Hunting High School

"Cleaning up!"

"clean!"

"Safety!"

Fingernail-sized cyan birds landed on Zheng Qing's shoulder one after another, opened their mouths, and delivered the reports of Zhang Jixin, Dylan, and the blue bird.

Holding the crystal ball, Xiao Xiao sat cross-legged in the triangular circle formed by Zheng Qing, Jiang Yu, and Xin Fatty. He looked down at the hunting area that the hunting team had already cleared, and judged whether it was necessary to send hunters to re-investigate— —Just listening to the suspicious sound under the hood, Zheng Qing suspected that he had accidentally fallen asleep.

In the blink of an eye, the three-day winter hunting was coming to an end.

Today is the last day of winter hunting.

The sky was clear, and there was still a thick layer of snow on the ground. Against the background of the snow, the crystal clear crystal ball looked extraordinarily clear, and even the picture reflected in the crystal ball became extremely clean. Every twig, every dead leaf, every snowflake has been scrubbed.

The intermittent wind and snow left a deep impression on the young wizards who participated in the hunt. They couldn't wait to return to the warm lounge, make a cup of black tea with three spoonfuls of sugar, or have a cup of warm Hot cocoa, let's enrich their peaceful and boring winter hunting practice.

For the forgiveness hunting team, apart from the giant human-faced mouse encountered on the first day, there was no other prey that was slightly more difficult. Zheng Qing had reason to suspect that in the entire winter hunting area, that human-faced mouse might also be one of the most powerful monsters.

No surprises, no regrets, and naturally no surprises.

The entire Winter Hunt was held in a well-regulated, flat and stable manner, so that almost all participants, including observers, were in a kind of "Sacred laziness" during the period nearing the end.

Sim Fatty is even biting the barrel of his brush to start thinking about his next story: "What about the name 'Runaway Rats'? Show readers the world of Rat Priests through the large tribes of Rats we encountered. How dangerous is the tribe... By the way, remind the school to have reasonable concerns about the death of titans or similar large magical creatures... Suppose the tribe of human-faced mice we encountered was not born from the corpse of a titan, but from the corpse of a Death dragon If we go up, then will we face a group of human-faced mice wearing scale armor, with tenacious vitality, extremely high magic resistance and physical attack ability?"

The captain of the forgiveness hunting team listened to the fat wizard's babbling, listlessly calculating the harvest of the hunting team's participation in the winter hunting, and his face became more and more sad.

After a long time, he finally couldn't help but sighed.

"This year's prey is really tasteless!"

The young public finance student pulled the ledger and complained: "It's either 'Motla' or 'Human-faced Rat', kill them, they can't even tan a foot-wide good leather, and the meat smells too strong Don’t kill them, nests emerge from the ground, they are more annoying than cockroaches... You can’t get back any talismans you throw... I’ve never participated in such a loss-making hunt!"

"Who would eat the meat of Motra!" The fat wizard shook his head, and it was rare for him to complain about meat.

The Motla of the Silent Forest and the same kind along the coast of the British Isle are already two different races - except that they are all rats and have sea anemone-like tentacles on their backs - perhaps to resist the unrestrained wizards. Hunting, Motla in the Silent Forest will lose the tentacles on his back every winter and spring, leaving only a pitted and worthless fur, and his body will swell to the size of a wild boar, making him extremely dangerous.

Mortra's tentacles are magically concocted and eaten to ward off bad luck, and the secretions of the tentacles can heal scrapes and cuts, but Mortra without tentacles will bite off every ankle that passes through the mouth of their cave, regardless of the The ankle belongs to a centaur, a goblin, or an ordinary wizard.

"Speaking of which," the fat wizard turned the brush, glanced at the untreated Motra in front of Zheng Qing, thoughtfully: "This winter hunting seems to have a bit too many rat monsters... I remember last year There was once... Could it be that the resurgence of silence will come earlier this year?"

No one took his guesses seriously.

If Zheng Qing hadn't heard of it, he looked up at the direction of other hunting teams and murmured to himself: "Maybe I

We should go to the hunting team next door to fight the autumn wind...I remember Elder said that when hunting in winter, there were often hunting teams hunting across the border...Every time we catch someone else's prey, other hunting teams catch one less. ...By the way, who is next door to us? "

"Fringe Hunters."

The fat wizard raised the writing brush in his hand, looked down at the manuscript that had already outlined the outline on the parchment, and dissuaded him without sincerity: "Everyone is in the same class. If you don't see each other when you look up, it's better not to... If you want to go, you must first consider the issue of camouflage..."

"What about the other side?"

"Xiangqi... The final results of our three hunting teams in the Campus Cup are similar, and the rankings are next to each other, so the hunting grounds are also divided together." The fat wizard finally moved his eyes away from the manuscript, looked at his captain, and reminded him very sincerely Said: "You should remember your relationship with Soprano...and Soprano's current identity."

Zheng Qing sighed, looking at the thick white and fluffy snow not far away, he felt an urge to throw himself on it and let the snow cover him.

"It's too tasteless. This hunting is really too tasteless. It's like killing chickens with a sledgehammer." He chattered like Xianglin's wife: "I've never participated in such a loss-making hunt..."

"This is the normal state of hunting."

Jiang Yu had been building a circle of snowman dolls around her with great interest just now, and finally raised her head and glanced at the wizard: "Like the spring hunting in Shanglinyuan or the winter hunting in Budmington that I occasionally participate in, most of the time The hunters have very few harvests, if you don't believe me, I can take you to meet them next time..."

"The two spring and winter hunters you mentioned are more inclined to socialize than hunt." The fat wizard corrected very rationally.

"Shut up!"

The captain of the forgiveness hunting team scolded the fat wizard with a stern face: "You don't talk and no one thinks you are dumb. Is the report finished? Let me tell you, there is a problem with your selection of materials. Who will pay attention to a winter without accidents?" hunting……"

Before the words fell, a dull sound suddenly came from the depths of the silent forest.

It's like a thunderbolt blowing on the thick snow; it's also like a giant dragon being stabbed in the chrysanthemum.

Zheng Qing immediately shut his mouth, and after looking at the other two in dismay, he hurriedly looked at the fortune teller who seemed to have fallen asleep in front of the crystal ball: "Doctor..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Xiao's drooping head bounced up like an electric shock, revealing a pair of slightly confused but energetic eyes: "It's outside the winter hunting area, it's beyond my divination ability..."