Hunting College

"Get up!"

"You are the captain of the hunting team! You must stand up!"

"The monkey demon is in front and the wolf pack is in the back. We must do something!"

"Hurry up!"

These voices seemed to be coming from far, far away, noisy, pulling Zheng Qing's nearly collapsed thoughts and no longer falling downward.

He recalled vigorously, thinking about these familiar voices.

It seems that a long time has passed, and it seems to be an instant.

Zheng Qing suddenly raised his head. Although his dim eyes were still empty, his expression had become much calmer.

"Hurry up! What do we do next?!!!" Zhang Jixin's anxious yells still echoed around, magically injecting a lot of motivation into Zheng Qing's heart.

The captain of the guilt hunting team struggled to get up and looked around.

On a small hill not far away, two monkey monsters were waving thick wooden sticks wantonly to beat the traces of magic remaining on the top of the mountain, leaving behind ugly pits, splashing patches of mud.

Zheng Qing's eyes darkened and turned away.

More than a dozen gray wolf demons were led by three **** wolves, patrolling at the foot of the hill, monitoring the two uninvited guests waving wooden sticks. The rest of the wolf spirits, under the command of the White Wolf King, slowly constructed the blockade, slowly tightening the encirclement from far to near.

Zhang Jixin, Xin, and the two-headed Minotaur formed a standard triangle defensive formation, encircling Zheng Qing in the middle, and doing their best to resist the surrounding wolf demons. Even Zhang Jixin's flying centipede was jumping around, attacking every monster that approached.

Thinking ability quickly returned to the brain, Zheng Qing felt that his consciousness was now particularly clear.

He was keenly aware of many details that he had overlooked before-such as the wolf demon group fighting and retreating, and using bait to seduce young hunters to advance; another example is the wolf demon that gradually disappeared during the retreat. Detour around the hunting team's back; and the two monkey monsters, after smashing the talisman formation, have been grinding and chirping on the top of the mountain, dragging two big wooden sticks around, but they still refuse to get close to the wolves.

Compared to him, the state of the remaining two members of the hunting team is obviously more reliable. Fatty Xin has always been very stable because he is in a giant state; Zhang Jixin has also restrained his irritable temper. Although he still looks like gnashing his teeth, he is not dazzled by anger, but strictly implements defensive tactics. Rashly.

This made the captain of the Yougui Hunting Team feel very ashamed.

"With Fat Blue as the center, continue to move closer to the small hills." Zheng Qing said hoarsely, and put forward his own opinions: "After Mino pottery pressure, pay attention to safety."

Without questioning his companions, he immediately explained: "The monkey demon and the wolf demon are obviously on guard against each other. This is our only opportunity... According to the habits of the demon, the peace between them is very fragile."

"We are dancing on the tip of a knife." The fat man murmured, his voice rumbling like thunder.

Zhang Jixin gritted his teeth, did not speak, just nodded viciously. A snow-white towel is tied to his forearm, but at this moment the towel has been stained red with blood.

"Are you injured?" Zheng Qing looked at the red handkerchief and asked in a low voice: "What level? Have you removed the poison?"

"First level. It's just being touched by the claws of those wolf cubs twice, and I can hold on for a while." Zhang Jixin shook his head and said cruelly: "It just needs a little stimulation...It doesn't matter if it is late."

Zheng Qing nodded and said nothing.

He is no longer a newcomer to the wizarding world, and he no longer talks about the bites and scratches of the monsters, and he is afraid of it.

According to the Wizard League’s "Class III Demon Damage Classification" in the "Encyclopedia of the Wizarding World", the scratches, bites, and scratches of ordinary wild monsters, as well as the scratches of high-level monsters, belong to the first-level monster damage and the poison received. The invasion is very mild, and it can be completely resolved by externally or internally administered drugs, transporting blood and other methods.

The bite of the wild demon king and the high level demon belongs to the second level demon damage. Wizards will be attacked by moderate poisons under this attack, but as long as they are treated by professional therapists and properly maintained, they will not leave any sequelae.

Only the sorcerer who is infected by the gift of painstaking effort-that is, the third-level monster damage in the classification-even after the rescue of the healer, there will still be a conversion rate of more than ninety-nine percent.

The so-called gift of hard work is an evil ritual in which the demon cuts the wizard's heart and drips his own blood into the wizard's heart. Most of the wizards who have been transformed have fallen in this way.

The monsters used in the formal hunting competitions have been carefully screened and screened by the hunting committee, and there will be no monsters that can be gifted with hard work. Therefore, even if a hunter is scratched or bitten by a monster in the hunting ground, his life will not be in danger.

"Oh, Shet!" The fat man suddenly cursed loudly.

"There is a situation?" Zheng Qingyang used a slingshot to shoot out a few talisman bullets. After he forced the approaching wolf demon back, he immediately raised his head to look at the blue giant.

"Some guys are here again." The blue giant waved the stick vigorously and roared: "Do you still have a Move Curse? I think we'd better move our position."

Zheng Qing looked up and looked into the distance.

Even without the height of the Blue Giant, he quickly noticed some changes on the edge of the grass field.

The wolf demons who had been scattered on the periphery seemed to be frightened. They jumped out of the hidden grass tent in a panic, and ran in the direction of the White Wolf King in a panic.

Several black-skinned pig monsters comparable to baby elephants, with bright red eyes and two large white fangs, hummed, rushed, and threw the gray-headed faces of several wolf monsters.

Zheng Qing's face became more and more ugly.

"The distance of the moving curse is limited, and I don't know how many monsters in ambush are around," he paused, and added: "Rather than running away blindly, it is better to stay here temporarily... the eye of the storm is safer than the edge."

As he said, the arrival of the monkey demon and the pig demon caused most of the wolf demon's attention to the competitors. The pressure on the young hunters who were besieged by the demons in the center was much less.

These monsters with a little more wit are not stupid.

No one will fight the risk of losing a few good teeth to make clothes for others.

"Tweet!"

A harsh bird's song came from overhead.

Zheng Qing suddenly raised his head, and saw a group of red-eyed and gray-feathered flat-haired beasts hanging in the air, spreading their wings and bashing Fat Blue's head vigorously.

It is a group of sparrow monsters.

It seems to be a demon derived from a sparrow. However, compared with ordinary sparrows, each of these sparrows is comparable to pigeons. But even so, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, the group of flapping winged guys, looked no different from the fly in front of Fat Blue.

Still the size of sesame mung bean.

It's just a bit noisy.

Before the fat man had time to reach out to drive them away, a pink tongue suddenly popped out of the void, just wrapped it in a roll, and pulled a sparrow back into his big mouth.

"Goo! Goo!!"

A chubby flower-skin frog poked its head out of the air, with its mouth squirming, looking at the group of sparrows greedily. But immediately, it was frightened by the strong demonic energy crisscrossing around it, and with a kick on its short legs, it shuffled back into the void.

"Where is the flying frog?" Fat Blue scratched his head, his mind a little bit unable to turn.

"The wolf is obsessed with its hustle, and its tail is carried!"

A burst of spells chanted abruptly from the northwest, clearly falling in the ears of everyone in the Yougui Hunting Team.