Hunting High School

The old murloc who picked up Lin Guo and led the murloc tribe at the bottom of the lake out of the water in a hurry was Professor Garcia.

As a teacher of the First University, Professor Garcia is more familiar with the logic of communication in the wizarding world than his relatives at the bottom of the lake, and he is more thoughtful. , it rushed back to the bottom of the lake immediately, fearing that this accident was caused by some radical murlocs at the bottom of the lake who had lost their minds.

It has had mixed results.

Fortunately, the murloc tribe at the bottom of the lake was also in chaos, including the tribe Elder, the priest, and the leader of the young murlocs. No one knew what happened, only that a green vine suddenly grew out of the lake, and then the lake was like a blooming There was a ruckus like a pot.

At least the trouble wasn't caused by the murlocs in the reserve, which made Professor Garcia heaving a sigh of relief.

But as the saying goes, fortune and misfortune depend on each other, the murlocs knew nothing about the origin of the ivy, which not only reassured Professor Garcia, but also worried him.

As magnificent as the magical world is, it is as dangerous as it is.

No one knows where the ivy came from, and whether the monster on the ivy sneaked into the tribe at the same time. Therefore, after communicating with Professor Garcia, the elder Elder of the murloc tribe immediately ordered to select strong and alert murloc guards to investigate around to ensure the safety of the lake bottom. At the same time, all the priests were summoned to go to the place where the ivy was born with the totem that the murloc tribe had enshrined for a long time.

The bottom of the lake is slippery and the water is freezing cold. After not coming to the bottom of the lake for a long time, Professor Garcia stepped on the smooth pebbles and kept slipping, which attracted the eyes of other murlocs and made the old murloc feel uncomfortable.

It tugged at the robe that was extremely heavy after being soaked in water, and muttered, "This wizard's robe is really not suitable for activities in the water."

"You've lived on the shore for too long, so it's inevitable that you'll overlook this little detail." The elder Elder of the murloc tribe, who was covered in snow and had almost lost all his scales, patted Professor Garcia's dorsal fin comfortingly, gasped for a few breaths, and lowered his head. He said in a low voice: "But it is our murloc's instinct to move around in the water. You can regain the feeling by walking a few more steps."

These words made Professor Garcia feel a lot better.

Although Linzhong Lake is big, the murloc tribe has settled here for many years. Led by the murloc who is familiar with the water conditions, the group soon arrived at the place where the ivy sprouted.

It is different from what Professor Garcia imagined.

That green vine didn't grow from the mud and sand at the bottom of the lake, but grew directly from the cold and dark water in the center of the lake.

There is no light in the water, and the ivy emerges from the shadow where light and darkness meet, winding upward like a phantom. And the higher it goes up, the brighter the light is, the illusory figure of the green vine becomes more and more solid, until it penetrates the water surface, the green vine completely turns virtual into reality, and appears on the water surface of Linzhong Lake.

Professor Garcia tried to hit the ivy with his stick in the water.

The head of the staff was covered with a sliver of white light, bringing up a string of bubbles and rippling water waves, and then easily slid across the green vines. The other murloc Elders also used their own methods, but they could only see the lake water flowing through their finger webs, and the green vines rising and falling with the current. A group of old murlocs finally confirmed that the ivy in the water was not a real entity, but a shadow between reality and reality.

"This is not a situation we can handle." The Elder of the murloc tribe looked at the vine shadow swaying with the water with a serious face, and a few bubbles overflowed from the two long beards at the corner of his mouth: "Magic involving space and dimensions , we must ask the great wizard of the school to take action... Can you invite Professor Yao?"

The last sentence, it was addressed to Professor Garcia.

Professor Garcia very much approves of the Elder's judgment, but he doesn't have much confidence in whether he can invite Professor Yao—or any great wizard to make a move.

In normal times, this would not be a difficult task, but as far as Garcia knew, many high-rank wizards at the First University, including Professor Yao, were not at the school at the moment.

"I can try," it couldn't refuse the entrustment of the clansmen, it could only vaguely raise its head, and took a deep look at the ivy swaying slightly with the water: "... I hope it will stay like this until the school handles it." Quiet."

Before the words fell, the water in the distance was surging.

The old fish people looked back one after another.

After a while, Iseni, the most prestigious murloc of the younger generation, slid in front of the Elders with a wave of water, and held a thick bone stick in his hand.

"There's a monster in the lake," the young murloc said in a panicked tone, completely different from its usual arrogance: "It doesn't belong to Linzhong Lake, maybe it doesn't even belong to the Silent River! I've never seen that kind of monster before! "

"What kind of monster?" A murloc priest waved his hand and hit a bubble, which landed on top of Iseni's head.

The water bubble shattered with a bang, scattering a little bit of starlight, soothing the distraught mood of the young murloc.

"It looks like a sheep." After regaining consciousness, Iseni had no time to be ashamed, dancing and gesticulating, and described it to the Elders: "It has two horns, its whole body is pitch black, half of it is burning, and the other half is normal... ...seemed to have many legs...the flames looked like tentacles of the kraken!"

"Where's its eyes?" Professor Garcia's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked.

The young murloc was stunned for a moment, and then murmured: "The eyes...the eyes should be black. The bottom of the water is too dark, so we can't see clearly... After several partners were burned by the black sheep, I immediately lost consciousness..."

Professor Garcia has a staff in one hand, like other tribe Elders. But the other hand was in the pocket, and the index finger and middle finger were quietly crossed - this is the way of praying and blessing only for wizards. The old murloc hoped that the tribe could gain the blessings of the ancestors and wizards.

"Let's go and have a look." It looked back at the great Elder of the tribe.

The snow-white old murloc shook the staff in his hand, and the wooden carp sculpture hanging on the staff's head danced uneasily, and the silver ring on the fish's mouth collided wildly, making a dull sound.

"There's no need for us to go there," it gasped for breath, then turned to look in the direction Iseni swam from: "It's already come."

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Professor Garcia glanced at the empty lake, wondering if the Elder was dazzled.

But at the next moment, it opened its eyes wide in horror—beside the empty green vines a few seconds ago, a black sheep appeared at some point, as Iseni described before, half normal, half burning body of.

The dark red flames were burning quietly in the lake water, and a layer of thick shadows was shrouded above the firelight, jumping together with the burning flames, like illusory tentacles.

After just a few more glances, the tribal totem, which was carried behind the priests, crackled and made an ominous breaking sound.