Hunting College

Compared with Phuket Island, the Atacama mountain plateau is extremely dry and hot this season.

At the same time, snowflakes are probably still falling on Phuket Island, and the orange-red sun hangs in the blue-gray sky, giving the whole world a dull color. Even if you stare at the sun all day, you will not what is the relationship.

On the Atacama plateau, if you stare at the sun for a while this season, your eyes will be blinded by the dazzling and poisonous light.

Zheng Qing doesn't like this kind of uncontrolled extreme weather.

He prefers the mild and polite climate in the school, and he likes the world where if the weather is too hot, two layers of clouds can be added to the sky, blocking half of the sun's face.

Snapped!

The heavy shoes trampled a Peruvian red scorpion that was crawling past into a pulp. Zheng Qing lowered his head and kicked up a few lumps of dirt with his toes, building a small and desolate grave for the little bug.

Regardless of whether it is the eye of the dark wizard or not, since it is dead, it should be treated with the etiquette of death. In this desolate land like Mars, life and death have similar noble meanings.

The young wizard tugged at the hood on his head, raised his head, and glanced at the blazing fireball above his head.

The good news is that under this level of sunlight, the power of black magic will be greatly suppressed-if there are really dark wizards here.

The bad news is that Zheng Qing has a bad premonition in his heart.

Five days have passed since the last departure from Phuket Island. Tomorrow is Lunar New Year. Seven days after New Year’s Eve is New Year’s Eve. After New Year’s Eve, New Year’s Day is Valentine’s Day. The heavy-duty train was rushing towards the young public finance student, just thinking about it, Zheng Qing seemed to be able to feel the strong, almost substantive sense of oppression rushing towards his face, which was suffocating.

But right now, there is still no progress in the pursuit of the forgiveness hunting team.

From Alaska to Siberia, from Lake Victoria to the Great Dividing Range, and then to the plateau of the Akatama Mountains on the Peruvian border, the forgiveness hunting team is like a headless chicken, scurrying around the world, smelling countless rotten smells , rushed over, but found that the **** I was looking for was not there.

Thinking of that word, Zheng Qing spat on the ground in disgust.

A small half of this precious liquid evaporated in mid-air, and the rest, after falling on the fine gravel, seeped down quickly along the dry cracks. In the blink of an eye, the saliva seemed like it had never happened before. Just like appearing in this world, there is not even a trace left behind.

Crash.

Slightly chaotic footsteps came, and Xiao Xiao and Dylan, who were in charge of the investigation mission, appeared in Zheng Qing's sight one after the other, with a lazy breath in their steps.

Zheng Qing's heart sank slightly, and sure enough, that bad premonition became a reality.

"No?" He asked succinctly.

Xiao Xiao's slightly shaking head seemed to mean a double negation, which brought a glimmer of hope to the young public fee student, but before this glimmer of hope arose, it was pulled back to the ground by the gravity of reality.

"There are traces of black magic, but it has nothing to do with the 'crow'," the short wizard replied quickly: "We checked the corpses that had been drained of blood, and the gentleman confirmed that no blood breath was found, so there is a high probability There is a wizard who has just fallen nearby... Where are the fat man and the swordsman? Aren't they staying with you?"

He looked around suspiciously, and his hand had already grasped his blue scroll of bamboo slips.

Zheng Qing patted the talisman gun hanging on his waist.

"Don't worry... the swordsman went to check around, and the fat man went to catch the scorpion." At this point, the captain of the forgiveness hunting team suddenly had a subtle feeling of envy in his heart: "That guy said that whether the Peruvian red scorpion is roasted or eaten The wine is all top-quality ingredients, it’s so easy to come here, if you don’t catch seventy or eighty to go back, it’s too wasteful..."

"It's really like something he can say." The fortune teller nodded slightly, and then adjusted his glasses: "Over there at the school, I mean, is there any news from Old Man Verne?"

Five days ago, the forgiveness hunting team went to the northern district patrol team at night as agreed, and met the old man Verne. The old man is still in good spirits, but his memory is not good. It took him a long time to recall the one-eyed crow he brought back to school.

The results were disappointing.

After all, the school is not a three-pronged sword or Danhag, and there is no legitimate reason to detain a wizard for a long time—even if it is just an elder of the ogre tribe—according to the "Code of Law", magical creatures such as ogres and murlocs with the ability to cast spells, All can enjoy the same rights as ordinary wizards.

Therefore, as early as a few months ago, after helping the one-eyed crow to lift the curse of forced transformation, the ogre elder disappeared into the vast silent forest.

According to old man Verne's speculation, that ogre elder most likely went to find his kind in the silent forest~www.readwn.com~ For any ogre tribe, the ogre who can use shaman spells Demon elders are rare and precious wealth.

"Don't worry, I know a lot of old guys in Silent Forest, and I will help you find out about it."

This is what the old man Verne said when he patted his chest in front of several young hunters before parting. But five days have passed, and there has been no news from the old man, so Zheng Qing sometimes privately wonders if he was perfunctory to them.

But facing his companions, he could not show such doubts.

"No, no, no... You have been separated from me for less than an hour, do you need to ask again after a while?" The captain of the forgiveness hunting team showed a trace of helplessness on his face: "If there is any news over there, I will definitely be the first... "

His voice stopped abruptly.

Because a group of blue flames suddenly burst out from the void, interrupting the young public fee student's words, several hunters raised their heads and looked at the flame.

The tongue of flame stretched out, and a beautiful and delicate blue bird formed from the flame in an instant, flapped its wings, landed on Zheng Qing's shoulder, and pecked his earlobe a little.

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The blue bird sang a melodious song, and the wizard listened carefully.

This is the encrypted message of the three-pronged sword. Ordinary intelligence does not require such encryption measures. Several other young wizards of the Forgiveness Hunting Team watched this scene nervously.

Soon, they saw their captain's brows slightly stretched.

"Understood, excuse me and go back immediately." He said to the blue bird.

The blue bird patted its wings in satisfaction, pecked his earlobe again, jumped up, left his shoulders, and flew straight into the sky, facing the sun and flying towards the sun.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a blue flame in the bright sunlight and disappeared from the sight of the young hunters.