silent for a few seconds, and then softly replied: "The sky is getting darker and lower and lower... There is no wind and no waves."

　　 Thin Omega couldn't help but shiver.

　　 "Which one of you has extra cleansing charms?" The restaurant owner's son pinched his nose and muttered, "Why are these guys so smelly? Ishini is very clean."

"I never used that kind of low-level stuff." Andrew raised his hand and shook the opal ring on his left hand like a show. The milky magical brilliance came out of the stone and enveloped the chunky wizard. Washing away any polluted breath that tries to get close to him.