Hunting College

"Broken bamboo, renew bamboo, flying soil, chasing meat!"

The sound of Professor Yao singing the "Hunting Song" echoed over the hunting ground.

This seems to be a spell.

The melodious horn sounded vaguely from the mist, and the vicissitudes of the tune made everyone's back chill.

The audience on the field could not help stand up.

Everyone’s eyes were a little confused, but gradually, everyone seemed to understand something. Then slowly, with the sound of the horn from the small world, sang softly:

"Ji Ri Weiwu, both the uncle and the prayer. The chariot is good, the four kongfu..."

"Ji Ri Geng Wu, since I have sent my horse. The beast is the same, the hunting direction..."

"It both opens my bow and holds my arrow."

"Faith, Xiaofeng, it's a big deal!"

"For the guests, and for the sake!"

"Take the royal guest, and take a drink!!"

"With the royal guests, and with the wine!!!"

Over and over again, the voices of the people on the court became louder and louder, more and more pious, and more engrossed.

If there is a god, there is spirit.

With the prayers of everyone, the vortex formed by the fog in the center of the hunting ground became more and more solid and clearer, and gradually, it had a tendency to solidify.

It seems to have turned into a huge sculptured rock statue.

And through the ‘eye of the whirlpool’ in the center, the scenery in the small world becomes more and more vivid.

It is a vast and expansive land.

The north is rolling hills. From hills to hills, and then to towering dangerous peaks, overlapping and overlapping, the shadows are brilliant, and they become more and more magnificent under the cover of fog. Meadows at the foot of the mountain, shrubs on the slopes, and snow on the tops of the mountains, all kinds of scenes are available.

The south is a crimson wasteland. Coarse gravel was spread messily on the ground, and dark red basalts were randomly stacked together, forming a variety of strange shapes, some like towers, some like tombs, and some turned into hideous monsters in the wind and water erosion. .

Between the south and the north, there is a vast grassland.

There is also a wide and peaceful river that runs north and south, converging from the top of the snow-capped mountains, looping through the grasslands, and finally sinking into the red wasteland in the south, disappearing into a deep, invisible abyss.

While observing this small world, Zheng Qing found something very interesting.

When he stared at a certain place in the world for more than ten seconds through the "eye of the whirlpool", the view of the world in front of his eyes would continue to zoom-like a high-powered telescope that automatically adjusts the focus-until Blink three times and the process will stop.

"It's so interesting!" Zheng Qing threw away his binoculars, closed his left and right eyes in turn, enthusiastically trying to unlock other effects.

For example, by simply opening the left eye, you can see the image of luck in the world-white images represent healthy animals, gray images represent injured animals, white redness means hunting, gray quickly turns black Represents the end of fate, and so on.

"You can try to open both eyes, keep staring at a certain scenery, and stay motionless... for a minute." Duan Xiaojian hooked Zheng Qing's shoulders and made a serious suggestion.

Zheng Qing pondered that he just took a look anyway, and there was no risk of mischief, so he nodded and agreed.

After a while, the young public-sponsored student yelled, closed his eyes and slammed forward.

Duan Xiaojian seemed to be prepared, he laughed, and grabbed his collar without letting Zheng Qing hit the ground.

"Magic also requires basic rules." Xiao Xiao looked at it coldly for a long time, until the young public-funded student was a little awake before he slowly explained: "...When we look on through the'Eye of the World', our eyes will be affected. The effect of gravitational acceleration...So if you stare at a certain place motionlessly for a long time, you will have a feeling of falling from the sky and free fall."

"This is an illusion, just get used to it." Duan Xiaojian patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder and comforted.

The young public servant turned pale, and it took a long time to adjust the slightly chaotic senses.

"What do you think about the hunting game?" He slowed down, and questioned for the first time: "If a place is hunting...Are we going to keep changing our eyes? Wouldn't this miss many wonderful pictures?"

"You can move your eyes slightly, or you can blink your eyes once in a while." Duan Xiaojian was afraid that Zheng Qing would trouble him later, hurriedly introducing his experience: "Downton said there is another good way, which is to bring a flat mirror..."

Upon hearing this name, Zheng Qing looked around subconsciously.

"Where is Downton?" He glanced at Duan Xiao Jian: "I said it was a bit weird today... Without him nagging and rectifying discipline in the team, I'm really not used to it..."

"Downton was invited by the Hunting Committee to serve as the deputy of this year's narrator." Xiao Xiao said quietly next to him: "You are still a public student anyway, why don't you know anything?"

Zheng Qinggan laughed twice, then turned his head and looked at the eyes of the whirlpool again.

After getting used to the dynamic vision, the deeper beauty of that small world was gradually discovered.

In the sky, hungry vultures hovered in flocks, peering; the noisy crow flocks were like black clouds, passing by from low altitude from time to time; and there were vigorous eagles aiming at the little beasts in the low grass. We flop and return with a load.

On the ground, among the tall pastures, wildebeests, antelopes, wild horses and other herbivores are foraging and drinking in groups; around them, the lion group is slowly moving, and the wide-eyed cheetah is grinding teeth and sucking claws; The little beasts take care of the mother beast meticulously and play in the shallow waters of the big river. The ferocious crocodiles drift along the water like dead trees, blinking their eyes from time to time, revealing a few fierce gazes.

There are giant snakes coiling around the mountainside, spitting out letters, and looking coldly at the wild sheep gnawing on tender grass.

There are also fire-red ants hiding in the crevices of the rocks, shaking their antennae, standing on the deserted ground, waiting for the prey to come.

The whole world is murderous, and there are scenes of hunting and anti-hunting everywhere.

It's just that in Zheng Qing's eyes, there seems to be something missing.

"Where is the demon?" The young public-sponsored student stabbed the doctor next to him, with a bit of surprise in his tone: "If I read it right, the following animals should be ordinary beasts."

Whether it is a ferocious lion, a jackal, a cheetah, a crocodile, or a grumpy goat, an antelope, a bison, or an elephant with a more gentle personality, they have a pair of black and white eyes—not the blood red of the demons. eye.

Even if he didn't look at his eyes, Zheng Qing did not feel the vicious atmosphere of wild monsters from those wild animals.

"The hunting team hasn't appeared yet...it's not time to release the prey yet." Xiao Xiao explained briefly~www.readwn.com~When will the hunting team come on the field! Zheng Qing sighed and looked up at the falling sun, a little anxious.

"Don't make a sound..." Xiao Xiao suddenly raised his hand and stopped.

Zheng Qing frowned.

He also vaguely heard a familiar piece of music floating in the distance.

"Go to the hunting ground, go to the hunting ground..."

This is the classic hunting song "Go to the Hunting Ground". For wizards, it is like the relationship between "Katyusha" and the Russians.

The people in the surrounding audience seemed to have heard the distant and ethereal singing at the same time, and many people sang along in harmony.

The young public student couldn't help but hummed, "Go to the hunting ground, go to the hunting ground..."

"The hunting team is about to enter." Xiao Xiao took a deep breath, squinted, and stared at the stone gate at the entrance of Hunting Ground No. 1.