Hunting College

Compared with other corners of Beta Town, the night in the North District looks extremely gloomy. Because there are very few hordes of light bugs here. Even if a group of wild light bugs flew from the Silent Forest occasionally, they would soon be captured by poor magicians and sold to other areas of the town.

　　 It's okay near the Gini Hut.

Because of the fact that Colmar is there, Gu Diao Street is very lively now, because of the lack of light bugs, many wizards in the North District voluntarily donate the magic lanterns they hide in their homes, adding a light to the land of hope in the North District. .

　　 But after leaving Gu Diao Street, the two young wizards suddenly fell into a deep and shallow position.

　　 Fortunately, they are wizards.

　　 What's bad is that as a boy, Zheng Qing has no way to show off his style at this critical moment. His book was still tied with a belt and stuffed in the deepest part of the gray cloth bag.

　　 So it was Jiang Yu who finally cast the lighting spell.

　　 "Biyue is not a micro, today is not a micro!"

　　 Jiang Yu held the book of dharma and read the spell. I saw a group of slender mushroom plants lined up neatly, jumping out of the witch's book, and the mushroom heads glowed with golden fluorescence.

　　 Like elementary school students after class, they broke up immediately after they left the school gate, swarming, and in the blink of an eye the whole black street was covered. Blossoms of sunlight emerged from the heads of these mushroom creatures, dangling into the air like bubbles, and then slammed into pieces, sprinkling a small piece of golden light.

　　 A stalk of sunlight illuminates a square foot, and thousands of sunlight illuminate an entire street.

The jugglers of the North District who are accustomed to the dim environment at night retracted into the depths of the shadow in a panic, like a hybrid vampire who only encountered the sun, staring at the bloodshot eyes, looking nervously at the street full of sunshine and mushrooms .

　　 The full sunlight promotes the growth of these mushroom plants, making them stronger and taller, and the sunlight spit out is getting bigger and brighter.

　　 Like the greedy ouroboros, these mushroom creatures will never feel satisfied. As long as there is still enough magical power flowing out of the books, they will dare to break through all the shadows of night and illuminate the infinite and far-reaching darkness.

　　 The young wizard and wizard stepped on the golden sunlight shards, smiled on his face, and walked briskly.

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　　 Oleg grabbed a bottle of Kraken Rum and staggered over from the other side of the street.

　　 He is wearing a shabby gray robe. He is tall and has thick body hair. His broad chin is hidden under the big fluffy beard. From a distance, he looks like a brown bear walking upright.

This is not a mocking rhetoric—on the contrary, Oleg likes others to praise him for being like a bear—because according to his grandfather’s grandfather, their ancestors lived in the large forest west of Xianbei Liya. , There is a trace of the blood of the Slavic bear, very blessed by the Great Forest.

"Slavic bear, that is the most powerful warrior in the wizarding world." Every time he gets drunk, he always likes to drag his companions and spray them with a look of alcohol: "Each Slavic bear can single out one. The whole werewolf tribe! No doubt!"

　　 As for why the tributary of Oleg settled on Phuket Island, lost the precious blood of the Slavic Bear, and eventually fell into the northern district of Beta Town, he did not know the specific process. But this does not affect him as the eldest brother in the North District Shaman.

　　 Yes, brother.

Although there is no bear blood, Oleg's magic talent is very low, but the strong body, deterrent appearance, and perhaps the real existence of the "Blessing of the Great Forest" made this young juggler gather in the North District. Full of prestige.

He can carry a thousand catties of sacks in one go and unload a full cargo ship in ten minutes; he can also wander in the silent forest for a whole week with flint and a hatchet; he can also run wild in the wizards At that time, stand in front of those weak companions and let them suffer less harm.

　　 But all this-the prestige accumulated over more than a decade-has been in jeopardy in just two days.

　　 "Guck, guck."

　　 Oleg raised his neck and poured a belly of siren rum fiercely. His eyes were flushed by the spicy wine, and the muddy wine trickled down his messy beard, staining his already shabby gray robe.

　　 Siren Rum is one of the favorite drinks of North District jugglers. It is said that this wine is brewed by the Kraken clan in the depths of the sea with the blood of the Kraken mixed with aged seaweed-of course, this is just a beautiful lie made up by the bad wine merchants in the North District. In fact, the legend is only half right.

　　 There is indeed aged seaweed in the Kraken Rum. That's it. It is fermented and distilled from seaweed juice squeezed from seaweed. But the addition of the rumors of ‘kraken’s blood’ added a bit of magic to this wine.

　　The people in North District love magical things the most.

　　 This makes Kraken Rum a best seller in this community all year round. The taste of this wine is very similar to the green bee that wizards like. Oleg had drunk Green Bee, and he felt that the clear, turquoise drink seemed to be drunk by a baby, too soft and boring. This feeling gave him some courage inexplicably when facing wizards outside the North District.

　　 But courage is only courage after all.

　　 Compared with real magic, the effect of courage seems so weak.

　　Albon~www.readwn.com~ The little French boy with a beautiful golden curly hair, because of a curse from the Great Sage of Colmar, today turned down the job arranged by the employer in public.

"I'm already a wizard, I can't do this kind of work." Arbon stood in front of his employer, tried to straighten his body, holding a frog in his hand, trying to make himself brave: "Oleg, carry this Hard work should be done by someone like Oleg."

　　Albon has always been like this.

　　 When doing things, I like to steal and play slippery, and I am a little clever. Every day at work, I always wear a shabby book on my waist to show the difference from other magicians. It is said that the book has been passed down in their home for many years, and it is a real family heirloom.

　　 It’s just that until now, only Albon is left in the family, and he has never found a real master for this book. Albon had once found the wizards who occasionally passed through the North District and tried to sell the book. But no wizard is willing to pay more than two silver corners.

　　 This is a humiliation to the Arbon family-this ancestor from the Loire River swearing and grinning in his back, he put the book in his belt again dejectedly.

　　 It's not that he didn't try to copy spells from this book. He has carefully transcribed every magic that he learned in Gini's hut on the book, full of it. But no spell can be used.

　　 Until the head of Sister Korma pressed a black curse on his forehead.

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