Hunting College

Remember [New] for a second,! Iseni is a very special murloc.

It swims between Linzhong Lake, Jiuyou, Alpha and Beta Town, as nimble as a real fish. Each party is its 'friend' and is willing to give it a little help within its power.

that's enough.

Because no matter how special it is, it is a murloc after all. The other is restricted by the "Sorcerer's Code" and campus regulations, has a very small range of activities, and is very hostile (discriminated) by ordinary wizards.

From another point of view, no matter how hard it tries to pretend to be 'like' a wizard, the prudence, selfishness, cunning, and even cruelty of the murloc blood are silently affecting it, just like its appearance , draws a sharp line between it and 'friends'.

On this side of the line, are its wizard friends; on the other side of the line, are its fellow clansmen.

When it took the clansmen at the bottom of the lake out of Linzhong Lake, crossed the line, and came to an unfamiliar place, the clansmen showed a lot of sensitivity and suspicion.

like now.

The original deal between the murlocs and the Ouroboros had already made Iseni's comrades tighten their fins, and now there's a new uninvited guest from the river - which makes the number of sorcerers far outnumber the murlocs , For ordinary murlocs, it is difficult for them to tell the difference between an alpha and a nine-man. In their eyes, those who wear robes are all the same.

Therefore, when Zheng Qing's eyes fell on the murlocs, the murlocs behind Iseni bared their fangs and hissed menacingly in their throats.

Zheng Qing did not plan to take these murlocs who could be judged to be illegal departures at a glance and go back to school. Even if this move allows him to receive a little bonus from the school's working committee.

Having just gotten rid of a group of mad Gat Lacey, the young wizard needs to get his head straight.

I looked at those murlocs more before because Zheng Qing felt that the scene in front of him was very familiar, which gave him a very strong sense of sight - the murlocs in the moonlight seemed to be covered with a thin halo, and their The scales also shone with a translucent brilliance.

With the magical moonlight scattered over the river bay, the young public student could clearly see the transparent and slightly wrinkled eyelids of the murlocs, the huge, round eyes, and even the black spots on the eyes. Dense bloodshots.

After a long while of recollection, he suddenly realized.

During the night patrol last year, one night, in the same forest, under the same darkness, Iseni and the murloc companions were doing deals with the short wizard.

It's just that the wizard at the time was named Seprano.

And now.

Zheng Qinggang nodded slightly at Iseni.

The chunky figure of Andrew Taylor was inserted between Zheng Qing and the murloc, blocking the eyes of the Guilty Hunting Squad captain, and smiled at these uninvited guests: "...The weather is good today."

Zheng Qing looked up at the waning moon in the sky, and withdrew his eyes wordlessly: "You are..."

As soon as the words came out, they were interrupted by Andrew: "Did you come from the water?"

Zheng Qing was choked for a moment, then stopped, and then nodded reluctantly: "Obviously."

"Wizards have a rule for guests on the water - ask them questions first, not be asked by them. Otherwise you'll be out of luck." Andrew seemed to be explaining his faux pas.

Zheng Qing had never heard of such a rule.

But he wouldn't be stupid enough to argue with each other on this kind of thing, so he just glanced at the murlocs behind the chubby wizard, hehe smiled: "It looks like they have the same origin as us... You ask them questions too Yet?"

"no."

Andrew spread his hands and looked sincere: "So I'm a little unlucky now... In order to prevent this bad luck from being passed on, I hope everyone abides by the rules of the old-school wizards."

Zheng Qing was choked again.

He remembered that Andrew wasn't so poor in the past, how could he be like this when he disappeared during a summer vacation. But then again, whoever gets a glimpse of private affairs will not have a good temper.

What's more, Andrew's temper was a bit bad.

Compared with the mild-mannered captain, the other hunters of the Guilty Hunting Squad have a few petty tempers. After hearing the thorny words on the opposite side, their expressions immediately changed.

"Fuck it!" Zhang Jixin pulled his glove impatiently: "Ask whatever you want, there's so much bullshit! The bad luck is also your own business, the young master is very lucky!"

"I can tell." The captain of the Ouroboros Hunting Team complimented him and turned his head to look at Zheng Qing: "Then, a very simple question, why are the guests here?"

"It's not for these things anyway." Zheng Qing glanced at the boxes in front of the murlocs.

Julian quietly moved to the front of the box, as if trying to cover the sight of the public fee, Zheng Qingchong smiled friendly at him, saying that he had seen it all.

The first box was full of wet books, neatly stacked, and three gray deerskin bags were piled on top of the books, bulging and tightly tied at the mouth. I don't know what was inside. what.

In the second box were neatly stacked herbs, and Zheng Qing could easily identify many familiar materials—such as fish bone wood, siren scales, fish scale grass, dried fish woman, red scorpion skull, scorpion blood, etc.—in Before the 'notice' of the Blood Friends was issued, the d&k of the Guilty Hunting Team also had a 'deal' with the murlocs of Linzhong Lake, and these things were also placed in the cabinets in the store.

In the third box, there is a mess of debris, such as wet deerskin bags, dragon leather gloves with missing fingers, unknown herbs slammed into glass bottles, weird spells carved on bamboo slips, cloth Crucible and mortar covered with green moss, UU reading www.uukanshu.com and so on.

The variety is amazing.

"It's really 'only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light the lights'." Zheng Qing sighed.

Andrew raised his eyebrows, unexpectedly keeping quiet.

Dylan took out a handkerchief with a hairpin out of nowhere, covered his nose, and took a few steps forward. His eyes swept over Andrew and landed on the boxes: "Huh...so many second-hand goods!"

"To be precise, they are just old things." The captain of the Ouroboros hunting team corrected the words of Mr. Vampire Werewolf, changing his previous gentleness and lukewarmness.

Zheng Qing was a little confused at first why Dylan suddenly came forward, but in the next second, he realized that half of Dylan's bloodlines also belonged to werewolves, and belonged to the very old Tarpot family of werewolves, while Andrew belonged to new werewolves. Taylor family. There was no harmony between the two.

"It doesn't matter," Dylan glanced arrogantly at the chubby werewolf, with a condescending taste: "The real moonlight nobles don't use other people's second-hand goods, and buying second-hand goods also buys other people's bad luck. "