Hunting College

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The silent forest at night is not friendly, in every sense.

The picture of the picture stone was a bit shaken, and the heavy breathing and rustling footsteps of the patrolman could be clearly heard. It is precisely because of this that it brings out the quiet, dark and deserted forest.

The patrol was advancing along a tributary of the Silent River—an unnamed creek. The creek snaked down from the mountain, gurgling, and there was very little open space where it passed, and there were messy stones and rocks everywhere. The lush bushes, as well as those gloomy trees, obscured the sky, so that everything was shrouded in dark shadows.

The wave of magic power, the eye-catching ball of light, and the vigilant gaze made those prying figures in the depths of the forest quietly retreat. No magical creature will challenge the school patrol on Phuket Island.

Even today's patrol team looks a bit weak.

Along the way, the wizards from the North District have performed their duties well-helping rabbits trapped in vines escape from traps, repairing magic marks that have been bitten by rats, and expelling red chain snakes and ghouls near the campus , And most importantly, set up alarm devices at every node where the Kuroshio may pass.

These alarm devices are rune boards made of locust wood, which were nailed to the thick trunks by patrolmen to monitor the fluctuations in the surrounding magical power and the changes in qi, if one passes through the magical power of this big tree for a certain period of time. The'noise movement' has increased significantly and lasted for a period of time. If it exceeds a certain threshold, the symbol board will be broken, reminding the monitors far away in Gu Diao Street.

It is true that this simple alarm device often has false alarms. For example, a group of passing tree monkeys and frogs or two poisonous horns that are dueling send the highest alarm to Gu Diao Street. However, due to funding and magical power, this is already The limit that the wizards of the north can reach.

After all, the First University will not open the core monitoring system of the guardian circle to a group of wizards who use frogs to cast spells.

Suddenly, the picture of the photo-taking stone stopped.

The patrol captains who watched this video on both sides of the hall unanimously sat up straight together and focused more. If luck really requires a price, then what they see next may be the price.

A hand wearing a glove appeared in the sight of the patrolman wearing a photo stone. That hand quickly made a few gestures to signal the team members to keep quiet, disperse their positions, and pay attention to the surrounding environment.

Soon, the patrol captains in the hall realized what had happened.

In the quiet silent forest, there was a ticking sound, which was completely different from running water, but it was difficult to describe. It was like the sound of ice water falling when the icicles under the eaves melted in the early spring, but not so crisp, ticking. There is a sticky feeling in it.

"Smelly!"

Someone in the patrol scolded his nose in a low voice, "Has the water **** of this creek turned into a rotten spirit?"

The gloved hand made a quiet gesture again and waved twice as much as an emphasis. This time, no patrolman made a sound, but the occasional humming still reminded the captains watching this picture of how the patrolmen were suffering.

The patrol stopped in place for a few minutes.

Those messy ticking sounds disappeared, and there was dead silence all around, not only the insects, but also the wind, the rustling of leaves, and even the gurgling of the stream. There seemed to be a huge mouth in the darkness, swallowing all sounds. A faint gleam of light floated on the thick tree trunks around, as if the starlight was torn from the sky and plated on the tree trunks.

The gloved hand made a few more gestures, beckoning the patrol team to follow the direction that just made the sound.

The picture in the Picture Stone shook again, but this time, the amplitude of the picture shook became very slight. Obviously, the patrol officers were very cautious.

Gradually, the ticking sound appeared again in the picture. As the distance got closer, besides those ticking, other abnormal noises began to appear-it sounded like many people walking or running together, with the sound of breaking branches. , There is the sound of stepping into the mud pool, the sound of stepping on water, and the sound of pushing away the bushes and branches.

The patrol team has become more cautious, and the picture on the photo-taking stone will shake slightly after a long time.

The patrol wearing a photo-taking stone suddenly took out a piece of parchment paper and a quill pen from his pocket, and then scribbled a few lines on the parchment by the faint moonlight that leaked from the canopy.

"The surroundings are getting more and more stinky, and it smells like the rot of a huge creature."

"I feel the pain in my head like being stabbed by a needle, and occasionally I can see some vague illusions. It seems that there are huge creatures waving tentacles watching us... but I'm not sure if this is an illusion."

"I don't think it's the meaning of the leader to investigate deeply here."

"I'm in a cold sweat now, shivering, I don't know if I can hold on."

"I suspect that my frogs are all dead."

"If I don't go back, I hope someone will get this photo-taking stone and tell the great sage that we haven't shamed the wizards of the North District..."

This is the last line of words left by the patrolman. The ellipsis dots at the end are extremely heavy and even pierced through heavy parchment. All the messages, including the ellipsis pierced through, are clearly reflected in the picture recorded by the photo-taking stone.

The reason why the patrolman stopped leaving messages was not because he was killed, but because his gloved hand reappeared on the screen and made a few gestures to signal the players to start retreating.

But this time, they did not succeed.

There was a sudden silence in the forest. All the abnormal noises disappeared at the same time, but this dead silence lasted only a few seconds. The next moment, a low sound mixed with buzzing and wow sounded from all directions.

In the depths of the hall on the second floor of the Sakura Tavern~www.readwn.com~, a black high-backed chair suddenly lit up with an orange light, brushing past the long tables on both sides of the hall, every northern wizard elite, stopping The sound from the shadow stone hurt them.

It should be some voices, because there are obvious frustrations and tones, as well as emotional words and sentences, but no one can understand what those words mean, including Colmar, even she can only learn from those voices He heard great malice and deep darkness.

The hand wearing the glove appeared in the shadow stone for the last time.

This time, he did not make any complicated gestures, just a strong wave, and at the same time a hoarse cry came from the screen: "Run! Disperse and escape!"

The sound stopped abruptly, because hundreds of black ropes suddenly fell in the dark woods. The ends of the ropes were bulging, like the hoofs of some kind of creature, but they were not hard at all. They squirmed in the night, constantly changing their appearances. .

There was a tearing sound in the photo, with deep red spilling over, a rope curled up the shadow of suspected broken limbs and retracted into the dark depths, and the patrolman with a photo-enhanced patrol ran away frantically, causing violent shaking. Picture.

The picture finally freezes in a puddle at the corner of the creek.

The figure of the patrolman wearing the photo-enhanced stone was reflected on the water. It was a young man with clever brown eyes and beautiful black curly hair, but at the moment, those clever eyes were full of panic and despair.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something at the end.

At a high place where he could not see, in the darkness, several pitch-black ropes were hanging down, slowly wrapping them towards his neck.

The picture ends here abruptly.

In the hall.

Colmar did not speak, but the captains behind the long tables on both sides stood up and stood in silence for the brave patrol and for the brave patrol.