Hunting High School

When Zheng Qing ran panting to the pier by the lake in his courtyard robe, many figures had already gathered here.

Red, white, blue, yellow, gray, black, six colors of robes are scattered among the dark green lawn, reflecting the blue-black lake in the distance, like a slowly unfolding picture scroll.

Zheng Qing squinted, trying to find a familiar face.

Soon, he saw Lingo beside the old man Verne.

They stood almost in the center of all the wizards, and there were several assistant teachers in black robes standing beside them.

"Excuse me, excuse me." Zheng Qing apologized repeatedly, squeezed through the crowd, sweating profusely, and came to the old school worker.

With his back turned to him, the old janitor was listening to the quarrel between the teaching assistants with a sullen face.

"Could it be a mistake?!" Hilda's voice seemed restless: "Is it a little too hasty to call the patrol so hastily? These students..."

As he spoke, he waved his hand back vigorously, covering many figures including Zheng Qing.

"Students, are you ready?" His face was a little flushed, thin beads of sweat hung from the tip of his nose, and against the brass nose ring, a blurred spot of light was reflected on the wing of his nose.

"This is the First University, and they are the students of the First University." Thomas stood under the shadow of the old janitor, which made his sense of presence a little weak. On the contrary, his speech was firm and fierce, like a cone In the bag, the dull atmosphere in the arena was pierced in an instant: "If the patrol team can't even handle this kind of thing well, can the wizarding world expect us to do other things?"

The rhetoric is already very harsh.

Even Hilda, who strongly opposed it, shut her mouth and remained silent.

"What are they arguing about?" Zheng Qing approached Linguo's ear and asked in a low voice, "Why did they summon us?"

Ling Guo was still carrying his small schoolbag on his shoulders. Hearing this, he didn't speak, but made a quiet gesture to signal Zheng Qing to listen.

Zheng Qing kept his mouth shut, listening carefully to their argument while carefully adjusting the position of his belt.

He was in a hurry to run just now, and his robe was still a little crooked.

"The time in that place has been drained, it can't be wrong," a gentle voice took over, bridging the gap between the teaching assistants: "Professor Yi just sent a message, he and Professor Li and Monte Professor Leah has sealed off the scene."

Zheng Qing's eyes quickly swept across the tall assistant coach, but he didn't see his face clearly, only noticed his gray hair and smooth forehead.

"Have you caught it?" Hilda hurriedly asked, "Brother Yu, what did the professors say?"

"It's the same as the old man Verne's previous speculation," the tall wizard known as Brother Yu nodded slightly to the old school worker to show respect: "Except for some traces of erosion by time, they didn't even leave a single afterbirth." Down."

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"Ho ho ho," the old school worker raised his chin, and laughed hoarsely: "You have seen this kind of thing a few times and you have experience... You are still young, so you can't catch their tails .”

The meaning contained in this sentence is very rich.

The eyes of the assistant teachers in black robes tightened, and they immediately turned to the old man.

"What do you mean?" Although Hilda was still the first to speak in a hurry, she added the respectful name with interest: "You always grab their tails?"

Elder Verne didn't speak, but reached out his hand to feel in the pocket of his gray robe, took out a transparent glass bottle, and held it up.

The glass bottle is only the size of a thumb, with a wide mouth and a big belly. It is sealed with a red cork, and the bottleneck is tied with a few thin ribbons full of teeny spells.

The bottle contains many transparent granules the size of rice grains.

Under the sunlight, these transparent particles shone with charming seven-color light.

"Although Wuyue is old, after all, she has four legs and can run faster than me. Catch some of them." As the old man said, he put his hand into his bosom again, took out a piece of black bacon, and handed it to him. An old hound lying on the ground.

The old hound grunted in satisfaction, flipped his tongue, and rolled the palm-sized piece of meat into his stomach.

Zheng Qing stared blankly at those rays of light, and suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction, as if his life was complete in an instant.

He knew this feeling was very wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

"What is this?" a voice from the crowd exclaimed.

Obviously, he was not the only one who noticed the abnormality.

"Kronos' pet, Candle Dragon's eye droppings, Helios and Selene's illegitimate child." Hilda stared at the glass bottle, as if reciting a poem, and sang: "Suddenly, choking, creature It's life and death."

Chronos, Helios, Selene, these awkward, tongue-twister-like names, Zheng Qing has no impression of them.

But he still has a little understanding of Zhulong.

It is said that it is an ancient dragon living in the north, with a length of thousands of miles and countless life spans. It is day when it opens its eyes, night when it is closed, winter when it blows its breath, and summer when it breathes out. Nine Yin.

As for the shadow of Zhulong, Zheng Qing pouted, how could he know such obscure information.

Maybe Xiao Xiao has this information in his notebook.

It's just that Dr. Xiao is in the dormitory thinking hard about a new love poem at this time, and has no interest in selling coolies by the lakeside at noon.

"Why can't you speak human language?" Zheng Qing glanced at the teaching assistant with drooping eyelids, and slandered in his heart.

As if hearing the voices of everyone, the old man Verne explained beside him: "This is the egg of a magical creature. This magical creature has an amazing connection with time. It lives by absorbing the time of other creatures and is plundered. Creatures that lose time will age quickly...so they were also called "the shadow of the time god" by the ancient magicians."

Zheng Qing's eyes widened, he had already guessed the meaning behind the old man's words.

"Theoretically, this kind of magical creature should live in the deepest part of the Silent Forest, far away from wizards." Thomas added next to him: "But at noon today, in our college, in the center of wizarding activities, we found them active Mark of."

"If there are no accidents, the case of the recent attack on magical creatures by the lakeside of Zhongzhong can be closed." Hilda finally ended the explanation with a straightforward sentence: "It is very likely...almost certainly that they are the murderers .”

There was a sudden gasp from the crowd.

The noisy noise erupted in an instant, and everyone tried to squeeze forward, wanting to get closer to witness the murderer.

"What are their names!"

"These eggs look so beautiful, can they be bought in the market?"

"Did the murderer escape?"

"What is our mission? Is it to catch the murderer?"

"Scary! I don't want to grow old!"

Elder Verne helplessly raised the wooden stick in his hand, and paused viciously on the ground.

"Om..."

The stone road under my feet seemed to have turned into quicksand in an instant, and the swarming students couldn't stand still and fell to the ground one after another.

"Silence!" the old school worker shouted gruffly: "Keep discipline!"

The crowd immediately became more orderly.

"Maybe many students don't know this kind of thing." The old man looked at everyone with a serious expression: "But it doesn't matter, Professor Dorag from the Institute of Magical Creatures will give you a simple training later."

"Your mission is to follow Wuyue to go deep into the woods to find the source of these 'eggs' after the training is over."

"Only by finding their nests can this chaos be brought to an end."

"Remember its name..."

"Sand time!"