Hunting High School

This is a world shrouded in darkness.

The pitch-black earth, the pitch-black night sky, the pitch-black world.

A pair of scarlet eyes quietly opened in the darkness, and looked around.

The night covered its body, but it couldn't hide its bony breath. Like a wild dog. It stretched out its skinny forelimbs, crouched down, and slowly crawled forward like a real wild dog without making a single movement.

This is the basic skill to survive in this dark world.

Because no one knows how many dangers are hidden in the darkness, and how many lives are buried after the danger.

The scarlet eyes flickered in the darkness, and the figure of the 'Wild Dog' became slower and slower. Finally, in a corner of its memory, it touched a dry leg bone.

Scarlet lit up for a moment.

Immediately disappeared.

There was a faint creaking sound in the silence.

The dry bones were ground into powder by the teeth and swallowed into the stomach with saliva. The taste is a bit bland, and there is really no nutrition. But in the black prison, it is the greatest luck to find something to eat and struggle to survive, and it can't expect more.

Thinking of the word extravagant hope, the creaking sound in the night stopped for a moment.

I don't know if I think of the scenery under the blue sky and white clouds, or the tenderness of fresh flesh and blood. After staying in this world for a long time, such words will not bring much fluctuation to its mood. But in recent days, for some reason, it has been thinking more and more of those words and the meaning behind those words.

Such as extravagant hope, such as hope, such as despair.

Just as the 'creaking' sound paused for a moment, a dull rumbling sound suddenly came from the dark night sky above. Like a thunderstorm in a distant place.

The scarlet eyeballs lifted up and looked towards the sky.

Behind the head of the night is not a brilliant starry sky, but First Stage and First Stage black clouds. It is said that behind those clouds, there is a terrifying magic circle hidden, which can easily strangle a big monster. When it was thrown into this world, it was just a little famous real demon, equivalent to those registered wizards in the Witch League, and had no chance to feel the horror of those magic circles.

It can only feel the oppression beneath those clouds.

Thick clouds covered everything.

On a normal day, those clouds don't fluctuate in the slightest for months, years, or even decades. Even if a newcomer is thrown in from the outside by the wizards, it will not cause a ripple in those black clouds.

But in the recent period—it may be a few days, maybe a few months, or even longer, because for the residents living in this black world, time has no meaning—in short, in the recent period, There is more and more movement between the clouds.

Sometimes there is a continuous flash of light behind the clouds.

Sometimes there will be a continuous rumbling sound behind the clouds.

Sometimes, the clouds will even break a hole, and some wizards in black robes will fall down.

It has seen such a scene once from a distance, the black-robed wizards are like birdmen with spread wings, slowly descending along the sky. Although separated by a long, long distance, it could vaguely smell the mouth-watering aura from those wizards through the dull wind in the darkness.

Many monsters who lost their minds, like moths jumping at the lamp, rushed towards the sky light. Then it turned into piles of fly ash. Although it was weak, it still had enough sense. It didn't seek its own death like those of its kind, but looked at the sky light coldly like other old monsters who had stayed in the black prison for countless years.

One end of the sky light is connected to the world outside the darkness, and the other end is connected to those strongholds in the dark world. Those belonged to the wizards and were used to oversee the strongholds of the prisoners in this black prison. It once wondered if the wizards wanted to completely destroy the prisoners in this world, otherwise why would they send so many wizards into the black prison.

until today.

The strange movement came again from behind the clouds.

After the rumbling sound, the clouds were not completely quiet. Suddenly, a vortex appeared between the clouds. The vortex was very small at first, like an unripe green bean, but soon, the vortex turned faster and bigger, and in a short while, the green bean turned into a bottomless black hole.

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Unlike in the past, the other end of the cave today is not the dazzling sky light, but a bright starlight.

boom!

A huge figure smashed through the starlight, got out of the vortex, and fell heavily into this dark world.

It was a roc.

It spread its wings as if it could cover the entire sky. But this world is already very dark and dark, even if it covers the entire sky, it will not make more changes in this world.

Its appearance has attracted many coveted eyes.

"Come down."

A generous divine sense attracted the roc and it fell from the sky.

At the same time, a huge palm protruded from the ground, with five fingers spread out, raised flat, like a temporary landing pad.

Dapeng accurately fell into the palm of that hand.

Then he clenched and retracted his palms, and disappeared into the boundless darkness again in the blink of an eye. A few mournful and long howls could be heard faintly in the distance, accompanied by a little bit of scarlet, which painted the night with a frightening color.

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'Wild Dog' chewed the dry bone meal in his mouth, feeling a sense of boredom in his heart, and kept replaying the brilliance just after the vortex in his mind.

The bone meal that can suppress the hunger a little on weekdays, for some reason today, the more you chew, the less taste you get.

The scarlet eyes flickered in the darkness.

In the end, it took the bone and came to a ravine.

Unlike other places in the dark world, there is a lingering sulfurous smell over this ravine. 'Wild Dog' bit the bone, chose a place with a shallow gully, spread his five fingers, and began to dig the black gravel.

The gully gradually deepened and widened under its excavation.

In the deep darkness, at some point, a little dark red appeared. That spot of dark red slowly flowed between the skinny fingers, gathered together, and soon formed a small puddle of orange-red.

This is underground magma.

It is also one of the few colors and seasonings in this world that belong to the prisoners.

The orange-red light shone on the face of 'Wild Dog', revealing a pale, skin-covered, skeleton-like face. It greedily stared at the magma, thinking of the spicy hot pot that it had eaten a long time ago, and the bottom of the pot was also the same color.

Then it put the bitten bone into the 'hot pot base' and rinsed it.

There is an oily burnt smell coming out of the bones, so fascinating.

It took a deep breath, trying to lock that breath firmly in its chest, trying to dispel the bright starry sky in its mind, as well as the huge roc bird that can fly freely.

In the distance, another flame lit up from time to time.

The fiery magma is rolling in the ravines, bringing a little light to this world, but like a firefly in the night, such a little light cannot bring hope, but makes this world look more hopeless.