Hunting High School

The secret technique of the council under the moon?

Zheng Qing has seen it in the black prison, it is indeed a very powerful magic, which can bring together the magic power of the five senators and display almost legendary power.

But Su Shijun really didn't teach the secret technique of forgiveness.

Regardless of the fact that the secret technique probably requires the blood of the five major clans of the Council of the Moon, how can He De bear such a large Karma with just an ordinary small hunting team? Has the brain of the person spreading this rumor been eaten by zombies?

While slandering, the young public fee student patiently denied all kinds of weird remarks——

"No, as the instructor, Mr. Su only gave us guidance within the scope of the syllabus, and the secret technique of joint attack is purely non-existent..."

"The Forgiveness Hunting Team will not recruit new players this year, thank you!"

"Member Su won't be present at every competition, she still has a lot of heavy lab work to do..."

"The Forgiveness Hunting Team has always adhered to the concept of 'faster, higher, stronger, and cleaner' to demand ourselves..."

"Forgiveness will continue to start from the perspective of strength, and play every game well..."

"No! We don't know anything about Su Shijun's lover!"

"The forgiveness hunting team's position on the hunting competition is consistent. Any violation of the hunting team must be punished. The purpose and principles of the hunting competition should be jointly maintained..."

"Rumors! They're all rumors... Rumors stop at the wise!"

At the beginning, he still had reasons to say one or two things, but as more and more questions became more and more strange, the wizard gradually became impatient, and took out the means of replying letters, repeating what he made up like a repeater. That set of rhetoric.

Fortunately, the number of students in Tianwen 08-1 class was limited, and the young public finance students were finally able to withstand the heavy pressure and squeeze through the enthusiastic crowd.

"Why don't they bother you!"

After pushing through the crowd, Xin Fatty sat down, complaining and tugging at the tight neckline, like a steamed potato.

"Because I'm sick." The red-faced wizard snorted, didn't even bother to open his eyes, and exuded an aura of not being close to strangers all over his body.

The fat wizard laughed dryly.

"How do you feel?" He shoved the snack box in front of Zhang Jixin—for a fat wizard, this was a very friendly gesture.

"Alive."

The red-faced wizard sniffled, raised one of his eyes, hesitated for a second, picked out a dried plum from the box, threw it into his mouth, and immediately showed a sour expression on his face, smacking, his tone showing A bit frustrated: "It's a bit of a backlash syndrome where the magic power is exhausted, the whole body is sore, and the magic power is out of control...I feel like I can't participate in tonight's trials."

"What?"

Zheng Qing, who was originally dizzy, immediately caught the key information in this sentence, suddenly raised his head, and looked at Zhang Jixin: "You can't participate in the competition tonight?"

"It doesn't matter, isn't there still me?" Xin Fatty comforted his team leader: "Squad leader Jiang hasn't had time to play yet... Take ten thousand steps back, even if there are six vacancies in the team tomorrow, you only need to send a recruitment notice and assign them to the team." A new hunting team can be gathered in minutes."

Having said that.

"The doctor can share part of the tactical guidance tasks, Fatty, you take part of the 'mt' duties," Zheng Qing broke his fingers, talking about how to play the game after the loss of a main hunter: "... Fortunately, I practiced Bofu before During the battle, we took turns and familiarized ourselves with our respective positions in advance."

At the end, he sighed deeply: "I hope I don't meet Shantak birds tonight."

In his impression, those ferocious flying birds with horse faces are full of aura, and forgiveness lacks the ability to fight in the air, so it is naturally best not to fight against them.

Next to him, Xiao Xiao was wiping his bamboo slips with a piece of silk cloth. Hearing this, he snorted: "The Shantak bird is a low-rank servant race in the dreamland, even higher than the ranks of the ancestors." They are all low, except for being able to fly, there is almost no aggressiveness... Rather than being afraid of a group of flying insects, you might as well pray that you will not encounter giant worms

Insects are such troublesome things. "

Zheng Qing changed the content of the prayer obediently immediately following the remonstrance: "...I hope that I don't encounter giant worms tonight. Sanqing blesses you. I praise Namo Gatling Bodhisattva. Merlin is on top, Amen!"

...

Perhaps it was the piety of the young public finance student who moved the gods.

During the selection contest on Sunday night, when drawing lots, Zheng Qing was very lucky to draw a brown egg containing Zug from the puppet man's hat.

These little furry brown creatures, with their sharp teeth and simple magic skills, have an innate fear of cats - something the average wizard rarely knows, but as someone who has crossed the icy wilderness, To the young wizards of the Forgiveness Hunt who had entered Ulthar, this weakness was as obvious as a lice on a bald man's head.

So, on Sunday night, at the hunting ground of the Forgiveness Hunting Team, the audience in the stands enjoyed a cat-and-mouse battle with the puppets. The young wizards used summoning spells to summon a large group of cats of various colors, chasing the Zugs and running around. Every time the number of Zugs exploded, they would sadly find that there were more cats on the opposite side.

And the forgiveness hunting team paid only the chicken legs and dried fish in Xin Fatty's "Watch Food Bank".

"Malicious waste, cruel face." The fat wizard looked at a Persian cat kicking away the leftover fish head, with a distressed face: "I will take full responsibility for tonight's loss team!"

"Reimbursement! Full reimbursement!" Zheng Qing agreed.

"It also includes mental loss." Xin Fatty hit the snake with a stick, and added wittyly: "The fish heads wasted by these little things are enough for my snacks for a month."

"If you can get through tonight in peace, you can have fun secretly." Dr. Xiao sneered again and again: "Still mentally damaged? Will you make a confession to the hunting team if you win the game? Elder was injured in the last game and did not seek hunting. The team reimburses nutrition expenses!"

Fatty was speechless for a moment.

It was Zheng Qing who reacted: "Oh, I almost forgot... It is true that Elder should be reimbursed for some nutritional expenses. It's not good to favor one over another."

Of course, Zug on Sunday's tryout wasn't the luckiest night for forgiveness.

The luckiest time was that before the fourth trial, Zheng Qing drew out a Tindalos hound—this is a troublesome creature that ranks higher than Migo and Guge titan, and is comparable to giant worms. Their Life is in the "angle" of time, and they are endlessly hunting their targets, so they are dubbed "hounds".

Because Maodou has Mushisha's blood, Zheng Qing originally planned to ask the dog to be a middleman to see if he could live in peace with those hounds, but Dr. Xiao Da dissuaded the captain from this stupid idea. He just created a transparent The glass ball, and then let five teammates hide in the goal, and the hounds were completely blinded, turning into streaks of black air and flying around the hunting ground, but they still couldn't touch a piece of clothing of the wizards.