Monster Hunting High School

The story of the one-eyed crow is simple, but also quite bizarre.

It used to be an ogre, and it was the only shaman elder in the ogre tribe at present. The reason why I say "once" is because the two-headed ogre challenged it on the evening five days ago.

As we all know, because of the innate curse and teeth, the physical condition of ordinary ogres will decline rapidly after the age of 40. Only by mastering the ancient shamanic witchcraft can the survival of the elderly ogres in the tribe be guaranteed. On the contrary, the two-headed ogre can master shamanic witchcraft innately.

Under normal circumstances, shamanic witchcraft can make ordinary ogres maintain enough respect for ogre shamans. But on the evening five days ago, it was a two-headed ogre who challenged the old shaman.

In terms of witchcraft, the two are the same. The old shaman may have more experience and higher attainments in brewing potions or divination, but these skills are of little use in dealing with the challenge of the two-headed ogre.

In terms of physical strength, the two-headed ogre who always maintains the peak physical condition completely overwhelms the old shaman with a decayed body.

"...It succeeded in the challenge and became the only leader of the tribe."

At this point, the one-eyed crow turned his head and combed the feathers on his back with his pointed beak, and sighed deeply: "And I was forced to become a crow by his magic... I should not have brought it back to the tribe earlier."

"Isn't it a frog?" Xiao Xiao, who had just been hit by a "magic", interrupted the old crow's narration, with a grudge on his face.

"Frogs, crows, toads, rabbits, etc., these small things are all fine." The one-eyed crow was not annoyed by being interrupted, and explained very patiently: "It's just that it's easier to become a frog... and for the ogre, becoming a crow is a greater humiliation."

Zheng Qing didn't want to listen to a one-eyed crow talking endlessly about the customs and habits of the ogre.

He cared more about the old crow's previous words.

"Wait, take it back to the tribe?"

The young student raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise on his face, and kicked the dead two-headed ogre at his feet: "Wasn't it originally from your tribe?"

"No."

The one-eyed crow shook his head very straightforwardly, spread his wings and shook: "It was found by the hunting team six days ago when they went out hunting in a miasma-filled swamp. They brought it back to the tribe, and I made a magic potion to cure it."

"And then it turned you into a crow the next day and took away your entire tribe?" Fatty Xin's rough voice came from not far away, from far to near: "What a simple, barbaric and efficient social structure."

Zheng Qing turned around, and the blue fat man, whose figure had returned to normal, was patting the dust on his body and walking towards this side with kicks and stomps.

"Is it over?" asked the captain of the Forgiveness Hunting Team.

"The elder is cleaning the tail, and the rest is finished." Fatty Xin stopped at the feet of the two-headed ogre, looked down at the corpse with a big hole on the forehead, and said regretfully: "You are so lucky... The elder and I have been looking for it outside for a long time, and this guy sneaked in!" "We would rather not have this little luck." Zheng Qing muttered, glanced at Jiang Yu who was sitting beside him holding Li Meng, and shook his head slightly. The fat man changed the subject very tactfully: "Shall I deal with it now?" He pointed to the corpse of the two-headed ogre. This is the general process after hunting. Each hunting team has a special hunter responsible for handling the corpse of the prey, collecting their fur, bones, organs, and even eyeballs. "Thank you for your hard work." Zheng Qing nodded to the fat man and looked at the one-eyed crow again: "So from what you said, you attacked this guy for revenge?" The one-eyed crow folded its wings and lowered its head, neither confirming nor denying. Zheng Qing didn't care, nor did he bother whether the old crow's words were reasonable, but continued to ask: "... I was very curious about one thing before. How can a shaman be born in such a small tribe with no other old ogres and not enough cubs?"

A sufficient number of people and a healthy and reasonable ethnic group composition are sufficient conditions for the birth of shamans. Simply put, in a large tribe with an orderly inheritance and enough old ogres, there is a foundation for preparing magic potions and studying divination.

And this small tribe with only young and strong ogres and less than 20 heads in front of him is a bit strange from any angle.

Hearing the doubts of the young wizard, the one-eyed ogre sighed deeply.

"We are not native to this world."

Its first sentence confirmed some of Zheng Qing's guesses, and Xiao Xiao, who was standing beside him, also adjusted his glasses. As if he had expected it, the old crow spread its wings, as if to make itself stand more steadily. It flapped twice before continuing:

"A few months ago, we listened to the call of the world, gathered the bravest warriors in the tribe, and followed the king to this dark world to fight the wizards... It was a world-shaking war, the magic spells fell from the sky like raindrops, and the terrifying roars deafened the ears of the warriors like thunder..."

Several young wizards of the Forgiveness Hunting Team looked at each other, Xiao Xiao rubbed the crystal ball in his arms, Fatty Xin put down the scalpel in his hand, and even Jiang Yu came to the side with Li Meng, who was still sleeping soundly.

"If I remember correctly," Zheng Qing couldn't help but interrupt the one-eyed crow's memories of the Black Prison War, and asked puzzledly: "After the war, the demon coalition should have taken all their subordinates away, right?"

The old crow's one eye suddenly dimmed a bit.

"We are not monsters." After saying this, it seemed to feel that it was a bit out of place, and it immediately added: "Of course, we also eat wizards' food... Hmm, I haven't eaten it for a long, long time!"

The last sentence was added immediately after it saw the unkind looks in the eyes of several young wizards after finishing the previous sentence, but obviously it had little effect.

So the old crow hurriedly spoke faster, trying to be vague about this paragraph: "I mean, we are a tribe affiliated to His Majesty Leviathan, so when the demon coalition retreated, many affiliated armies like us were left behind. ”

"In addition, when attacking the atrium, my tribe was chased by a wizard hunting team. As a result, when the battle was about to end, we were a little far away from the battlefield... so we were unable to follow the retreat of the large tribe in time."

"After the war, the wizards who re-ruled this world accepted our surrender and allowed us to live freely in the wasteland..."

When he said the last sentence, the old crow raised his voice slightly and glanced at Zheng Qing, as if he wanted to remind these young wizards that they were not exiles in the traditional sense.