Hunting High School

The puppet wore a black top hat, a pale complexion, narrow eyes, a straight black dress, shiny pointed leather shoes on its feet, and a slender civilized stick in its hand, whirling like a windmill.

Zheng Qing is very familiar with this appearance.

This guy hosted the freshman game of the school hunting club last year. At that time, he used to scare the first-year freshmen. — Left a deep impression on Zheng Qing.

"I do not like it."

Xin Fatty said the young public fee student's heartfelt voice: "If I had a choice, I would rather let Iseni use its crappy accent to host the hunting game..."

Iseni is a murloc from Linzhong Lake, and being able to force Fatty to the point of choosing a murloc who stutters and hoarsely speaks shows how bad this puppet left him.

"I don't like it either."

Dylan nodded in agreement, but folded his arms thoughtfully, and looked at the puppet: "I'm just a little curious... Do you think puppets can dream?"

Now these young hunters are on the verge of dreams and illusions. In theory, an alchemy life cannot set foot in this area.

The only explanation is that this puppet has surpassed the level of ordinary alchemy life, showing some unique characteristics of spiritual life.

Zheng Qing looked at the puppet with more scrutiny.

But he only took one more look. As the captain of the Forgiveness Hunting Team, at this time, there are more important things to pay attention to—such as making sure that all the hunters of the Forgiveness Hunting Team are here. .

"Doctor, Gentleman, Elder, Fatty, Swordsman... and monitor." The young public finance student silently confirmed the identities of the team members, while paying attention to the movements of other hunting teams.

Similar to apologizing, other hunting teams are also gathering tensely, and one after another clearly defined small circles are formed in the entire hall.

"Snapped!"

Just after Zheng Qing had confirmed the number of people, the puppet on the rostrum suddenly raised its arm and snapped its fingers, and then a gust of drumbeats erupted in the empty hall, attracting everyone's attention .

"ladies and gentlemen!"

"Thieves on the timeline!"

"There are also pretenders outside the world, ferrymen of the soul, and future stalkers!"

"Whether you are bloodthirsty long-lived species, hairy reanimators in the cemetery, or Fenrir and Anubis' favorite cubs—in short, you perverts who are obsessed with the moon, please allow me to say..."

"Good evening, everybody!!!!"

The puppet on the rostrum danced dazzling dance steps, and the high-pitched voice echoed throughout the hall. Under the stage, the young wizards who had experienced the freshman competition last year looked at each other in dismay.

"It can't be said to be exactly the same." Zheng Qing smacked his lips.

"It can only be said that they are almost the same," the fat wizard nodded approvingly: "At least last year, the last word was good noon, and this year it is good evening."

"This can only prove that his brain is indeed a piece of wood." Zhang Jixin rarely vomited - looking at the red-faced wizard's cheerful expression, Zheng Qing suspected that he had wanted to say this sentence for a long time, because people always scolded him His brain is full of muscles, and he rarely has the opportunity to talk about other people's brains like this.

"...It's a great honor to be able to witness tonight's trials! I'm your host, Ye? Phantom Shadow? Puppeteer? Puppet!"

On the rostrum, the puppet touched his chest with one hand and raised the other hand. He bowed slightly to the audience, making a very polite appearance, but immediately he raised his head, with a wicked smile on his face:

"Perhaps some people think that you will not die in the dreamland... But I must remind everyone that some people are alive, but they are already dead, and some people are dead, but they are still alive... The subtlety of the spiritual world is far beyond The shackles of reality! If you feel that you don't mind dying in the spiritual world, you can turn around and leave this oppressive atmosphere now

No need to listen to the irritating noise of a puppet on the rostrum! "

No one in the audience moved.

None of the wizards who can organize a hunting team to pass the selection task is an idiot. Everyone doesn't care about that puppet's bad attitude, as long as it completes the mission assigned by the school.

"good, very good!"

The puppet laughed wildly and spun like a top: "I like smart people the most! Because dealing with smart people will make you look smart!"

"Snapped!"

There was another crisp finger snap on the rostrum.

Accompanied by the sound, the whole hall was completely darkened, the puppet stopped spinning, and raised the slender staff of civilization in his hand. The tip of the staff shot out a stream of light, which was projected between the dome-shaped arc above the head, and the strange pictures of Lu Li were like It flashed before everyone's eyes like a revolving lantern.

Everyone was concentrating on trying to capture the information in those pictures—it was difficult, because those pictures were blurry, fragmented, and unsystematic. There were dark castles in the forest, figures in black robes spreading their claws, and waving There are tentacles, clear lakes, and all kinds of grotesque creatures giving birth, fighting, and even mating.

Relying on the previous experience of the dreamland, Zheng Qing could barely make out the silhouettes of the Gug titan, Shantak birds, and the temple in the city of Uzzah that appeared in those pictures.

This did not give the young public welfare student any confidence at all—the only thing that gave him a little comfort was that all the instructors were not in the hall at the moment, which meant that Zhu Si couldn't help the fringe hunting team any more.

"rule-no1, on the hunting ground, what the host says is the rule!"

The high-pitched voice of the puppet easily suppressed the sound waves in the light and shadow above its head. It raised a finger and shook it in mid-air provocatively:

"rule-no2, to be fair, the first selection task does not set a specific scene, and everyone will enter the same hunting ground! Every hunting team will face exactly the same challenges!"

While speaking, the thin stick in its hand shook slightly, and the light curtain between the dome flashed faster and faster, gradually blurring into a huge square like an ancient Colosseum, surrounded by high stands, and a loess-covered stage in the center.

As the appearance of the Colosseum became clearer, blurred figures gradually appeared in the stands around them. They waved various flags and banners, cheered and shouted, but the hunters couldn't see the spectators. They couldn't see their faces clearly because of the color of their robes, but they could only feel the tide-like sound waves echoing in that huge Colosseum wave after wave.

"Snapped!"

With another snap of fingers, the huge Colosseum was divided into two parts, then two parts into four parts. In the blink of an eye, forty-seven identical seats were formed, exactly corresponding to the number of hunting teams participating in the selection competition.

Zheng Qing immediately understood the meaning of the phrase 'every hunting team will face the same challenges'. Perhaps only in the Dreamland can such a relatively fair hunting ground be truly created.