Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Kassel College, Dormitory No. 303.

Fingel sat cross-legged on the upper bunk bed, holding an empty Coke bottle between his teeth. His silver-gray eyes reflected the blue-lighted computer screen, and he couldn't help but giggle on his face as he said "Hey hey hey." the sound of.

He didn't expect that there would be no way out of the mountains and rivers, and there would be another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.

Originally, Fingel had planned to just pretend to be dead, collect the money and run away, and went outside to avoid the limelight. Who knew that Abbas would make a move in the end, which would directly push the final outcome of the bet to the perfect start he expected.

In this way, he can not only draw casino turnover, but also make a big profit with high odds if Lu Mingfei wins.

Now Fingel wanted to look up to the sky and smile. If it weren't for Lu Mingfei still in the dormitory, he would have taken off his shirt and jumped down to dance wildly in the dormitory.

Just when the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, and he was about to be unable to suppress the joy in his heart, suddenly, there was a "squeak" from the door.

Then a familiar voice came leisurely from a distance:
"Brother, it seems you are lucky. Someone is here to save your life."

"Everywhere, it all depends on everyone's love..." Fingel sat on the bed and waved his hands subconsciously. After saying half of the words, he suddenly realized that the voice was somewhat familiar.

After a moment, he looked down.

Lu Mingfei, who was already in a vague and half-asleep state, suddenly felt a crisp knocking sound coming from under his bed, and he opened his eyes instantly.

Lu Mingfei tilted his head slightly, a look of confusion flashed across his face, but it was quickly dispelled by the touching aroma of barbecue in his arms.

As he spoke, he licked his lips and kept rubbing something with his hands.

Long Kui placed the large plastic bag on the table, then gently tapped the bed board that paved the road Mingfei from below with his hand, and said:
"Come down and have something to eat. You guys probably haven't had lunch yet."

The silver-gray eyes seemed to turn into the beating animation of a slot machine. In an instant, two barbecue-like patterns slowly fell from above and formed a row.

Then he half stood up and looked down. After seeing that the person below was Long Kui, he relaxed his tense body and breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"Long Kui, you're back."

"Well, let's come down and have something to eat first. The food in Kassel's canteen is of good quality."

"Can you feed this good horse like your senior brother? I haven't had decent fine fodder for many days." Fingel stared intently at the attractive-colored barbecue in the plastic bag, revealing a mule-like expression. He said eagerly, eagerly.

Long Kui turned around and looked at Fingel, whose face was full of flattery and looked like a waiter asking for tips. He raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile:
"Yes, senior brother, what's wrong?"

I saw him touching his already somewhat empty belly, and quickly put the plastic bag on the table in front of him. He couldn't wait to take out a half-meter-long barbecue from it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he started to feast on it. !

"despair!"

At this time, Lu Mingfei climbed down from the upper bunk. After hearing the words of both parties, his face couldn't help but look confused.

After saying this, Fingel stood there awkwardly, with his two long arms hanging below, not knowing how to place them.

"What are you talking about? What about a thousand-mile horse who is proficient in gambling? Is Chow Yun-fat playing the God of Gamblers again?"

I saw Long Kui pacing and walking in from the door with a smile on his face, carrying a large white plastic bag in his hand, with the outline of food vaguely revealed inside.

In almost an instant, Fingel used his hands and feet to transform into an agile gibbon. He jumped off the upper bunk in an instant and came to Long Kui's side with a smile on his face, his eyes fixed on him. Holding the bag of barbecue on the table, he said tentatively:
"Junior brother, is this the Turkish barbecue restaurant in the cafeteria?"

After Long Kui heard this sentence, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then suddenly raised his voice, deliberately speaking in an unexpected tone:
"Hey, senior brother, didn't you just make a lot of money online? As a thousand-mile horse who is proficient in gambling, I feel that I am fully capable of preparing fine food and grass at my own expense."

As Long Kui answered, he opened the plastic bag, and an exciting aroma of barbecue instantly filled the entire dormitory.

"Shh-"

"Nothing, that's it for now, let's eat first." After saying that, Long Kui directly stuffed the plastic bag on the table into the other person's arms, then sat down on the armchair in front of the desk a little tiredly, and pinched He pinched the bridge of his nose and digested what Angers had just said to him in the principal's office.

