One Eyed Monster

Igor watched Stanthor pour the pot of boiling water into the special glassware.

He was fascinated, because he couldn't think that this glassware could hold so much boiling water.

They have now left the basement and came to Dean Hoffman's office. The guard has been carried out and sought medical treatment from the wizard of the academy. Someone will report the specific situation to Governor Rostov.

The look of Mengwei was indeed scary, but those who carried the stretcher were not panicked at all, as if they were not surprising.

Logically, this kind of concealed thing will block news in many places, for fear that wearing it out will affect the reputation of the college. However, Yuanyou Academy is not blocked, nor does it need to be blocked, because there are so many weird incidents that happen to Yuanyou Academy all day long, and there is no shortage of this one.

Therefore, no one is worried that these stretcher-bearers will say something about the ally guard, and others will think it is just a new thing created by a bunch of old men who withdrew from the professional world.

Even Dean Hoffman didn't hide the intention of the new alchemist.

Of course, the golden seats that were shed by Kuy Turan were not interested in these things at all, but no one stopped them from coming to this place.

I don’t know what expressions those alchemists would have when they saw Igor and Stanthor...

But those are all hypothetical things. Now Stanthor is pouring boiling water into his glassware. The boiling water has been continuously passed to Stanthor, but it is like a bottomless pit that can't be filled.

"My God, your container is too amazing, is there any special technique?" Puxi Jin's eyes were about to pop out.

"No, it's not that my utensils are special, but this worm is special." Stanthor fanned off the heat that was rising around him with his hand, and a pungent smell suddenly came out.

"It smells so disgusting!" Pu Xijin pinched his nose and ran to the side. Hussetas on the side also covered his nose, and his body was constantly shaking as if he was about to vomit.

"This is the smell of blood!" Igor said as soon as he smelled it, "the smell of horror, I rely on!"

"Yes, this is **** smell. You will smell this smell in the slaughterhouse and on the battlefield." Rostov couldn't help but sighed. He didn't expect this smell to appear in this Far Travel Academy. .

Only killing can bring this **** smell, this smell can bring horror and make people sick.

Stanthor continued to heat water into the vessel, silent.

"Can hot water kill them?" Igor held hot water from the side.

Stanthor still did not speak, and at the same time he motioned to Igor not to speak out. Then continue to heat water in the vessel.

After a while, the white mist no longer rose in the vessel, it became almost like an ordinary bottle, and the water overflowed when it was full...

Stanthor unfolded his cloak, and then wrapped the glassware with the cloak, which is the shark beast.

"I need an empty place to release energy. This is not suitable." Since being baptized by Teacher Hardy, Stanthor has not stuttered anymore. His illness has completely healed, which really surprised many people. .

"Go straight to the door. The outside of my office is empty. I specially chose this back mountain." Dean Hoffman said directly, he was very excited and proud of it.

Everyone followed Stanthor to the door. It was indeed quite open outside. Looking ahead, it was a white ridge...

Stanthor simply fell the bottle to the ground without making a crisp sound, but instead let out a muffled snort.

"Stand back, everyone!" Stathol reminded.

Everyone stepped back subconsciously, as if the bottle would suddenly explode.

"Fireworks out!" Stanthor shouted loudly, and soon a ball of flames jumped out of his palm.

Hula-

The flames blazed for Lao Gao, and instantly burned at the door of Dean Hoffman's office.

"Wei!" Stanthor ordered.

I saw the flame quickly formed a circle, enclosing the bottle.

Huh-ah-ah-

The sharp voice suddenly resounded under this sky, it seemed that someone had been tortured, and the pain caused by this torture was unbearable.

The voice was sharp and harsh, as if it could pierce a person's eardrum.

Husitas couldn't help covering his ears.

"I use flames to drive the light, everything is ashes after all, and I still don't bow my head in front of the flames!" Stanthor read the formula aloud, and he has been releasing his spiritual power.

Babbling--the sharp voice didn't abate at all, but it became increasingly sharper, seeming to be suffering.

"This may be the gap between the ancient hunter and the professional. There is no detailed and systematic record in any book. Unless you see it with your own eyes, it is difficult to see the grandeur of the ancient hunter!" Dean Hoffman was excited. Blow your beard straight.

"Could it be that this kind of insects were fed by dead spirits in the legend?" Puxi Jin scratched his head. He had heard such legends before.

Igor's vest twitched. On Gulu Mountain, wasn't that the same with the line puppet they were talking about at the time?

"The old man is fortunate enough to see this spectacular scene in his lifetime." Dean Hoffman was so excited.

Hussetas slowly remembered the records in some books. Although there are not many records about ancient hunters, it is better than nothing. Hussetas, a bookworm who gnaws books and hygienic books, has naturally read this aspect of records.

The few records say that some of the ancient hunters could use dead spirits to raise some parasitic insects or vegetation, and use these to hunt. This technique is originally very strange~www.ltnovel.com~ But what is even more strange is that some ancient hunters can force these dead spirits out of these things...

Husitas vaguely remembered that the book called this process hunting dead souls...

This scene happened before Hussetas can not help but think of these, the existence of these books that has been a strange story is now happening in front of them. And as Dean Hoffman said, there are no detailed and systematic records in any books, and now they are fortunate to witness all this.

Stanthor quickly weaves an invisible net with both hands. This is a net woven by spiritual power. With the help of the power of the pet's fireworks, Stanthor is now hunting the so-called undead...

"The power of flame will return you tranquility. Before returning, you must show your identity. Whether you do evil or not, everything will be reduced to ashes. Come out soon!"

With constant formulas, Stanthor is like a poet at this moment...

This process made Igor couldn’t help thinking, if Stanthor didn’t regain his ability to speak, how would he face all this... an eyed monster