Hunting College

The white knife light illuminates the entire hall.

It was also like a flash of lightning in the night, piercing the fog in the mind of the old lich.

Yeah, what does it matter even if it is a bait? It eats or does not eat, these young wizards are right in front of them. Right now, if it continues to hesitate, these little baits will decouple.

The knife light kept approaching in this thought of the old lich, and the goal was directed at the black wall behind it.

The old lich slowly turned his neck, seeming to want to take a look at the light of the spatula.

"look here!"

The sturdy hunter captain roared, and his muscles swelled again. With his roar, his iron-black fist smashed through the heavy air and hit Sir Ulrich's head heavily.

The muddy air was mixed with the heavy fist wind, and it became extremely viscous. The fist wind seemed to become a puddle of glue wherever it went, delaying Sir Ulrich's turning of his head.

Only a moment later.

Just at that moment.

The light of the knife slid through the ears of the old lich, and slashed on the black wall.

There was a halo on the wall, undamaged, not even a wall of the wall was split off; the three-legged and two-eared bronze tripod under the wall made an angry buzzing sound.

Because of the spoils that the bronze cauldron had boiled for a long time, the skulls hung on the wall were broken.

Everyone in the hall heard the sound of broken porcelain. It was a voice that made everyone panicked. If standing outside the mage tower, people can even see some of the starlight in the depths of the starry sky becoming more shining in an instant.

Hundreds of wizard skulls hung on the black wall, all shattered under the knife light, and stopped shaking with a crisp cracking sound.

It was still for a moment.

Then it turns into fly ash.

The fine ashes slowly fell along the rough wall.

It's like a gray waterfall.

It's like the curtain of the era.

The liberated souls sighed contentedly before dissipating, and everyone in the hall heard their blessings and curses. Bless the hunter who rescued them, and return home safely; curse all the liches, never to live beyond life.

The Master of the Mist held his arms with an unpredictable smile on his lips, watching the scene in front of him quietly, seemingly not planning to intervene at all.

Sir Ulrich did not want the captain to interfere.

Because that would be the shame of the whole withered land.

It stopped turning its head to look at the black wall, and slowly turned its neck to look at the hunting captain who had just delayed its movements, and at the fist that was close at hand.

"court death."

It calmly said two words.

The answer to it was the roar of the hunting captain desperately: "Fan! God! Yin!"

It was the same as when the'old monkeys' were stopped a moment ago, it was also a fist that exuded a dark light, and it also broke through the layers of air, and the momentum that hovered on the fist was also growing higher and more aura as it advanced. It's getting darker and bigger and bigger.

The only difference is the goal.

The previous fist hit a group of old registered wizards, displaying the words ‘fist afraid of the young’ to the fullest, wherever the fist wind hits, those old witches flew with flesh and blood.

And right now, the target of this fist is a great wizard.

A great lich with a reputation in the dark world and thunderous in the wizarding world. It is true that Sir Ulrich's fame is mostly related to those evil magic studies, and he is already very old, and his physical condition may have declined. Comparing the fist with this old man, there is a bit of going up and down.

But the big lich is called the big lich because they are ‘big’ enough to have enough pack capacity for any change and any enemy.

The first time the Mage Tower broke into the enemy, the two great demons put a lot of protection on themselves.

A thin layer of mist spread around the captain of the mist.

Sir Ulrich was surrounded by a flood of shadows. Those shadows were pouring out from the black wall behind him. In theory, as long as the mage tower is not destroyed, the shadow cannot be broken.

Just a moment ago, another young hunter's knife light smashed the black wall, smashing the hanging skulls, causing the bronze tripod to furious, and the black wall was shaken for a moment.

At that moment, the fist of the captain of the hunting team slammed over.

The boxer slammed into the shadow.

It's like a stone falling into the water.

The difference is that when this fist hits the old lich before, it is like a Taishan mountain falling into the blue lake, shaking the earth, and the water is surging; and this fist falls in the shadow, like a mountain falling into the sea, Although it has also set off a huge storm, the sea is really too big, and no matter how high the waves are in front of it, it is just a small splash.

If the lens is more detailed, you can see that the dark tide-like shadow ripples under the fist front, just like the ripples splashed when a stone falls into a pond~www.readwn.com~ Intertwined with each other, continuously spreading, and surging back and forth, the turbulent fist power is constantly dissolving under the interaction.

The black shadow dented inward under the front of the fist, and those undulating ripples were also pulled by this dented force, becoming longer and thinner, like rubber bands.

From beginning to end, Sir Ulrich just looked at that fist indifferently.

Without moving his feet in the next step, his face remained unchanged.

On the contrary, the master of the fist changed his face greatly after the front of the fist fell into the shadows, and the originally flushed face quickly lost its blood, revealing a bit of blackness:

"run!!"

He yelled.

The entire hunting team was like a clip that had been toggled on, clustered into a cluster in an instant, standing in the direction of a four-pointed star. In the center of the four-pointed star is the little witch who has been hiding under the cloak all the time. Since Sir Ulrich’s eyes turned to these'little baits', she has stopped showing her head, and even hid her head under the cloak. .

"Have you finished? Have you finished? I'm going to sleep...I can't help it!"

The little witch hid under the cloak, shivering and thinking constantly.

Until the captain yelled ‘run’, she closed her eyes, stretched her legs, covered the heavy cloak, fell asleep in the blink of an eye, and fell into a deep sleep.

A light blue mask appeared around her along with her breathing.

At first it was a regular spherical shape.

Then as the little witch’s eyes moved down her eyelids, the regular blue ball began to wriggle irregularly, like a bug biting through its coat, slowly growing a head, wings, fins, tail, and a'ball' More and more complicated runes on the body.

It seems a long time has passed.

But it was only a moment.

A big blue fish appeared in the world full of liches under the eyes of everyone.