Hunting College

"Clean up!"

"clean!"

"Safety!"

The small blue birds the size of fingernails landed on Zheng Qing's shoulders one after another, opened their mouths, and passed on the reports of Zhang Jixin, Dylan, and Blue Sparrow.

Holding the crystal ball, Xiao Xiao sat cross-legged in the triangular array constructed by Zheng Qing, Jiang Yu, and Fatty Xin. He looked down at the hunting area that had been cleaned by the hunting team, and judged whether it was necessary to send safari hunters to re-explore— Just listening to the suspicious sound under the hood, Zheng Qing suspected that he had fallen asleep accidentally.

In the blink of an eye, the three-day winter hunt was coming to an end.

Today is the last day of winter hunting.

The sky is clear, the ground is still covered with a thick layer of snow, and the crystal ball is very clear against the snow, and even the picture reflected in the crystal ball has become very clean. Every twig, every dead leaf, every snowflake has been scrubbed.

The intermittent snowstorm left a deep impression on the young wizards who participated in the hunt. They couldn't wait to return to the warm lounge and make a cup of black tea with three tablespoons of white sugar, or a warm cup of tea. Hot cocoa, to enrich their quiet and boring winter hunting practice.

For the Guilty Hunting Team, apart from the giant human-faced rat they encountered on the first day, there was no other more difficult prey. Zheng Qing had reason to suspect that the human-faced rat might also be one of the most powerful monsters in the entire winter hunting area.

No fright, no regrets, and naturally not too many surprises.

The whole winter hunting was held in a normal and stable manner, leaving almost all the participants, including the observers, in a kind of 'sacred laziness' near the end.

Fatty Xin is even biting down on the stick of his writing brush and starting to think about the content of his next report: "How about the name 'Runaway Rat'? Through our encounter with the large Rat tribe, to show readers who have Rat priests How dangerous is the Horde... Remind schools by the way to have a legitimate concern about the death of a giant or similar large magical creature... Assuming the horde of human-faced rats we encountered was not born from the corpse of a giant, but from the corpse of a dead dragon , then will we face a group of human-faced mice wearing scales, with tenacious vitality, extremely high magic resistance and physical attack capabilities?"

The captain of the sin hunting team listened to the fat wizard's ramble, listlessly calculating the harvest of the hunting team's participation in the winter hunt this time, and his face became more and more sad.

After a long time, he finally couldn't help sighing.

"This year's prey is too tasteless!"

The young public fee student pulled the ledger and complained: "It's either 'Motra' or 'Human-faced mice', kill them, they can't even tan good skins that are a foot wide, and they feel too earthy to eat meat. Don't kill it, a nest pops up from the ground and is more annoying than a cockroach... The talisman thrown out can't be earned back... I have never participated in such a loss-making hunt!"

"Who would eat Mortra's meat!" The fat wizard shook his head, rarely complaining about meat.

The Mortra of the Silent Woods and their counterparts on the coast of the British Isles are already two different races—except that they are both murine families and have anemone-like tentacles on their backs—perhaps to defend against the uncontrolled hunting of wizards, Every winter and spring, Motra of the Silent Forest will lose the tentacles on his back, leaving only a pitted and worthless fur, and his body will swell to the size of a wild boar, making it extremely dangerous.

Mortra's tentacles are magically concocted and eaten to ward off bad luck, and tentacle secretions heal scrapes and cuts, but without tentacles, Mortra will bite off every ankle that passes through the mouth of their cave, no matter the The ankles belong to centaurs, ghosts, or ordinary wizards.

"Speaking of which," the fat wizard turned his writing brush, glanced at the motella in front of Zheng Qing that had not been dealt with, and thoughtfully: "The number of rat monsters in this winter hunt seems to be a bit large... I remember last year. There was once... Could it be that this year's silence will return earlier?"

No one listened to his guesses.

If Zheng Qing hadn't heard of it, he looked up at the direction of the other hunting teams' hunting grounds, and muttered to himself: "Maybe we should go to the hunting team next door to hunt the autumn wind... I remember the elder said that during winter hunting, there were often hunters. Teams cross the border to hunt... Every time we catch someone else's prey, the other hunting team catches one less, and the other is growing... By the way, who is next to us?"

"Edge Hunter."

The fat wizard raised the brush in his hand, looked down again at the manuscript with the outline on the parchment, and dissuaded him insincerely: "Everyone is in the same class, you can't see it when you look up, let's not see it... If you really want to. Go, we must first consider the issue of disguise..."

"What about the other side?"

"Cheung Kei... The final results of our three hunting teams in the campus cup are similar, and the rankings are next to each other, so the hunting grounds are also divided together." The fat wizard finally looked away from the manuscript, looked at his captain, and reminded very sincerely. : "You should remember your relationship with Seprano...and who Seprano is now."

Zheng Qing sighed, looking at the thick white and fluffy snow not far away, there was an urge to throw himself up and let the snow cover him.

"It's too tasteless, this hunt is really too tasteless, it's like killing chickens with a bull's knife." He chattered like Xianglin's wife: "I've never participated in such a loss-making hunt..."

"This is the normal state of hunting."

Jiang Yu had always been very interested in building a circle of snowman dolls around him, and then finally raised his head and glanced at the wizard: "Like the spring hunts in Shanglinyuan or the winter hunts in Badminton that I occasionally participate in, most of the time Hunters have very few harvests, if you don’t believe me, I can take you to meet next time…”

"The two spring and winter hunters you mentioned are more inclined to socialize rather than hunt~www.readwn.com~ The fat wizard corrected very rationally.

"To shut up!"

The captain of the sin hunting team scolded the fat wizard with a stern face: "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute. Have you finished writing the report? If you want me to say, there is a problem with your selection of materials. Who will pay attention to a winter without any surprises? hunting…"

Before he finished speaking, a dull sound suddenly came from the depths of the silent forest.

It was as if a thunder had burst beneath the thick snowdrift.

It's like a giant dragon being stabbed by a chrysanthemum.

Zheng Qing immediately closed his mouth, and after looking at the other two, he hurriedly looked at the fortune-teller who seemed to have fallen asleep in front of the crystal ball: "Doctor..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Xiao's drooping head bounced like an electric shock, revealing a pair of slightly confused but energetic eyes: "It's outside the winter hunting area, it's beyond my divination ability..."

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