Hunting High School

"You are the prostitutes of those four guys?"

"The forest is so big, what kind of monsters and snakes are jumping out!"

Accompanied by the cold and chilling sound, the red cloak smashed heavily into the snow. The already trembling sandbox space made an ominous creaking sound under this impact, and invisible ripples visible to the naked eye swayed in the air. The faces of Hilda and other teaching assistants were ashamed.

On the contrary, the young hunters of the Forgiveness Hunting Team, because they don’t know much about the dangers of the destruction of the sandbox space, are calmer than those older teaching assistants, and the only one in the hunting team has a knowledge reserve comparable to that of the teaching assistants. The famous Dr. Xiao was immersed in writing and drawing in his notebook from beginning to end, turning a deaf ear to what happened outside.

"You three stop her!"

Niutou roared at his companions, his muscles suddenly doubled in size, and the large black robe he was wearing was filled to the brim, making it look like a tights, giving him an already very violent aura. It's getting more and more amazing.

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Its plan is very simple, anyone can see at a glance that the three companions will drag Su Shijun's pace, while it will let go of the suppression, breakthrough the defense line built by the teaching assistants with all its strength, capture the hostages, put them to death and survive.

As for the threat of the collapse of the sandbox world, it has long been ignored by them.

Anyway, the collapse of the space is death, and being beaten up by Councilor Su after suppressing the power is also death. Waiting for death, let's die together.

It must be admitted that these guys who have the guts to fish in troubled waters under the eyes of the First University are outstanding in both courage and insight. Even if these four guys are just prosthetic bodies of some people, the abilities they have shown are still impressive.

Compared with the bull's head, its three companions moved very little, but their movements were not vague at all.

The moment they received the signal from their companions, three figures, including the beautiful snake and the turtle back, rushed towards Su Shijun silently. The strong wind and the snow covered half of the forest into a storm. The originally eye-catching red cloak was submerged by the engulfing snowstorm in the blink of an eye.

Vaguely, the young public finance student can see the tail of a snake as big as a mountain rolling in the storm, the back of a turtle as heavy as Mount Tai falling from the sky, and the golden light blooming everywhere, like a sharp sword, piercing the broken space. It was unbearable, as if it would turn into a pile of fragments in the next second.

Only the red dress was buried in the deepest part of the storm, showing no trace from beginning to end.

Just as the public fee student was worried there, he suddenly heard a thunderbolt in the roaring snowstorm. Followed by a clear incantation:

"Kan Han! Ru! Xiao! Tiger!"

The clear mantra was mixed with thunder, piercing through heavy suppression, resounding through the entire forest.

Those upgraded treants who had been throwing big wooden sticks around suddenly lost their sticks under this spell, lying on the snow, and began to shiver. And the prosthetic bodies such as the beautiful snake who resisted the spell head-on were even more unbearable, and they were already limp on the ground, unable to move.

The bad thing is that this spell seems to be an area-of-effect attack magic that doesn't distinguish between friend and foe.

The defensive formation that the teaching assistants had been struggling with collapsed under this spell; many teaching assistants, including Thomas, vomited blood and knelt in the snow with pale faces.

Zheng Qing understands their pain very well.

Because he also felt the power of that incantation, as if a timid person walked over the mountains at night, and suddenly a big tiger with stern eyes and white forehead jumped out of the darkness and roared at him repeatedly.

Zheng Qing felt that he was already very nervous because he didn't pee his pants when he was scared on the spot.

"...This is too deceitful." The young public fee student lowered his head, knelt on the ground, pressed his chest, and panted heavily. Because of the strong palpitations caused by the spell, for a moment, he felt that he was completely out of breath, the cold sweat on his forehead was pouring out, and at the same time he had a strong urge to go to the bathroom.

Of course, these negative effects come and go quickly. Just squatting down for a few seconds, Zheng Qing felt the heat start to rise from his body again, and gradually regained the ability to control his body.

"Why didn't she use Thunder Curse to deal with those guys." Zheng Qing took a breath, staring at a small snowflake on the ground that turned into ice crystals under the action of his breathing.

"Because this sandbox can't bear the more powerful thunder curse." Xiao Xiao didn't take seriously the complaints of the young public finance student: "Actually, I think Goddess Su did a very good job... she chose to intimidate the mind instead of destroying it." A super powerful spell that can defeat the opponent to the greatest extent while maintaining the stability of the space. If it were me, I can't think of anything better than this..."

The doctor's explanation came to an abrupt end here.

Zheng Qing didn't ask whether the doctor wanted to say 'better spell' or 'better choice' or 'better balance'. Because he knew why the doctor kept his mouth shut.

bull head.

That irascible bullhead with the same eye color as Zheng Qing's.

Panting heavily, with red eyes, standing in front of the two young wizards.

Zheng Qing raised his head, and saw such a terrifying scene. There were strands of white saliva hanging from the corners of the bull's head, hot steam was rising from his body, and his expression was ferocious. Behind it, more than a dozen teaching assistants were lying in the snow in disarray, unconscious, and they could vaguely see patches of bright red blooming in the snow.

Zheng Qing slowly inhaled the cold air in the air.

He didn't stand up, but quietly moved his hands behind his buttocks.

"If I were you, I wouldn't touch that rune gun." To Zheng Qing's surprise, the Bull Head's attitude was quite lenient, but its ferocious expression matched the words in its mouth, making that lenient It's clean: "In case you pull the trigger by accident, I might accidentally crush the head of a guy next to me."

Zheng Qing swallowed, and immediately moved his hands in front of his body, signaling that he would never act rashly.

Then Niutou turned his head and glanced at where Su Shijun was. Zheng Qing followed its gaze, and saw the red cloak standing tens of meters away, dragging the tip of the beautiful snake's tail in his hand, looking cautiously at the bull's head.

"I allow you to leave." Su Shijun said softly.

What she implied was naturally to ask Niutou to let the young wizard around him go.

There was a weird smile on the bull's head.

"You let us go...but where can we go?" As it said, it raised its hand, grabbed one of Own's horns, and gave it a hard bend. While Zheng Qing was stunned, the bull head pulled out its horns.

Then it stuffed the tip of the horn into its mouth and took a bite.

"Pooh!"

It spat out the dregs of the horn in its mouth, lifted the horn with the broken fur and blood dripping on the root of the horn to the moonlight, and sized it up.

"It's really a beautiful horn," it admired, stuffed the horn into its mouth, puffed up its cheeks, and blew vigorously:

"Woo..."

"Woooo..."

"Woo..."

One short, two long, three tones in a loop.

Niutou seemed to have forgotten the threat that Su Shijun was so close at hand, and concentrated on blowing the horn.