Hunting High School

Compared with the spacious and spacious classrooms on the first floor, the space on the second floor is much smaller, and the decoration and space are more divided. It looks like a reception room of a private club.

It's just that there are no waiters or bartenders in this reception room.

Some are hideous specimens of various magical creatures scattered around the room, such as Tanggula ice chinchillas, Welsh green dragons, Minotaurs in armor, unicorns in saddles, dwarf paws, titan's Eyeballs, Dusters made of centaur mane, crafts made of murloc scales.

Many of the ornaments are still 'alive'.

Nikita could clearly hear the wailing coming from the 'deep part' of the ornaments' bodies. This pain is like a strong spice, enriching the emotions of the liches that are gradually drying up.

Sir Ulrich led the guests into the depths of the reception room.

Like a catfish dropped into a dead sardine box, the freshness brought by the strangers attracted the attention of many old liches in the drawing room.

They slowly turned their necks, a little red light bloomed deep in the dark eye sockets, and there was a crackling sound between the joints, like a rusty machine restarting and a gear lacking lubricating oil.

Nikita lowered his head, held his breath, and followed behind the captain, quietly passing through the tables.

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Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a bowl in the hands of an old lich—a pale skull bowl filled with bright red liquid, hot and bubbling. Skinned chicken feet, skinny and pale, covered with horrific scars.

The banshee swallowed quietly, looked away, and stared at the captain's heels, not daring to make the slightest movement. The rationality of the wizard mixed with the impulsiveness of the demon created a group of crazy liches, and the older the lich, the worse the ability to control emotions. Decaying age preserves sanity.

And these 'Elders' who stayed on the second floor of the mage tower all the year round were old liches with high Magic power but not strong enough. I rarely deal with the downstairs.

The young banshee doubted very much whether these crazy old liches on the second floor would chop off her head because she walked with her left foot first.

At the end of the drawing room was a dark wall, on which hung rows of shriveled heads. There was the head of the Hugh with four antlers; the Gorgon sisters with the hair of snakes; and Cerberus with three heads, three dog heads, each with a bloody mouth, and the hair coiled between them. with a dry poisonous snake.

Of course, the heads of wizards are the most numerous of those 'hanging ornaments'.

Old wizards, young wizards, wizards, witches, wizards with pointed hats, wizards with totems painted on their bald heads, wizards with beards hanging down to the floor, half-human half-bear-faced wizards, and so on.

In front of the black wall, there is a small altar.

The pedestal of Michugao is divided into three layers and is in the shape of a pyramid. The pedestal is roughly decorated with a few stone pillars, a few sculptures that seem to be smashed out of stone tools, and a few dirty cloth belts. On the pedestal is a bronze tripod with three legs and two ears.

There is no cover on the tripod, and there is a fire under the tripod. There is a sound of gurgling water in the tripod, as if someone is making tea.

"Didn't you always want to know how the Lich respects the True Ancestor?"

"Now you can see."

While speaking, Sir Ulrich leaned down and worshiped in front of the altar, then took out a piece of dry bacon from his pocket, and threw it to the bronze tripod on the altar. Dingkou seemed to be a monster with its mouth wide open, swallowing the sacrifice of the old lich in one gulp.

There was a gurgling sound from the tripod, as if the monster belched after eating, or the sound of the monster's stomach being digested.

"May the True Ancestor bless you."

Sir Ulrich clasped his hands together, read a sentence reverently, then stood up, stepped aside, and looked towards the audience.

"May the True Ancestor bless you!"

"Bless the True Ancestor!"

The old liches who were sitting in their respective positions drinking 'tea' in a daze were forced to stand up, follow Sir Ulrich's sacrifice, and send their own blessings.

At the same time, they also casually took out some sacrifices from their side and threw them towards the bronze cauldron—something better, similar to Sir Ulrich, throwing a piece of blackened bacon, almost, throwing a few pieces of sausage The shredded bones, and a few old liches who were too much, even threw bugs at the true ancestor.

Nikita saw it very clearly, it was the kind of bug with hard skin and sour flesh!

When she was starving to death in the Sahara desert, she couldn't even eat the kind of bugs!

Sir Ulrich turned around and spread his hands at the captain of the Mist:

"The lich's reverence for the true ancestor is almost the same at this age."

The old Lich's tone was somewhat innocent, but there was a mocking smile on his wrinkled old face: "...Many wizards are forced to fall, and have never had the honor to face the power of the true ancestor. So we To sacrifice to him, he will give us a little psychological comfort... Young liches need more psychological comfort, and the sacrifice may be richer; So little."

"It's a very fair deal. Don't talk about beliefs, just talk about eating and drinking. Everyone is still a good monster."

Captain Misty's eyes fell on the black wall.

"A very beautiful collection." It praised sincerely: "Especially the head of that little wizard... I can feel the unyielding soul in his skull as soon as I go upstairs, shining like a lighthouse in a storm."

Sir Ulrich replied meaningfully: "The younger the soul, the more powerful and intense the impulse is, and it is as refreshing as a piece of crisp hard candy. The old soul is like brown sugar because of decay. Although the taste is rich, But it is easy to be manipulated by others, and it tastes sticky to the teeth."

call!

The door at the entrance to the second floor was opened again.

A small group of young liches filed in, led by a banshee with closed eyes, with the lich's 'work' logo printed on the center of her brow, and wearing a wide cloak. Followed by a strong male monster, his head was hidden under the hood, and he seemed to be holding a little girl in his arms. Only two calves were exposed, shivering outside the cloak.

After the male demon, there are several figures, either tall and thin, or short, or slim. The only thing they have in common is that they all lower their heads and hide their heads under the hoods, as if they are full of awe of this unknown world.

Accompanied by the breeze in the hallway, Nikita faintly heard the banshee asking the old lich at the entrance who was holding the bowl of skull and blood in a nice voice, who is Sir Ulrich.

As Nikita thought, old liches are very bad-tempered.

The old lich rejected the banshee's inquiry with a violent tone.

Then its head was smashed.