Fingel, who was originally being touched by Long Kui and touching the back of his head with a somewhat embarrassed expression, immediately involuntarily twitched his dog-like nose after smelling the fragrance, and then his face became happy.

Fingel on the side looked longingly at the barbecue in Lu Mingfei's bag in front of him, his silver-grey eyes eager to see. If he hadn't been worried that Long Kui was here, he would have opened his mouth and "fell down three thousand feet." .

He kept winking at Lu Mingfei across from him, sending messages asking for food that only people of his kind could understand.

Lu Mingfei was eating happily when he suddenly felt that the hair antenna on his head seemed to receive a batch of similar help messages, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look.

After seeing Fingel who was looking at him eagerly and smacking his lips, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but froze for a moment, then he held the barbecue he had just taken out of the plastic bag and gently handed it forward.

"Senior, do you... want one?"

"Junior Brother Lu still feels sorry for me." After Fingel heard this, he took the skewer of barbecue from the opponent's hand unceremoniously. Lu Mingfei froze on the spot and looked in front of him. The golden-haired German opened his "bloody mouth" to gnaw, with ten thousand alpacas galloping past in his heart.

He was just being polite as a token of Chinese custom, but this big German guy was so rude!

Lu Mingfei shook his head and sighed, then put his hand into the plastic bag again to look for the next kebab.

Looking at the two "starving ghosts" burning their souls over there, Long Kui pinched his eyebrows and warned aloud:
"Chu Zihang hasn't come back yet, leave a few pieces for him, don't eat them all." Lu Mingfei and Fingel, who was working hard, nodded without raising their heads, and made a few perfunctory sounds inarticulately. oh oh".

"Alas..." Long Kui couldn't help but shook his head and sighed softly as he looked at the two pigs eating like they were holding a trough.

"Squeak..."

At this moment, the door to the dormitory was slowly pushed open, and then a tall and thin figure slowly walked in from the door.

Long Kui looked at the calm and stern face and waved his hand with a smile:
"You're back? I happened to buy some food at Lu Mingfei. Do you want to go get some?"

Chu Zihang shook his head, seemed to be holding something in his hand, and walked straight towards his desk.

Long Kui's eyes were immediately attracted by the yellowish white wool roll in the other person's hand. Then he raised his head to look at the other person's face, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a calm tone:
"It seems you found what you were looking for this time."

Chu Zihang lowered his head and held the parchment in his hand. After being silent for a while, he suddenly asked softly:
"Is the strength of a hybrid related to the spirit of speech?"

After hearing this question, Long Kui couldn't help but be startled, and then subconsciously asked inexplicably:
"Have you awakened your speech spirit?"

Chu Zihang shook his head and answered briefly:
"No."

Then he looked down at the parchment scroll in his hand and said softly:
"I just saw a lot of knowledge about hybrids in that library, and none of them emphasized the importance of the Word Spirit in the entire system of power. Is it true that as long as there is a powerful Word Spirit, one can gain powerful power? Strength?"

As soon as these words came out, even Fingel, who had been immersed in his work, couldn't help but stop eating. He took a piece of paper from the table and wiped the corners of his mouth full of oil stains, then turned his head with some doubts. He looked at Junior Brother Chu who was sitting at his desk.

"Yes, and no." Long Kui, who was sitting aside, thought for a moment, then looked at Chu Zihang in front of him, who seemed to be a bit confused, and slowly explained:
"A powerful word spirit can indeed give a mixed-race extraordinary power, but the prerequisite for this power to be released is that your body can withstand the release of this power."

"What do you mean?" Chu Zihang raised his head and asked with some confusion.

"What he means is that you must have the life to release those powerful spirit spirits." Fingel, who had already eaten and burped, said calmly while picking his teeth with a toothpick.

Looking at Chu Zihang's confused eyes, Fingel threw the toothpick in his hand into the trash can and explained seriously:
"The word spirit is like a seesaw placed on a triangle. No matter which side your word spirit leans to, the ultimate effect is to sink."

"It's not that the later the serial number is, the more useful it is. I admit that any of the high-risk word spirits starting from 90 can sweep away thousands of armies. But the problem is that if you release these word spirits once, it will be as minor as If you are tired and weak, you will die on the spot.”

"Death?" Chu Zihang accurately captured a key word.

