Hunting High School

It turns out that it is very foolish to take the easy way out of a serious matter.

When the sixth wave of thirty-two ghouls arrived as scheduled, the forgiveness hunting team followed Zheng Qing's idea and first used the binding spell and the confusion spell to disrupt the attacking rhythm of the ghouls, trying to delay the time.

But that didn't make it any easier for them.

On the contrary, when these young hunters were dealing with the thirty-two ghouls with their hands tied, the seventh wave of sixty-four ghouls approached silently from another direction.

"Damn!"

After receiving Dylan's warning, the captain of the Forgiveness Hunting Team immediately noticed those sneaky figures, and cursed in a low voice: "I knew there was no such cheap thing... Restart the Pentagram Battle Formation and shrink your position... Gentleman , don't waste your time collecting those corpses!"

Before Dylan could speak, Xiao Xiao stopped Zheng Qing's suggestion: "No, it's not a bad thing to collect more...Maybe we will need their help soon."

At the same time, Zhang Jixin also vetoed Zheng Qing's tactics, and sternly shouted: "Swordsmen and gentlemen follow me to snipe the seventh wave of ghouls... Brother Scumbag and the doctor can deal with these guys in front of us!"

Then he turned his head to look at Zheng Qing, and patted his chest confidently: "There are less than a hundred ghouls, and we don't need to shrink the battle."

Zheng Qing shrugged, approving his tactics, but he pulled out the rune gun from his waist with his backhand and loaded it.

just in case.

Xiao Xiao glanced at the talisman spear in Gong Feisheng's hand.

"I remember that the student union forbids you to use rune guns in hunting competitions." While speaking, he was directing a few sharp wooden thorns to stab the ghouls bound in the vine net, stabbing their hearts crushed.

"It's just that the use of 'that' talisman is prohibited," Zheng Qing held up the book in one hand to help strengthen the power of the binding spell, while shaking the talisman gun in his hand, he simply explained: "...Ordinary talisman bullets are not within the forbidden range .”

Because during a patrol in the last semester, Zheng Qing shot Soprano and seriously injured him, so after apologizing and confirming to participate in this school hunting competition, under the reminder of the new Augustus, the student union and the hunting committee A letter was specially sent to prohibit Zheng Qing from using bullets 'beyond normal specifications' in the hunting competition.

At present, the letter appears to be superfluous.

These ghouls are too weak. Apart from being ugly, smelling bad, and having scary eyes, their actual fighting power is not even comparable to Poseidon—— Zheng Qing is completely reluctant to waste the worst rune bullets on them.

Their weak magic resistance and slow movement made them fall into a quagmire under the spells of the young hunters. Nearly a hundred ghouls lasted for less than five minutes before they were declared destroyed. Together with Dylan's other trophies, piled up into a hill.

"It always feels like something is wrong."

The young public servant squatted beside a dead ghoul, poking the ghoul's head with a wooden stick, and his ugly face turned to the boy following the force of the wooden stick.

For a moment, Zheng Qing felt that he had a deeper understanding of what Quasimodo or Frankenstein looked like.

He calmly reapplied a little force on the wooden stick, turned the face in another direction, and then continued to say: "Too weak...The fighting power of these guys is not even comparable to that of Arabian ghouls, and Never heard them communicate with each other, and the tactics they used were extremely crude... nothing like the ghouls we saw last time."

At the end of last semester, after the forgiveness hunting team entered the dreamland, they had a brief encounter with the ghouls in the dreamland. In Zheng Qing's impression, they were a group of cunning, vicious and combat-ready mercenaries.

Dylan nodded in agreement: "It's really not right."

As a creature with high-level undead blood, Mr. Vampire Werewolf has the most say in this matter. Since he also thinks something is wrong, there must be something wrong.

Xiao Xiao walked to Zheng Qing with two wooden thorns, and handed one to him.

"This is the first ghoul." The apologetic fortune-teller grabbed a wooden thorn and stabbed the ghoul with ease.

Make a big hole.

Then he looked around, and quickly determined the second Target: "This is one of the second waves."

This time, the holes made by the splinters in the ghouls were a little smaller.

"This is one end of the third wave."

The hole is smaller.

Zheng Qing was thoughtful, and poked after the doctor one by one. But as it shows, each subsequent wave of ghouls is not only more numerous, but also physically stronger. When it came to the last wave just now, that is, those sixty-four ghouls, under Zheng Qing's stabbing, they could only leave a small eye on them.

"There will be one hundred and twenty-eight ghouls next." The captain of the forgiveness hunting team murmured, stood up, looked into the distance, and tightened his hand with the rune gun.

The weapons that I thought would not be used today, it seems that there will still be a chance to make a profit.

"It's been less than an hour since the start of the match," Xiao Xiao calculated, and quickly analyzed: "Although each subsequent wave will appear about a minute later than the previous wave...but with the current frequency, In the next hour, the number of ghouls we face may be as high as four thousand, or even more than eight thousand."

hiss!

Including the most courageous Zhang Jixin, everyone gasped. If the individual strength of the next ghouls continues to strengthen, then forgiveness is likely to be powerless when facing more than 2,000 ghouls.

"So the word 'persistence' is the word I heard the most this year!" Zheng Qing felt a little toothache, and couldn't help rubbing his cheeks with the hand holding the rune gun.

He doubted very much whether this hunting ground could hold those thousands of ghouls.

"It is in the dreamland that the school dares to play so generously."

Mr. Vampire Werewolf's gaze lingered on those ghouls, and he sighed repeatedly: "If it is outside, a specially prepared dreamland ghoul needs at least one golden bean... a game consumes hundreds or thousands of heads, even No matter how rich the school is, it will go bankrupt."

"No wonder the start is so easy." The red-faced warlock tugged at the gloves in his hands, took out the protective gear from his pocket, and began to put it on, while muttering: "... Cheap is not good, it's a wise saying."

Can this still be understood?

Zheng Qing twitched the corner of his mouth.

"If the calculation is correct, within five minutes, the eighth round of ghouls should appear." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and glanced at the other people: "My opinion is that the gentleman will lead them to entangle you." Part of..."

He pointed to the pile of corpses, and said to Dylan, "You need to familiarize yourself with their command methods before the real test comes...Others should deal with the remaining ghouls as quickly as possible."

Dylan nodded slightly.

Then, under Zheng Qing's puzzled eyes, Mr. Vampire Werewolf opened the book, cleared his throat, and said lightly: "Pick up the emperor's corpse!"

A dead ghoul stood up crookedly amidst the sound of incantations, drooping its head, and spinning slowly on the spot as if it would fall at any moment. Through the big hole in his chest, Zheng Qing could clearly see the calm expression of Dr. Xiao Da on the other side of the hole.