Hunting High School

The life of a monster is always the same.

Dodge the wizard's hunt, catch the wizard, keep dodging the wizard's hunt.

Occasionally, the old demons will discuss their experience in cooking the flesh and blood of wizards, the little demons need to take care of their own wild monsters, and the banshees like to gather together, the big monsters of Eight Trigrams who roam the world.

The name of the black ship is the Misty, and it is a battleship built by the Siren King himself.

Its captain, as a legend among the big monsters, is often talked about by the banshees.

It is said that this captain is very young, a native demon, born a true demon, and now less than a hundred years old, he has already reached the peak of a great demon.

It is said that he once sailed around the world in a day in a black ship, sniped and killed thirteen wizard hunting teams, and none of the three great wizards he led survived.

It is said that he once went deep into the bottom of the sea on the night of the full moon, challenged the ever-existing Siren King, and escaped unscathed.

It was even rumored that he once confronted the principal of First University!

Now, the legend stood before Nikita.

Nikita squinted slightly, quietly watching the tall figure with his back turned to himself, and stopped beside the pillar.

"Don't be shy, get closer to see clearly. What I let you see, you are allowed to see." The gentle voice continued to sound, appearing very forgiving.

Nikita froze for a moment, then stepped forward docilely.

The first rule of the monster race is to maintain respect and awe when facing the strong, and obey their will.

There is a wide table board leaning against the bulkhead, supported by several leaning logs below, the table board looks very stable.

On the side of the table next to the bulkhead, several black lacquered earthen jars were placed in a mess, and several streams of smoke of different colors were swaying within a few inches of the mouth of the jars. On the outward side, there was an old leather scroll, on which some complex patterns were outlined in dark gold and silver white.

On the leather roll, a wooden plate was placed randomly. The style of the plate is very simple, the whole body is covered with dark purple lacquer, and a few complicated patterns are outlined with silver lines near the edge. Nikita vaguely feels that these patterns seem to be somewhat rune style.

His eyes flicked over the earthen jars, leather rolls, and those complicated decorations, and finally fell on the plate.

There was a complete bloody brain on the plate, and two sharp black thorns were nimbly fiddled with the tiny folds of the brain, tapping lightly from time to time, and then in the trembling of the brain, a bunch of silvery white, The misty thing was lured out from above, and was sucked into a pair of blue-black lips in mid-air.

Nikita's eyes trembled.

After her gaze fell on the blue lips along the stream of light, she froze for a moment, and then quickly slid down. Out of the corner of his eye, he could only glimpse the corner of the white robe.

The rune on this robe is also very particular. She pondered secretly in her heart.

"Memory is something more fascinating than power." The gentle voice revealed a strong sense of satisfaction.

Nikita knew he was talking about the silver mist just now.

This is a very popular drink among high rank goblins, like the drink that wizards like to drink.

It's just that this drink is not brewed by elves with nectar and dew.

This drink is full of the noble and bloody atmosphere of monsters, and it is brewed from the memories flowing out of the warm human brain under the stimulation of Monster Qi.

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This drink is called 'memory'.

Memory is the aging of time.

For wizards, nothing is more important than time. Their power accumulates in time, their souls sublimate in time, and their memories leave the most precious essence in the scouring of time.

These essences are the most obsessive enjoyment of high rank monsters.

"This brain is from a little wizard we just captured yesterday. It is very fresh and very rare. Especially the memory full of strength and struggle, it is extremely sweet." The gentle voice admired, quite a bit Reluctant: "The brains of these wizards are becoming more and more rare these days, especially those little guys who have registered. What a pity."

Nikita quickly took out a dark red clay pot, and handed it forward respectfully:

"This is the memory I brewed with the brains of many people. Although it does not have the mellow taste of a wizard, it is full of exotic flavors. I hope you can accept it."

The Dojo people are a branch of the alien race. They recognize the orthodox status of the Wizards Union and disdain demons. As such, their flesh and soul are often offered as rare trophies to high rank ogres.

"Don't be afraid, look up." The captain of the Mist took the clay pot and stroked the protruding patterns on it, his voice full of joy.

Nikita raised his head and saw the blue-black lips, the high nose bridge on the lips, and the dark red, deep eyes.

In just a moment, she was fascinated by those pure eyes, and the Monster Qi all over her body stagnated uncontrollably.

A large number of memories protected by Monster Qi surged out like waves in his mind.

All memories are repeating the same story.

survive.

Born in the North District of Beta Town, as the child of a magician, Nikita knew that life was not easy since he was a child. When the wizard's children were playing in the town on brooms and Flying Swords, she could only look at them enviously, and then followed her parents into the dark and silent forest to collect herbs and change some time.

When I was six years old, my parents left.

One was dragged to the bottom of the river by a water ghost while wading across the silent river; the other was rolled to the top of a tree by gray vines when he broke into the silent forest.

Silent Forest, in her eyes at that time, was the incarnation of Death.

When she was a child, her impression of being alive was a small piece of black bread given to her by that old-fashioned magician on the street.

A small piece of dark, hard bread.

The old magician's bony paws pinched her face.

Seeing her crying, she stuffed the black bread into her stomach.

To live is very hard.

At the age of fifteen, she received an admission letter from First University.

She lived in the dormitory of the university, instead of listening to the rats fighting in the narrow attic; she ate delicious meals, and didn't have to venture into the silent forest for a piece of bread; she even had a lover, his green eyes, Always so clear and reliable.

She began to fantasize about the future and life.

In college, she lives happily.

In my senior year, with an internship task, I stepped into the silent forest again.

She was attacked by wild monsters.

When the instructor rescued her, her eyes were already bloodshot.

She told the tutor, I want to live.

The instructor said, let's run, run far away, run out of the silent forest, and go to a place where there are no wizards.

So she began to flee.

The wizard's hunting party is terrible. They can always find the lone monster, or reduce them to fly ash, or tie them up and take them to the dark unknown.

But what was even more frightening was that she could no longer restrain herself and began to use wizards as food.

There is no going back.

However, she is still alive.

Not long ago, the mentor brought a six or seven-year-old girl to find her.

Said, the child also wants to live.

She nodded and took the child back to the Lich King's territory.

The little girl has not been transformed for a long time, and has always lingered in the stage of half-wizard and half-demon.

The old liches in the territory are ready to move, wanting to send this child to the test bed; the little liches in the territory are salivating, wanting to taste the taste of the little wizard; even her partners are scanning with malicious eyes they.

So, she took the little girl and escaped from the Lich King's territory again.

To survive.

Now, she's aboard the ship.

...

The captain blinked.

Nikita woke up like a dream.

She touched her face in horror, it was wet.

There is sweat and tears.

The captain looked at her gently, with a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Every fallen wizard has experienced desperate struggles.

The blood that eats people is slowly pumped from the crying heart. "