Hunting College

When Albon reached out and grabbed Oleg's arm, Oleg gave a hand very kindly.

　　 In his opinion, Albon’s current situation should be the legendary ‘magic backlash’-although the North District jugglers don’t have much ability to perform magic, they are always enthusiastic about the concepts related to magic.

　　According to the rumor in the North District, after a wizard fails to cast a spell, he will be backlashed by magic power. In the lighter, he may lose his strength and sweat, and the heavy may even be life-threatening.

　　 So when Albon looked pale and took a small step back, Oleg stretched out his arm very loyally.

　　 The brothers fought against the wall and defended against their insults.

　　Oleg originally wanted to make a joke with Albon, laughing at him with a bottle of dissatisfaction and half a bottle sloshing, and dared to scare people on the street without fully mastering the spell.

　　 But before the joke was uttered, he was keenly aware of the abnormality.

　　 Albon's hand gripping his arm is too strong.

　　 is almost like crushing his arm bones!

　　 "Help me," Albon murmured, his voice seemed to be whispering, making it hard to hear: "Help me, is to help everyone, is to help the North District... I can't do it alone."

　　 "What are you talking about?" Oleg grinned and gasped, "Where are you so hard!"

　　 Then he saw Albon turn his head, his eyes flushed, and he looked at him feverishly.

　　 "Just this time," Albon's eyes were pleading, fierce, and guilty: "Just this time."

He repeated this sentence, and the black curse mark on his forehead suddenly brightened, like a huge vortex, shrouded the figures of two people in it. In the depth of the vortex, countless souls can be seen struggling and the end of history can be heard. There was a horrible howl.

　　 Oleg's expression changed from a distorted smile to shock, then became angry, and finally terrified.

　　 He opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to say something, but the effect of the curse was far beyond the upper limit of a magician's resistance. In just an instant, maybe even shorter time, this tall and sturdy North District pier boss was swallowed by the huge whirlpool.

　　 The skin and flesh all over his body changed from smooth to shriveled, and the whole figure shrank into a ball like a fruit that had been dried up by water.

　　 Until the end, even the shriveled fruit was not left. The powerful engulfing and transforming ability of the curse imprint was like a huge grinding disc, pulverizing the shriveled fruit bit by bit and breaking it into powder.

　　Huh.

　　 The cold wind on the corner of the street rolled over, and rolled the white powder into the air, and it was like flying snow before Lixia, the wind whimpered and the snowflakes were bleak.

　　 Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu stared at the scene in shock, and brushed aphasia together.

　　 The abrupt scene in front of him completely exceeded the imagination of the two young wizards.

Isn't 　　 just a small street conflict?

　　 how could it develop to this point!

　　 The jugglers watching the excitement in the shadows on both sides of the street are obviously more receptive to this cruel reality than the two young students of the first university, and easier to recover from this tragedy.

　　 Quietly, the magicians in the shadow fade away like a tide. Zheng Qing's feeling of being voyeurized all the time disappeared at the same time.

　　 "You, what did you do?!" The young public-sponsored student opened his mouth, and then uttered a sound for a long time, then whispered in a dry tone, "What did you do!!"

　　 "You forced it." Albon's handbook was shining brightly, and his face looked like crying and smiling, and it was ugly: "...It was all forced by you. You have always forced it..."

　　 "He's stunned, ignore him." Jiang Yuran grabbed Zheng Qing's arm, stopped him from moving forward, and dragged him back, and said in a low voice: "Let's go back to the Gini hut first."

As if to comment on her words, the thin north district mage in the center of the street across the street suddenly raised his head, his eyes turned white, and his head was forced back, which made people suspect that he wanted to break his spine. Drop.

　　 His arms stretched slightly, like bird wings, his fingers curled up, and he couldn't hold it or spread it out. The shabby book originally held in his hand finally got rid of the shackles of his fingers and fell silently to the ground.

　　 Click.

　　 The dull sound of landing is like a starting gun.

　　 Gunshots sounded and darkness fell.

　　 The little mushrooms spitting out sunlight bubbles on the streets were like snowmen washed by boiling water, and in the blink of an eye they turned into wisps of light and sank into the decaying streets of the northern district of Beta Town.

　　 The night shrouded the world once again. Apart from the faintly shining book in Jiang Yu's hand, only the northern wizard was still emitting a cold and faint light, allowing people to see its outline.

　　 Yes, it.

　　 Zheng Qing will never admit that the ‘existence’ opposite is still a conscious wizard.

The young public servants watched the northern wizard slowly float into the air. In the void behind him, dozens of black phantoms of frantically waving tentacles appeared. Above the tentacles, there was a huge black cloud. Pieces of meat, from time to time you can see the big mouth dripping with mucus, looming in the distorted background.

　　 This crazy and distorted power, Zheng Qing had personally experienced just yesterday.

　　 Jiang Yu is the same.

　　 "Exterior!"

　　 "It's an outside god!"

　　 The two spoke at the same time, their voices full of bitterness.

"I'll block it, you go to Senior Sister Korma for help!" Jiang Yu slammed Zheng Qing back, and said without looking back: "You don't have a book or a talisman. It's no use staying here ."

　　 The words are right, and they are also reasonable.

　　 But Zheng Qing has no way to leave the witch and escape to safety by himself, nor can he watch the witch standing in front of him, shielding himself from the wind and rain.

　　 This has nothing to do with pros and cons, but the dignity of a boy.

　　 "Yesterday, I exploded, so I left you there." The boy said softly, walking to Jiang Yu again: "I will never leave you today...before I blow up."

　　 Maybe he thought his words were very interesting, Jiang Yu let out a weird sob.

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Although Zheng Qing had plucked up his courage, he did not intend to use his head to carry the projection of the outer god-although he has not figured out how a little wizard in the North District provokes such a horrible thing, he is not considering it now. When this kind of thing.

In a panic, he reached into the gray cloth bag, touched a piece of cardboard, felt the magic power flowing from it, and subconsciously pulled it out-the boy thought it was something he had forgotten in the bag. Amulet.

After 　　 took it out, he realized that it was the red card position.

　　 is a tablet with the word ‘Wu’ written on it, usually used by Zheng Qing to increase the success rate of drawing symbols. Of course, because of taboo, he has hardly used this tablet since he went to college. The last time I used it, I was wandering last year to draw a clear heart charm for Li Meng. Jiang Yu was also there at the time.

　　 Seeing Zheng Qing take out this tablet, the witch was a little discouraged.

　　 She originally thought boys could do something more powerful.

　　 Such as the hair of a certain yellow lily.