Monster Hunting High School

Lan Que lowered his body, slowed down his breathing, and followed the marks he had made before, and flew forward quickly.

His sword was hung on his back, and the thin strips of cloth originally wrapped around the sword had been torn off and thrown away to an unknown location. The dark red hunting suit was a bit conspicuous on the grass, so when he passed by the mud pond before, he rolled in it. On the one hand, it could eliminate the smell on his body, and on the other hand, he could adjust the color of his body to match the surrounding environment. Get closer to reduce the chance of being discovered by the monsters.

After this hunting game, I must propose to modify the uniforms of the hunting team, at least change the color of the clothes.

He was thinking silently in his heart, and at the same time, he unconsciously recalled his previous experience of rolling in the mud. The black mud feels smooth and cold, like a pile of adzuki bean cake that has melted in the sun. However, it does not have the sweet smell of the cake, but instead exudes a fishy smell unique to the grassland. I don't know if there was a beast defecating in it. Sable hated the smell very much, but for safety's sake, he still pressed it into the mud and wiped it.

Therefore, until now, Sable--or should be called Black and Gray Sable--hides his body firmly in his hood and refuses to pay attention to him.

A low roar sounded from behind, and the hood trembled slightly. The young swordsman immediately calmed down, his eyes became sharp again, and his running steps became lighter.

Several brief encounters gave him a very deep understanding of the cunningness of this group of demonic wolves.

They can pretend to be dead, lure enemies, restrain the temptation of the wizard's flesh and strictly carry out the orders of the alpha wolf, and can also carry out outflanking assaults in accordance with the three-three system principle!

What's more important is that these demon wolves have rough skin and thick flesh. If a sword misses the vital point, it will only lose a few drops of blood, and it will not even have a stun effect.

They are not at all those manic cannon fodder infected by a casual bite from a demon, but have been infiltrated with demon blood while being infected. To put it in layman's terms, each of the core members of this group of demon wolves has the strength of the wild demon king in the ordinary demon group, which is almost as strong as a registered wizard, not to mention the white alpha wolf.

Another very important thing is quantity.

Lan Que was very suspicious. This group of demon wolves had gathered together all the wolf demons in this hunting ground, nearly a hundred of them! Although less than twenty of them belong to that kind of core wolf monster, other ordinary wolf monsters have become more terrifying under their restraint and leadership.

This was totally not the number that Xiao Xiao had found during his previous divination - he suspected that this was probably the work of the wolf.

Lan Que believed that if he hadn't been hunting wild monsters in the Qilian Mountains since he was a child, and if he had been replaced by another hunter with less actual combat experience, he would have been lying in the warm stomachs of the wolf monsters by now.

Even so, he still lost his pocket in the battle with the wolf demon, which contained the armor and horse talisman, the phantom body talisman, the breathing talisman, etc. that Zheng Qing gave him. The most important thing is that he communicated with the hunting team to use it. The communication symbol is also inside. This left him unable to issue an effective warning to the hunting team.

So, now Bluebird is in a dilemma.

Either take this group of wolf monsters beyond anyone's imagination to the camp of their hunting team, and let them face the surging beast tide in panic - if they haven't solved the monkey, the hunting team will have to face two sides. Risk of flanking.

Or, take this group of wolf demons for a spin, and then find a way to notify the camp on the way. If possible, kill one or two people who rush in, so as to reduce the burden on the family.

It would be nice if I had a Dharma book with me.

As soon as this thought came up in my heart, Lan Que decisively killed it.

Indecisiveness, looking forward and backward, worrying about gains and losses, etc. These thoughts are not what a real swordsman should have.

"I'm not alone."

The young swordsman thought so and lowered his body a little lower.

The grassland was clearly divided into two pieces in front of him.

To the left, there is a low twisted yellow grass. The blue bird knew that if he ran along this piece of twisted yellow grass for five minutes, he would reach a small hill. The hill was covered with mulberry trees - fat people always like to call them mingyouzi - and these bushes were covered with tiny mulberries. Sables like to bite off the beautiful flower clusters one by one.

Around the hill, there is a shallow water, flowing from west to east, towards the forest that was burned down by the Exoneration hunting team. Going down the river, within three minutes, he could see the familiar figures of his teammates.

To the right, there is a tall yellow-backed grass. This tufted herbaceous plant of the subfamily Triaceae can grow to over a meter high, obscuring all unevenness in his field of vision.

There are no ditches, no raised rocks, and no vines or thorns crawling on the ground like poisonous snakes.

The good news is that if he chooses to go to the right, he can easily disappear into the tall grassland and buy more time for his hunting team.

The bad news is that wolves can also become invisible in this patch of yellow-backed grass. The grass stems, which are one to two meters high, can easily submerge the heads of most wolf monsters. If a hunter accidentally loses his way, dozens of bloody mouths may be waiting for him.

Bluebird didn't hesitate.

He took out the 'Black and Gray Ermine' from his hood with his backhand. The mud on its back was already slightly dry. The swordsman's eyes moved slightly, his fingers came together, and he quickly wrote a few words on the marten's back.

"Go quickly and let them rescue me... tell them that the wolves are very strong, there are many of them."

The usually eloquent swordsman was speaking quickly in the ear of his mink, and then he raised his hand and threw it to the twisted yellow thatch on the left. For the mink, the five to sixty centimeter tall twisted yellow grass is enough to completely cover up its figure.

As for him, he threw himself into the Huangbei grassland and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After Sable landed, he stayed for a few seconds, twisted his waist, and immediately jumped into the Huangmao Grassland, running straight towards the camp of the Exoneration Hunting Team.

Ten seconds later, dozens of flying figures arrived at the place where Blue Bird and Sable parted.

Although the smell is very weak, it does not affect the wolf monsters who have been modified by magic to distinguish the subtle differences in prey. The shorter gray wolf demon looked hesitantly at several tall black-backed wolves.

The big wolves couldn't decide to pay attention either.

But soon, the low roar coming from behind them dispelled their hesitation.

With a few scattered howls, the wolves also dispersed on this grassland.

A big black-backed wolf and two small gray wolves were decorated with sable auras. The other wolf demons, led by the remaining big wolves, plunged into the tall yellow-backed grassland to chase the wolf. There is a significantly stronger wizarding aura.

The breeze blows, the grass leaves are whirling, and there is only a mess of fallen weeds in the field.