Monster Hunting High School

Compared with Phuket Island, the Atacama mountain plateau is extremely dry and hot during this season.

At the same time, snowflakes were probably still falling on Phuket Island, and the orange-red sun hung in the blue-grey sky, giving the whole world a layer of indifference. Even if you stared at the sun all day, you would not what is the relationship.

In the Atacama Plateau, if you stare at the sun for a while during this season, your eyes will be burned by the dazzling and vicious light.

Zheng Qing doesn't like this kind of uncontrolled extreme weather.

He prefers the mild and polite climate in school, and a world where if the weather is too hot, there will be two more layers of clouds in the sky, blocking half of the sun's face.

Snapped!

The heavy shoes trampled a Peruvian red scorpion that hurriedly crawled into flesh. Zheng Qing lowered his head and kicked up a few clumps of soil with his toes, building a small and desolate grave for the little bug.

Regardless of whether it is the eye of a dark wizard or not, since it is dead, it should be treated with the etiquette of death. In this desolate land like Mars, life and death have similar noble meanings.

The young wizard pulled the hood on his head, raised his head, and glanced at the blazing fireball above his head.

The good news is that under such intense sunlight, the power of black magic will be greatly suppressed - if there is really a dark wizard here.

The bad news is that Zheng Qing has some bad feelings in his heart.

Five days have passed since the last time we set off from Phuket Island. Tomorrow is the Lunar New Year. Seven days after the Little New Year, it will be New Year’s Eve. After New Year’s Eve, the first day of the Lunar New Year will be Valentine’s Day. Time is like a car whistling. The heavy-duty train was rushing towards the young public-sponsored student. Just thinking about it, Zheng Qing seemed to feel the strong, almost substantial sense of oppression rushing towards his face, suffocating him.

At present, there is still no progress in the pursuit of the Exoneration Hunting Team.

From Alaska to Siberia, from Lake Victoria to the Great Divide, and then to the Atcatamar mountain plateau on the border of Peru, the Exoneration Hunting Team is like a headless fly, scurrying around the world, smelling countless putrid smells , pounced on it but found that the shit he was looking for was not there.

Thinking of that word, Zheng Qing spat on the ground in disgust.

Almost half of this precious liquid evaporated in mid-air, and the rest fell among the fine gravel and quickly seeped down along the dry cracks. In just the blink of an eye, the saliva seemed to have never existed before. Just like he appeared in this world, not even a trace was left behind.

Wow.

Slightly chaotic footsteps came. Xiao Xiao and Dylan, who were responsible for the exploration mission, appeared in Zheng Qing's sight one after another, with a lazy atmosphere in their steps.

Zheng Qing's heart sank slightly. Sure enough, that bad premonition became a reality.

"No?" he asked concisely.

Xiao Xiao's slightly shaking head seemed to be a double negation, which gave the young public-sponsored student a glimmer of hope. However, before this glimmer of hope could rise, it was pulled back to the ground by the gravity of reality.

"There are traces of black magic, but it has nothing to do with the 'crow'," the short wizard replied quickly: "We checked the corpses that had been drained of blood. The gentleman confirmed that no vampire aura was found, so there is a high probability that There is a recently fallen wizard nearby... Where are the fat man and the swordsman? Aren't they staying with you? "

He looked around suspiciously, his hand already holding his blue bamboo slips.

Zheng Qing patted the rune gun hanging on his waist.

"Don't worry... the swordsman went to patrol the surrounding area, and the fat man went to catch scorpions." At this point, the captain of the Exoneration Hunting Team suddenly felt a subtle feeling of envy in his heart: "That guy said that Peruvian red scorpions can be eaten roasted or eaten Or brewing wine, they are all top-quality materials. It’s so easy to come here, and it would be a waste not to catch seventy or eighty of them and go back..."

"This is indeed something he can say." The fortune teller nodded slightly, then adjusted his glasses: "Over at the school, I mean, is there any news from Old Man Verne?"

Five days ago, the Exoneration Hunting Team went to the North District Patrol Team at night as agreed and met the old man Verne. The old man was in good spirits, but his memory was poor. It took him a long time to recall the one-eyed crow he had brought back to school.

The results were disappointing.

After all, the school is not the Trident Sword or Danhag. There is no legitimate reason to detain a wizard for a long time - even if it is just an elder of the ogre tribe - according to the "Code", an ogre, fishman, etc. with the ability to cast spells cannot be detained for a long time. Magical creatures can enjoy the same rights as ordinary wizards.

Therefore, a few months ago, after helping the one-eyed crow lift the curse of forced transformation, the ogre elder disappeared into the vast silent forest.

According to Old Man Verne's speculation, the ogre elder was most likely looking for his kindred spirits in the Silent Forest. For any ogre tribe, ogre elders who can use shamanic magic are rare and valuable assets.

"Don't worry, I know a lot of old guys in the Silent Forest and will help you find out about this matter."

This is what the old man Verne said before leaving, patting his chest in front of several young hunters. But five days have passed, and there has been no news from the old man, so that Zheng Qing sometimes privately wondered whether he was perfunctory with them.

But facing his companions, he could not show such doubt.

"No, no, no... You have been separated from me for less than an hour. Do you need to ask me again after a while?" The captain of the Exoneration Hunting Team showed a hint of helplessness on his face: "If there is news over there, I will definitely report it as soon as possible. …”

His voice stopped abruptly.

Because a blue flame suddenly jumped out of the void, interrupting the young public-sponsored student's words, several hunters raised their heads and looked at the flame.

The tongue of fire stretched out, and in an instant the flame transformed into a beautiful and delicate blue bird, which flapped its wings and landed on Zheng Qing's shoulder, pecking his earlobe slightly.

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The blue bird sang a sweet song, and the wizard listened carefully.

This is the encrypted message of the Three-pronged Sword. Ordinary intelligence does not require such encryption measures. Several other young wizards in the Exoneration Hunting Team watched this scene nervously.

Soon, they saw their captain's brows slightly relaxed.

"I know, forgive me and go back immediately." He said to Qingniao.

The little green bird flapped its wings with satisfaction, pecked his earlobe, jumped up, left his shoulder, soared into the sky, and flew towards the sun.

In just a blink of an eye, it turned into a blue flame again in the bright sunshine and disappeared from the sight of the young hunters.