Monster Hunting High School

The night breeze sighed among the trees, carrying the smell of pine needles, dragon dung, and blood.

Zheng Qing felt depressed and looked up at the edge of the forest.

The junction between the moonlight and the woods was shrouded in shadow, and a tall mill tilted to one side, looking like a staggering drunkard in the night. From the apple trees farther away, the songs of several singing robins could be faintly heard. They have lived in the dragon farm all year round and helped the old fire dragon clean up parasites. They have developed a certain degree of immunity to the dragon's power, making this area full of... The bloody lonely place is a little more alive.

"Those are the traces left when the fire dragon struggled."

Vas Egg noticed the mill at the end of the hunting team leader's sight and explained simply: "The one who died was an adult Romanian long-horned dragon. It had a very hot temper... When it was attacked by those elves, it spat wildly in all directions. Dragon's Breath...and destroyed the mill."

At this point, he shrugged and added: "Because fire dragons are not very good-tempered, buildings such as mills in the dragon hunting farm are easily damaged. Originally, it was nothing, but damage to this level is still Very rare."

"What's the purpose of building a mill on a dragon farm?"

"When preparing concentrated feed, you need to grind chestnuts, acorns, corn and other crops into powder... Most of the time, fire dragons mainly eat meat, but occasionally they have a bad appetite, or are sick, or are young, so they need to artificially prepare concentrated feed. Feeding. When I was little, I loved grabbing chestnuts from the little dragons. The chestnuts they ate were all pickled with honey and they tasted great!”

Because Lin Guo likes dragons, Zheng Qing is familiar with many wild dragon habits, but many of the artificial dragon raising techniques he heard today are the first time he knows them, and he listens to them with gusto.

Katcha.

There was a crisp cracking sound underfoot.

The young public-funded student lowered his head and saw several slender bones that looked like ribs broken into several pieces on the soles of his feet. These bones should have been burned by dragon flames, like charred branches after a mountain fire. Even the fractures were dark, as if they had been completely carbonized.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he rolled his toes near the ribs.

Soon, under a small pile of ashes, I saw a Jiaohu skull that had shrunk to the size of a fist. The dark eye sockets occupied most of the skull, staring straight into the eyes of the young hunter, which made him a little confused. Chest tightness.

"Are there any surviving elves?" Zheng Qing looked away and asked softly.

"No."

Vas Egg glanced at the skull and answered with certainty: "Even so far, no elf with a complete body has been found in the hunting ground."

Under the mask, Zheng Qing frowned and pinched the white jade in his hand.

This piece of jade is also a piece of equipment provided by the Trident Sword. It has a similar effect to the looking glass, except that it is used to detect whether the other party is lying. The first time he met Vas Egg, Zheng Qing took out this piece of jade and chanted the incantation 'Bai Gui's Defilement', but until now, there is no flaw on this piece of white jade.

In theory, this means he didn't lie.

Of course, this does not mean that the other party's words must be credible - telling part of the truth, or taking certain potions or using certain spells in advance can also avoid the effects of Bai Gui's Defilement.

"Brother Zha, Doctor, come and take a look at this wreckage." Dylan's voice suddenly came from the mask, and there was a hint of confusion in the excitement.

The area Dylan inspected was on the east side of the accident scene.

He found a slightly complete remains of an elf. Based on the situation at the scene, he could probably tell that the elf was avoiding the fire dragon's breath. A thick oak tree blocked most of the power of the dragon's flames, so the elf hid under the tree. The body behind was still intact, but the exposed lower body had been burned into charcoal by the dragon flames like most of the tree body.

Even so, its upper body was severely burned, as if it had been a giant lobster that had been in a steamer, and its entire body was a strange orange-red color.

"Is this really the Great Yarmouth elf?" Zheng Qing couldn't hide his surprise as he looked at the knotted muscles of the elf's upper body, its ferocious face, and its red skin.

In my impression, most of the elves of the genus Britannia are cyan and gray, and a few are green. Red elves can only appear in a few limited plateau areas such as the Deccan, Colorado, and Colombia.

"Judging from the bones and palm prints, it should be correct."

Xiao Xiao leaned down and looked at the remains carefully. The flat cat-faced mask was almost sticking to the elf's skin. Since he didn't have glasses, he raised his fingers and slid over the edge of the mask, then landed on the elf calmly. On the body, he poked his fingertips here and there, muttering something in his mouth:

"...In the world of magical creatures, the Cordial Creatures, the Elfidae, the Flying Order, the Elfidae, the Genus Elf, and the Subgenus Britannia, there are two kinds of elves, namely, the Cornwall Elf and the Great Yarmouth Elf. Compared with Cornish elves, Great Yarmouth elves have larger eyes, delicate skin, and several scales on their wrists. It is said that this is because they have a certain degree of blood relationship with Naga... It's just that This is not recognized by the Nagas.”

As he spoke, he used a long clamp to hold the elf's wrist and carefully turned it over. Sure enough, there were several semicircular scales on the wrist.

Similar to the skin, those scales had turned red.

"They look completely different from the group of elves I raised." Zheng Qing listened to the doctor's 'Magic Pu' and thought of the elves still in the dormitory. He wondered how they were doing these days.

"Of course it's different."

Xiao Xiao finally raised his head and glanced at his captain with disdain: "One is a crested biological sect, and the other is an alchemical biological sect. Their origins are completely different... Didn't you take magical biology as an elective?"

This statement risks revealing your identity.

Zheng Qing subconsciously raised his head and glanced at Vas Egger, only to find that he had already consciously stayed more than ten meters away from several people to show that he would not interfere with the work of the Trident Sword commissioners.

Seeing Zheng Qing's gaze, he waved happily.

"...The blood in the elf's body has been drained. This is not an effect that dragon flames can achieve." Xiao Xiao's voice attracted the young public-funded student's attention back: "But the black magic that can achieve this effect is too There are many, including starry sky, shamanic, voodoo... There is a book "My Days at Trident Sword" in the library, which introduces a case that happened in Lagos. At that time, an agent of Trident Sword took a Wika The eucalyptus who taught the black wizard directly identified it as a voodoo cultist and caused a lot of trouble..."

"Lagos is originally a traditional power of voodoo, and it is difficult to avoid mistakes like that." Dylan commented.

"So, I hope that you will not make similar mistakes today and put the faults of other dark wizards on the head of Wicca." Xiao Xiao replied calmly.