Hunting College

It took nineteen minutes and thirty-six seconds for the Guilty Hunter to settle the twelfth round of attacks by the ghouls.

When Huang Chen lifted up again and the 'black throats' under the tombstone spewed out more than 4,000 ghouls in the thirteenth round, there were only thirteen minutes left until the end of tonight's trials.

The Guilty Hunters looked like they were winning.

But no one was excited.

Everyone was exhausted. The dizziness caused by the overdraft of magic power made Zheng Qing feel that everything around him was shaking. The magic potion poured into his stomach during the short rest period seemed to be not his own, and there was almost no moisture. His dry spirit cheered and jumped under the spell of the spell, and rushed out again.

As fast as they come in.

The magic powers patted their buttocks, not taking away a speck of dust, leaving only a more tired body and a more numb mouth.

The small position built by the Guilty Hunting Team is like a reef in the turbulent black tide, and like a lantern in the torrential rain. The ghouls engulfed.

But this next second, second after second, went on for a long time.

Twelve minutes.

Eleven minutes.

ten minutes.

Nine minutes.

The black tide suddenly receded without warning.

The young hunters of the Guilty Hunting Team didn't care to investigate whether the ghouls had any new conspiracy, they just hurry up and count down the seconds while helping Xiao Xiao prepare a new magic potion with trembling hands.

Because he was too exhausted, even Xiao Xiao made several very low-level mistakes during the blending process, and wasted several copies of the ground haoma grass.

Eight minutes.

seven minutes.

"What are they doing?" After pouring the magic potion, the stimulating liquid slid down his throat, causing the young public fee to shudder. He finally regained his strength and carefully looked at the ghouls who had gathered in the distance.

"Prayer, sacrifice, or sacrifice."

Xiao Xiao glanced at the crystal ball on the ground, his voice was a little hoarse: "...When a group of conscious creatures gather together and perform some kind of strange ritual in a language that no one can understand, there are no more than these possibilities. ."

As soon as the voice fell, an astonishing chill spread out in all directions, centered on the ghouls and those tombstones, and in a short while, it enveloped the entire hunting ground.

For a moment, Zheng Qing felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body was frozen into a piece; it was like he was petrified by a Gorgon's sight.

In the depths of his soul, the green snake clinging to the tree of forbidden spells raised his head in surprise, spat out a letter, and his red and blue eyes flashed over the heart lake.

The boy regained control of his body in an instant.

Resisting the fear signal from his body, he forced himself to lift his eyelids to look at the presence that seemed to freeze everything. Then he saw a thick black shadow.

Thousands of ghouls crawl in that shadow, as if they were melted, and the broken tombstones, like pieces of hard bones, are supported in the shadow.

From one end to the other, the shadow filled the entire hunting ground, and, supported by the ghoul's corpse and the tombstones, spread to the sky - the young wizard couldn't even tell whether it was a real or an illusory existence - Like a huge octopus, and like a fat dragon, its body is curled up, and the rich black continuously pours out from the 'black throat' under the tombstone, rolling and spinning, turning into a vortex of energy filled with energy. Fill in its body a little bit more clearly.

In an instant, the boy seemed to see his real body.

It was some kind of demon-like giant without limbs, head and eyes. He stretched out his body and sucked away all the temperature in all directions, immersing the entire hunting ground in a freezing cold like death and void.

"Zul-Baha-Saar!!"

The black shadow let out an inexplicable roar, the sound was very ugly, but unexpectedly with a hint of warmth, the young wizards barely regained consciousness.

"Merlin is on top!"

Mr. Vampire Werewolf disregarded the conflict of beliefs, drew a cross on his chest blankly, looked at the huge figure filling the entire hunting ground in front of him, and murmured: "...What did I see?"

"Sheet!" Zhang Jixin cursed indifferently.

"I'm sure it wasn't Shet."

Dr. Xiao Da straightened his glasses and corrected it very seriously: "It seems that this should be the final big boss prepared by the school for all hunting teams... It belongs to the 'additional question'... Judging from his momentum, it should belong to a certain A shadow that exists in the starry sky."

"But it's not the final yet!"

The tone of the red-faced wizard seemed a little unbelievable: "We are just a small five-a-side hunting team! Why would we encounter such an existence in such a low-end game!"

"Theoretically, our best option now is to surrender, admit defeat, and come out."

Xiao Xiao continued to analyze in his hoarse and calm voice: "They are not the prey prepared for us... Absolutely not... Perhaps the person who asked the question could not have imagined that an ordinary hunting team could last until the last few minutes. Forty-seven Most of the hunting teams should be eliminated in the eleventh round, or even the tenth round of the ghoul wave."

"Of course they can't think of it!"

Zheng Qing's face was a little pale, which was a side effect of the excessive consumption of magic power: "Who would prepare for this in a normal trial... This is the first trial! It's a mess."

He just wanted to say 'this thing', but considering the greatness and unpredictability of the existence of the stars, the boy finally chose to compromise and changed to a more euphemistic speech.

"I bet it's going to be a nightmare tonight," Mr. Vampire Werewolf continued to mutter.

"You should be thankful that we met this monster in the dreamland~www.readwn.com~ The red-faced wizard tightened his fists and spat on the ground viciously.

Snapped!

A rune bullet smashed into the black shadow, and the sound was low and pitiful, as if a small pebble fell into Linzhong Lake, without causing any ripples.

"Tell me, Captain, are your rune bullets only that powerful?" Mr. Vampire Werewolf's voice was a little distorted because of the sharpness.

"I'm afraid yes, Mr. Tarbot!" Zheng Qing turned the magazine and replied in a weak voice: "...If we don't want to be disqualified because of violations."

"Cannot cancel!"

The red-faced wizard glanced back at Dylan, then looked at Zheng Qing with a serious face: "We've been holding on all night! There's no reason to lose the grades because of violations at the last minute!"

"very good!"

Mr. Vampire Werewolf angrily said, "I can run faster than both of you anyway! I can run away while it eats you... I hope you forget this when you have nightmares."