Monster Hunting High School

Zheng Qing leaned on the patrol team's wooden staff, hunched over slightly, and breathed lightly. 【】

Although the road conditions in the forest at night were complicated, I was misled by some strange-shaped bushes during the pursuit and took a few detours.

But fortunately, the effect of the Speedy Horse Talisman is quite outstanding.

Finally, he stopped this damn fish-man when it was about to escape into the lake. The young public-funded student thought proudly and glanced down at the two armored horses tied to his legs.

The vermilion characters slowly changed color along the traces of the strokes, and half of the characters had turned into burnt black. This means that these two armored horses have just been used halfway and can still last for a long time.

He can still hold on for at least five minutes, the young wizard thought, his eyes fixed on the fishman leader opposite who was slowing down, and he had no intention of tearing off the talisman on his leg.

He didn't know if he could deal with this dangerous aquatic creature with ease. If he was unable to handle it, he still had to make sufficient preparations for retreat.

The moon has passed its highest peak tonight and is slowly descending.

The pale moonlight shone directly from behind Zheng Qing, casting a thick, black, slender shadow in front of him.

Iseni grinned and smiled maliciously at the red-robed wizard in front of him, showing a mouth full of sharp teeth.

This was not the first time that the wizards on patrol had interrupted the transaction, but it was the first time that the wizards had blocked him on his way home.

It was such a novel experience. The young fishman stretched his fingers and spread the fins on his back wider.

It didn't feel at all that the weak wizard in front of it could stop its progress.

Zheng Qing frowned.

He noticed that his shadow's head was stepped on by this hateful fish-man.

Perhaps because of the direct moonlight, the scales on the fish-man opposite him shone brightly, and it seemed that even the surrounding dark woods and grass were illuminated a lot.

The fish-man's ferocious face and sharp fangs are particularly conspicuous in the bright light.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." The young public-sponsored student encouraged secretly in his heart: "This is the First University... I have a patrol stick =... I have a suppressing charm... I have a binding spell... I have an amulet."

He muttered to himself and hurriedly took out the talisman from the gray cloth bag.

This move obviously surprised the fishman opposite, and its eyes paused on the young wizard's robe.

As a fish-man with a relatively flexible mind, Iseni, who had a lot of experience in dealing with wizards, easily made a judgment.

"...hiss...newcomer..." Iseni's eyes widened, and she admired Zheng Qing's courage to pursue alone: ​​"hiss...a true warrior...I will do my best to repay your courage...hiss... "

Before it hissed, it easily broke off a branch of jujube tree beside it, waved it in its hand, and wiped the feeling on its hand.

The stick pressed the air, making a threatening sound.

The fishman nodded with satisfaction, swung his dorsal fin, and strode towards the red-robed wizard who blocked the way.

…

Zheng Qing inserted the patrol's wooden staff into the soil under his feet and opened the Dharma book in his arms.

To his own surprise, facing the menacing and approaching fish-man leader, Zheng Qing's original panic dissipated a lot without even realizing it.

Although his mind was still somewhat blank, his spirit was particularly focused due to the unusual excitement.

Yes, excited.

It was like seeing a ghost wandering and wailing beside a grave in the wilderness for the first time; like casting a talisman for the first time and watching the yellow paper bloom in the smoke; like following Thomas to the Four Seasons Square for the first time.

It's just a new adventure, he said to himself in his heart, and put his hand on the opened Dharma book.

"Ge Zhitanxi..."

The high-pitched spells startled the birds and elves resting on the branches.

The birds flapped their wings and chirped and complained about the noise under the trees. The tree sperms stared blankly at the dim world around them with their big eyes. As diurnal creatures, their vision in the dark is almost zero.

The spell ended, but the tremors of magic had just begun.

Light green light rose into the sky from the Dharma book and dissipated into the dark night.

As if aware of the uneasy factor in the surrounding air, the birds quickly closed their mouths, but still jumped uneasily among the branches; while the tree sperm became quieter and just moved their bodies deeper into the tree nest. .

Perhaps the lush environment adds some bonus to this spell.

In just the blink of an eye, four or five arm-thick vines protruded from the void and rolled unceremoniously towards the tall fish-man.

The running Iseni couldn't avoid it, and was instantly rolled up by these active rattans.

"Instant kill."

Zheng Qing's eyes were fixed on the fish-man, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's just that this smile appeared a little early.

As slippery as a fish, it is a perfect way to describe a fishman.

A large amount of transparent mucus suddenly seeped out from under Iseni's scales and coated the rattan that restrained it. Then the fishman inhaled and shrank his bones, shook his head and tail, and in the blink of an eye, he broke free from the slippery rattan.

"...hiss... despicable wizard... hiss... duel like a warrior!"

The tall fishman shook off the mucus all over his body, waved his wooden stick, and launched another charge.

…

Not far from the battle site.

Lakeside forest, under the shadow of a large willow tree.

Two old voices were talking slowly.

"He is a freshman this year, right... Are you so confident to let him face little Iseni? You know, that child has inspired the blood of Tide. If it weren't for the restrictions of the Umbrella League, I would have wanted him to go to Alpha Academy to stay for a while. A while."

The moonlight leaked slightly from the willow branches and fell on the speaker.

This is an old fish-man who is covered in snow-white skin and whose scales have almost fallen off.

Its eyes looked like those of a patient with severe cataracts, turbid and looking at the lake without focus. The fins on the back were hanging weakly and seemed to be a little broken, revealing many suspicious holes. Only the two long strands of beard at the corners of the mouth were smooth and discernible, shining with charming colors in the moonlight.

The old fish man's big wrinkled hands were holding a cane that was much taller than it. The head of the staff is a leaping carp, with a string of silver rings hanging on the fish's lips. As it whirred, the ring struck slightly, making a tiny tinkling sound.

"If it's not polished, it's useless... How can you know if you don't try it." Another voice replied.

"Hiss, hiss..." The old fish man let out a weird laugh: "Verne... Verne... you are still so conceited... You know, jade is most easily broken when carved."

"Broken?" Old Man Verne laughed gruffly: "I'm watching here and you're watching here. If it's still broken, what else can I say?"

The old fish man suddenly fell silent.