Hunting High School

"Damn it!"

Fatty cursed and put away the bloody silver knife in his hand, tore off the silkworm leather glove from his hand, and threw it on the bloody prisoner in front of him: "Can't we be a few minutes late?"

Before he finished speaking, a torn talisman floated down from his side and landed on the ogre's body.

Green smoke suddenly rose, and a layer of extremely thin, extremely light, but extremely intense blue flame spread rapidly around the talisman paper, covering the entire ogre in a blink of an eye. The pair of silk gloves were burned to ashes.

Fatty turned around and saw Zheng Qing holding another talisman paper and looking around.

"Are there any other bodies that were not burned?"

The captain of the Forgiveness Hunting Team spoke anxiously: "Ogres have very sensitive noses, we must clean up the place before they approach!"

"Relax, take it easy."

Instead, Fatty, who was more irritable before, comforted Zheng Qing: "Ogres can smell blood from more than ten miles away, not to mention that there is a two-headed ogre among them... five minutes away, think It is almost impossible to completely isolate them. We can only rely on the squad leader's magic circle."

Jiang Yu's calm voice immediately rang in the ears of the two: "There is no problem with the smell isolation, but the phantom formation has not been completely set up yet... Do you still have corpses that have not been burned? Using corpses as the foundation of the phantom formation can make the phantom formation The ogre effects are a little more realistic."

"No, it's all burnt out."

The main hunter of the forgiveness hunting team had a rough voice, and interrupted a little apologetically: "I checked it again just now, and it was cleaned very clean... Are the ogre's heads okay? They have a string of nitrates hanging in their main tent. After making the head, it looks like a handicraft."

When Zheng Qing came outside the main tent, he happened to see Li Meng leading a one-eyed crow, looking left and right, and pacing outside the tent with great vigor.

The one-eyed crow had a ruby-like eyeball on its forehead, and its fat body was like an old hen. There was a brass ring on one leg, and a thin chain was tied to the brass ring, and the other end of the chain was held in the little witch's hand.

Before Zheng Qing had time to speak, Li Meng couldn't wait to show off: "My crow is prettier than your little snake! My sister found this from a grass nest near the camp when she was combing the ground!"

The one-eyed crow tilted his head, stared at the young public fee student, and said nothing.

Zheng Qing always felt that its gaze was a little doggy.

"Is your crow called Xiao Hei?" The wizard stopped and said with a smile.

Li Meng's eyes lit up, and she punched her palm: "I said I forgot something just now... Yes, you will be called Xiao Hei from now on!"

The one-eyed crow tilted its head, spread its wings slightly, shook its body, and remained silent.

"What about your Xiaobai?" Zheng Qing joked. Xiaobai is a pigeon raised by Li Meng. He has a bad relationship with Poseidon. The two little things usually meet and often fight.

The little witch obviously hadn't thought about such a distant question, and immediately encountered a difficulty, but soon, she shook the chain in her hand and waved her little hand: "Hey, what's the matter... I can still afford two birds .”

Zheng Qing didn't doubt this at all.

He mumbled, complimented a few words, watched the little witch continue to walk the bird in a high-spirited way, finally shook his head, opened the curtain of the main tent, and got in.

Unlike the wizards' tents, the ogre's tent was not blessed with space magic, so even though it was the largest tent in the camp, it still looked a bit cramped and the light was very dark. There was a faint stench of stench and burnt smell in the small space, which was left by the ogre whose neck was broken and burned to fly ash.

The pitch-black fire pit was filled with gray-white embers, occasionally mixed with a few pieces of burnt black bones; the bed was made of soft rushes and animal skins, but now there were only some dirty rushes, the beasts The skin has been taken away by Xin.

The whole tent is extremely simple, without exquisite decorations or dazzling gemstones. The only thing that can show the identity of the tent owner is the totem pole standing in the center of the tent, which is carved with simple and simple patterns.

Layer upon layer, unexpectedly superimposed a strange and complicated beauty.

Zheng Qing saw the heads of the ogre mentioned by Zhang Jixin through the light cast by a few "Baby Little Stars" wandering on the top of the tent.

The heads of those ogres were only the size of a fist, black and shriveled, like dried green walnuts, woven together with the dirty hair on the back of their heads, like a bunch of black garlic.

"They were originally hanging in the gap behind the totem pole, so they were not discovered when we first cleaned." The red-faced wizard explained to the captain while holding the bunch of 'garlic'.

The curtain of the tent was raised again, and with the breeze, a fresh fragrance poured in, and Zheng Qing immediately felt his nose feel better.

"Is this the 'glorious skull' of an ogre?"

Jiang Yu, who had just walked into the tent, saw the bunch of heads Zhang Jixin was carrying, and said in surprise, "Didn't you say that only tribes with hundreds of ogres or more have such things?"

Being able to be called the 'Glorious Skull' is naturally not a title that the head of an ordinary ogre is qualified to covet. In the ogre tribe, only the most powerful ogres who had the opportunity to challenge for the position of tribal king, but failed the challenge and died on the spot, had the chance to have their heads picked off by the ogre shaman and made into glorious skulls.

The longer the history and the orderly inheritance of the big tribe, the more glorious skulls it has. More than just symbols of Clan glory, they are a powerful Magical Item that can help tribal shamans cast powerful Black Devil curses.

Hearing Jiang Yu's judgment, the expressions of the two wizards immediately turned serious.

Zheng Qing stretched out two fingers and pinched the jaw of an ogre head—he wasn't worried that the shriveled head with its mouth sewn up would suddenly bite someone, it was just out of some kind of 'cleanness' and 'caution' The idea is to get under a little star and look carefully for a moment.

"Why?" He asked suddenly, nonchalantly.

Both companions understood what he meant—why so many glorious skulls for such a small tribe? Why didn't the ogres in the camp use this string of skulls when the Exoneration Squad raided? Where is the ogre shaman who manages the skull? If that two-headed ogre is the shaman of the tribe, why doesn't it carry this glorious string of skulls with it?

There were so many reasons why the leader of the Forgiveness Hunting Team was entwined in his head, so that he suddenly regretted that he had acted too quickly before and could not leave a tongue or two.

"Don't think too much about it, let's deal with the group of returning ogres before talking about other things." Zhang Jixin resolutely stopped Zheng Qing from overthinking this matter, and turned to look at Jiang Yu: "Can these heads be used?"

He refers to using these 'heads' to strengthen the magic circle erected by the witch.

"it should be OK."

Wearing silkworm leather gloves, Jiang Yu took a glorious skull with uncertainty, and looked at it carefully: "These heads have been tanned by magic, and they are full of the magic power unique to ogres... Theoretically, they should be stronger than ordinary ogres. dead body works better."