"Yes, he died. He didn't use exaggerated rhetoric, he used a very realistic word." Long Kui leaned on the armchair beside him, put one leg on the other, nodded and took the Let’s get started:
"The more powerful the Word Spirit, the more demanding the user's physical strength is. The strongest Word Spirit sequence range that hybrids can withstand is the dangerous Word Spirit from 89 to 100, and the higher-risk, top-secret Word Spirits. , as long as it is released, it will definitely backfire on the life of the person who released it.”

After Long Kui finished speaking, Fingel nodded and added:
"So far, the strongest word spirit used by human hybrids is Rhine with serial number 112. Within half a minute of Rhine's explosion, the user's life force was quickly drained, but even if it was only half a minute, it still caused 1908 The Tunguska explosion that shocked the world in , of course, cost the user no bones left in the explosion."

After Lu Mingfei heard this, he couldn't help but ask:
"Could it be that the power of a hybrid's spirit of speech can still hurt me? I think other system releasers with super powers are ineffective against me."

"Do you think you are watching anime?" Fingel rolled his eyes at the other person and said angrily:
"Young man, this is in the real world. We have to talk about common sense in physics. Although it is not very scientific if a person can generate such a large amount of energy, at least we still have to respect the objective laws of physics in the end." , otherwise the coffin of Uncle Niu and these physicists will soon be overwhelmed.”

After Lu Mingfei heard the answer, he scratched his head in embarrassment and said:
"Then the word spirit is worthless? A strong word spirit costs lives, but a weak word spirit is useless..."

"It depends on the type of speech spirit." Long Kui said softly:
"There are many types of speech spirits, but most of them are only divided into three types. One is a pure combat type, such as my Junyan, and the other is a functional speech spirit. This kind of speech spirit has no lethality, but It’s really useful in certain scenarios, such as the snake’s link and Kamaitachi’s five senses.”

"What about another one?" Lu Mingfei on the side couldn't help but ask.

"There is also the physical enhancement type." Fingel, who was sitting next to him, replaced Long Kui and then answered:
"For example, strengthening muscles in a short period of time, increasing one's speed, etc."

"These three kinds of speech spirits are distributed in the five major systems of earth, wind, water, fire, and spirit. You will learn this kind of knowledge later in the speech spirit genealogy course."

"Which kind of spirit spirit will be most helpful to the strength of hybrids?" Chu Zihang, who had been silent all the time, suddenly asked.

"It depends on which kind of speech spirit is suitable for you. Remember, for an excellent hybrid, there are no weak speech spirits, only weak users." Long Kui put his hands together slightly and rested them on his raised knees. went up and replied calmly:
"As long as you use the right word spirit in the right place, no one who is weak and can fight, even a blood-type Jieluo who has no fighting ability, can use it in his hands. I think you don't need to worry about yourself. The unknown words are meaningless.”

After Fingel heard this sentence, he couldn't help but sneer and said:
"Just listen to this. The person who said this is an 'S'-level super hybrid who has mastered the two dangerous speech spirits of Jun Yan and Wang Quan. What he means by this is just like the academic master and Wang Quan. You said endorsements are meaningless for exams."

After Long Kui heard Fingel's dirty words, he couldn't help but rub his temples, and then said angrily:
"I finally know why Caesar specifically told me not to give you an invitation letter. Fingel, sometimes you are really so mean that it makes people's teeth itch."

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment..." Fingel blew his nose, and was about to catch the opponent's taunt with a shameless attack, when suddenly he seemed to hear some keywords:
"Wait, what invitation?"

"Invitation to the pool party." Long Kui picked at the nail gap on his hand nonchalantly and said calmly:
"Tomorrow is a free day. Caesar has booked the entire school's open-air swimming pool, and then plans to hold the largest pool party in the history of Cassel College. He called me just now and specifically asked me Take the two freshmen and go there on time at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

!!!

After Fingel heard the words "Pool Party", his silver-grey eyes widened, and then he kept sliding his hands towards himself, couldn't wait to move forward, and asked loudly:
"What about me?"

Long Kui glanced at him and said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth:
"Caesar said that when you delete the post on the Night Watch forum about his rumored girlfriend's traffic explosion, he will give you an invitation."

"Oh, by the way, the party starts at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. No waiting for latecomers."

(End of this chapter)