Hunting College

At that moment, time seemed to have stalled.

The smashed skull of the old lich, the bone bowl that fell on the floor, the bright red liquid floating in the air, the wizard with a bright smile after lifting the hood, the light book, the rumble of thunder, and the most Importantly, Sir Ulrich and Captain Mist turned their heads together and cast their gazes at the entrance of the house.

The two big demons, with four eyes, were as heavy as the four Taishan Mountains, making the whole room silent for an instant.

The attackers who suddenly appeared, like bugs trapped in amber, struggled slowly under the viscous breath of the big monsters. Everything around them lost their color at this moment, leaving only black and white colors. Nikita felt as if he was watching a slow-moving pantomime, everything was silent, and there was a bit of absurdity in the comic.

It's like dreaming.

No, dreaming will not be so bad.

The young banshee couldn't imagine that in the Yellow Land, the biggest gathering place for liches would be suddenly attacked by wizards.

Of course, she is not the only one who feels bad.

The hunting team that broke into the second floor of the Mage Tower also found that things were slightly unexpected.

Ding!

A peanut-sized silver bean slipped from the palm of the witch's palm and landed on the soft carpet, but it made a crisp sound as if it had been hit in a glass bowl. Along with this crisp sound, a dazzling silver halo flashed by, breaking the control domain of the two great monsters.

The wizards regained their ability to act.

The black and white faded, and the lost colors returned to their respective owners.

The pictures in the room suddenly came to life.

"Damn it!"

The strong wizard pulled off his cloak, threw it on the ground with the two calves in his arms, and yelled at the same time: "How can the old mister be in the land of the liches! It's not that Ulich is the only one today! Old thing?"

The two lower legs quickly retracted into the cloak. A striking but inconspicuous little pouch bulged on the soft carpet, shivering in the roar of the wizard.

After roaring, the wizard took a deep breath, and his figure rose suddenly.

Originally, the wizard was 1.89 meters tall and had a sturdy body. After a lap again, his height jumped to nearly three meters. The wide robe was tightly supported by the raised muscles, as if it had become a small vest. , Even the hair on his body was much thicker, standing at the head of the hunting team, a fierce breath swept the entire hall, like a wild beast broke out of the wild.

The eyes of the two great monsters were immediately attracted by the wizard.

With the eruption of the wizard, the teammates who followed him also pulled off their cloaks.

There is a young man in a small black straight hunting suit with a Japanese-style sword; there are sturdy dwarves in heavy leather armor with alchemy devices that look like a cannon in their arms; there are also wide robes with wide sleeves and fluttering skirts. , But the witch with her eyes closed from beginning to end, her body floating in the air, her feet not touching the ground.

"Bah, I said I was pitted by the guy named Chu. You still don't believe it." The dwarf holding the cannon spit heavily on the gorgeous carpet and began to shake the handle of the cannon: "...he Do you dare to believe in the plan?! I also drank too much barley wine before I believed in your evil!"

Both the young man in hunting clothes and the lightly sleeved witch remained silent. It was just that the man slowly placed his hand on the hilt, and the witch opened the book in his arms.

"Yin Qilei!"

She gave a soft drink, and thousands of rays of light appeared from the book of Dharma, but in an instant, she heard the thunder sound like a bean, and submerged the entire hall in a lightning storm.

It is people sitting at home, and thunder comes from the sky. The old liches who were sitting on the second floor and taking a nap with a little wine were already slow to react. They were blinded by the sudden thunderstorms one after another. Many people hadn’t had time to take out the books. The bombed face was scorched and dizzy.

There was also the old lich who responded quickly, and the wine glass in his hand had been replaced with a staff.

"Secret Sword Juhe!"

The young swordsman gave a soft drink, the long sword in his hand was half an inch out of its sheath, and the sharp light of the sword shone half of the room. In the next instant, the light of the sword had returned to the sheath, and the young swordsman stood in place, as if it hadn't moved from beginning to end. It's just that an old lich who just raised his bone rod opposite him, the bone rod in his hand and its head have been evenly cut into dozens of pieces.

Da Da Da Da Da Da!

The machine gun in the dwarf's hand screamed frantically, accompanied by the vulgar scream of the dwarf, pushing the atmosphere of the whole hall to a climax.

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Nikita stood behind the instructor and the captain, poking out half of his head cautiously and looking at the daredevil hunting team.

It can be seen that it is a well-coordinated hunting team that is well equipped, and it is very likely that it has some reputation in the new world. The only drawback is that it is too young. The sturdy wizard who was young enough to lead the team was only at the level of a top registered wizard in full momentum.

The banshee doubted whether this hunting team came to touch porcelain.

But it doesn’t make sense to touch the porcelain to the bottom of the car~www.readwn.com~ It’s true that the old liches on the second floor are just a group of registered wizards who have suffered mental torture and have reduced their combat power. In addition, as the saying goes, Fist is afraid of being young and strong, and in the case of insufficient preparation, the old witches can't play half of their combat power. Those young top registered wizards, fighting with these old liches, may be able to take advantage of them.

But that's it.

Because today's second floor is not just the old liches.

There are also two great monsters, the captain of the Mist and Sir Ulrich.

When hitting the hands of the two big demons, the banshee didn't think that the young little wizards had a chance to escape.

What a pity, she looked at the handsome face of the young swordsman, and mourned for half a second in her heart for those beautiful eyes. For the monsters, the beautiful faces are of all shapes and colors, but the eyes are all scarlet.

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Different from the simple thoughts of the banshee, the first reaction of the two big monsters at the moment of the attack was not to catch the few reckless little wizards with all their strength.

It is cautious defense and detection.

A thin layer of mist spread around the captain of the Mist, covering it and Nikita. This is a magic that contains the true meaning of time and space. Although the two of them are still standing in place and close at hand, any magic attack that falls into the mist will fall into the void.

Sir Ulrich closed his eyes, contacted with the guardian spirit of the mage tower, and his mental power was fully expanded, searching and exploring the entire yellow land. Unlike the Captain of the Mist, there is no thin layer of mist around it, but there is a shadow pouring out of the black wall. Those shadows hovered around the old lich like a tide, silently crashing, swallowing any wave of magic that came close without permission.

And out of some secret thoughts, the two big monsters quietly moved a little apart.

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