Hunting College

A blazing fire bomb passed through the hall with a low wind.

In the sloping ground, three or five crystal clear ice guns whizzed out, and they were heavily stuck on the fire bomb.

The collision of ice and fire, instantaneous vaporization and explosion, set off a violent air current in mid-air, spreading in all directions. But soon, this violent air current was overwhelmed by the stronger and more horizontal aura surging around.

And the captain of this hunting team, the sturdy wizard, stood in the very center of this piece of what seemed to be an eighteenth level storm.

Under his feet, the soft long-pile carpets stretched out a series of life-hunting ropes at this moment, trying to restrain this brutal tyrannosaurus, but with little effect.

Bang, bang, bang!

The sound of the rope breaking was mixed with the roar of the talisman in the arms of the dwarf, and it seemed very weak. But no matter how weak, those ropes also caused a certain obstacle to the captain of the hunting team, and every step he made to move was like being in a quagmire, extremely laborious.

"Change the magazine!" The dwarf roared, "Buy me some time!"

Before the words fell, the roar of the organ talisman stopped abruptly.

Several skinny, skinny old liches took advantage of the empty space of the barrage to hop between the coffee table and the sofa, alive like a group of old mountain monkeys.

In a moment, they broke through the defensive barrier of the hunting team and rushed in front of several young hunters.

Then he tore off the large robe on his body, revealing their skinny bodies.

"Quack quack!"

The laughter of the old liches was as bad as a crow, and their gazes at the young hunter were full of greed, as if a hungry tiger saw a lost lamb, and a pack of wolves surrounded the injured doe.

call! call! call!

The old liches who rushed up all swept their mouths together, and the roaring wind swept across the hall, sweeping away the cold-smelling ice guns, the flaming lava, and the faintly electric thunderballs. Swallow it into the stomach.

Enough magic power poured into the body, and the thin old lich suddenly inflated like a balloon filled with water, and the wrinkled old skin unfolded and became smooth and strong again. They were naked to the upper body, muscles knotted like iron, huge body like a mountain, and their open palms, like the claws of a goshawk, shone with cold light, grabbing at the young wizards in the field.

Huh!

Several sword lights bloomed in the cold light of the sharp claws, and they split out in no particular order. But he didn't prevent the old lich from summoning a few rock shields to block the light.

Broken sand and gravel are like waves hitting the reef, carrying huge kinetic energy. The liches who rushed into the hunting formation were blocked by the splashing sand and couldn't help but squinted.

At that moment.

A fist radiating black light had already rushed out of the turbid and turbulent air, and hit the faces of the old liches head on.

It seemed that it was just a punch, but it appeared in front of all the Liches at the same time.

A Lich who broke into the hunting formation watched as the aura on that fist became darker and bigger and bigger, until the end, it covered the whole world like a curtain. Although it was in the house, it still gave it a feeling of dullness and overturning.

It screamed, trying desperately to gather strength, and its hands overlapped to face the fist that fell.

"Fan Tianyin!"

Only then did the deep roar of the strong wizard reach its eardrums, but it was too late.

The punch fell, like a Taishan mountain being pulled up by a prehistoric giant and then slammed down. The moment the Lich took it with both hands, a dull thunder sounded in the room.

After the thunder, it was rainstorm.

Crackling!

The lich's fists, arms, shoulders, and the joints from top to bottom crackled. The smashed flesh and blood was wrapped in the black fist, and the speed was not slowed down. It hit the chest of the old lich heavily, and again a series of explosions sounded like a pearl.

boom! boom! boom!

A few broken fleshy skin pockets flew out of the hunting formation and stuck heavily on the dirty wall. In the image hanging on the wall, a group of monsters with red ray in their eyes smiled and swarmed up, dragging the broken leather pockets into the heavy portrait.

Until this moment, the gravel that was split by another young hunter slowly fell to the ground.

The dust settled.

The sturdy upper body of this hunting team captain was exposed.

"Bah!" He spit heavily on the ground: "A group of old immortals dare to beat me with fists...Have you never heard of fists for fear of the young?!"

On the carpet, under the cloak previously discarded by the hunting captain, a small head appeared, revealing the head of a little witch.

She opened her big round eyes and looked left and right. Although her body was still trembling, her voice was much bolder than her body: "Will you still fight? Still beat?!"

"Fart!" The hunting team leader looked back and yelled: "I only wanted to hit the old ghost Ulrich by surprise, but I didn't expect to hit the iron plate... and prepare to run away!"

"Okay!" The little girl suddenly became excited.

"It's just..." The captain of the hunting team tightened his gloves and looked at the black wall at the end of the room with bright eyes: "It's not easy to come here, so let's do something."

On the black wall, those decorated, dry heads seemed to hear his voice ~www.readwn.com~ swayed slightly in the chill.

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Sir Ulrich opened his eyes with a confused expression.

It turned its head and glanced at the captain of the Mist.

Mr. Captain lowered his head and seemed to be thinking about the philosophy of the demon, and he had no idea of ​​looking at the old lich. The old lich shifted his gaze to the side and landed on the little banshee next to him. Nikita seemed to check, and his face immediately showed a pleasing smile.

Sir Ulrich shook his head and looked away.

Whether it’s the rune cannons fired by the dwarves, the violent thunder curses of the witch, the light of the young hunter’s sword, or the punch of the hunter captain just now to the thundering moon, it’s not in Sir Ulrich’s hall. In the eyes.

In other words, everything in front of him was not in the sight of the two great monsters.

In their view, behind any accident is a series of inevitability. The reckless hunting team in front of them is nothing but a bug that interferes with their sight. They choose to appear here, then there must be a bigger black hand hiding behind them.

The black hand's target may be Captain Mist, or the Jazz himself.

There was a lively fight in the room.

The gazes of the big monsters had already crossed this chaos and landed in a more far-reaching place.

It's just that Sir Ulrich's huge divine mind swept through the yellow ground several times, and his skinny fingers squeezed hundreds of calculations, and these young hunters remained silent behind them.

It is not as sinister as it imagined that the Wizarding Alliance was besieged by heavy troops and some great wizards joined forces to besiege. And it didn't notice that Captain Mist or the other big monsters had anything to do with this matter.

Is it really just a coincidence?

At this moment, a soft buzz sounded in the ears of the old lich:

"Secret Skill·Swallow Return!"