Hunting College

As if hearing the little witch's exclamation, the black goat turned his head slowly, revealing a scorched face.

To be precise, it was half a scorched face—the black goat seemed to be split in half by an invisible long knife. Everything was normal on the left side, with fluffy wool, bright eyes, and sharp horns; the right side was completely I can’t see that it’s a sheep anymore. The wool on his body was scorched, half of the sheep’s face was peeled off, revealing dark red muscles and entangled blood vessels. The eyelids were lost. The crippled man, and the horn, seemed to have been burned by the hot flames, and fell to its ears, covered with air bubbles similar to basalt.

But these are not the most terrible.

The most terrifying thing is something other than burning.

The flame on the scorched side of the black sheep was still not extinguished. The dark red flame burned obliquely, and a thick shadow was enveloped above the flame. It jumped with the burning flame, like a strip Unreal tentacles.

Just a simple glance, the heavy light blue mask around Ophiopogon japonicus was hit hard by an invisible sledgehammer, a huge dent appeared, and the runes on the mask rustled. The cracking sound burst out a string of golden sparks.

The little witch took a step back subconsciously, and she vaguely heard a noisy and chaotic prayer sound in her ears.

Nicholas!

Nicholas! !

The goddess of dark fertility!

The black goat of the forest that gave birth to thousands of descendants! !

Ishikawa Ukyo stretched out his hand to support Ophiodon’s shoulder and helped her stand firm.

"Let the dwarf and the blind come here," the leader of the Kunpeng hunting team standing in the front commanded without looking back: "The circle in the Silent Forest seems to be temporarily useless..."

Ishikawa did not make a sound, but took out a red paper crane from his arms, placed it on the back of his left hand, leaned to his mouth and said a few words in a low voice, then stretched out his right hand and wiped the paper crane instantly. As a flare, it disappeared between the palm of his hand and the back of his hand.

It seems to be aware of the malice of the three young wizards.

The black goat no longer pretended to be innocent, but lowered its head, exposing its big sickle-shaped horns, while arching its back, tapping the stone slab on the ground with its right front hoof, making a charge.

Zhang Boren lowered his body, with his fists at his waist, his fists up, staring at the black sheep in the flame without fear.

Boom!

In the fire field of the warehouse, a wooden pillar finally couldn't stand the flames, and fell straight down, raising a black ash, splashing a brilliant spark, and making a huge noise at the same time.

It was like beating the drum.

The black goat and Zhang Boren stopped confrontation at the same time, and rushed towards each other.

Ophio Dong clenched his small fists tensely, cheering for the captain in the bottom of his heart, but saw that when the black sheep was halfway through the charge, his forefoot suddenly kicked on the ground, and his whole body made a big turn that exceeded ninety degrees. , Cut abruptly to Hengli.

boom!

It smashed through the thin wall of the forest goods market, and ran away, with a flare of fire behind it, like a firecracker that had been ignited.

However, Zhang Boren couldn't restrain his pace, passing by the black sheep, like a heavy tank that had lost its brakes, crashing into the stone wall of the warehouse, banging, and knocking out a hole in the boss.

The little witch uttered a ‘噫’, she couldn’t bear to look straight, her clenched fists spread out, and she covered her eyes.

"Huh! Huh!"

A cloud of orange-red flames in the shape of a crane appeared beside Ishikawa Ukyo, and two figures came out from the flames, one tall and one low.

The flamingo whispered in Ishikawa's ears, its wings flickered, and disappeared into sparks.

"What's the situation," the gunner of the Kunpeng hunting team shouted loudly: "Our magic circle is almost ready to be set up. What is more important than the magic circle?"

Having said that, after coming out of the flames, Bahrain's machine gun was always firmly in his hand, the muzzle was carefully searching around, fingers firmly holding the trigger.

Unlike the dwarves who are thick and thin, the fortune teller of the hunting team is as careful as the outside and inside.

She rubbed the crystal ball in her arms, her face was carefully comprehended by every subtle magical fluctuation in the market, and her eyebrows showed a little seriousness.

"The timeline is disordered here." The witch closed her eyes from beginning to end, but it did not affect her clear judgment of the surrounding environment: "Who have you met? Where is the captain?"

"I'm still alive!" Zhang Boren grumbled gruffly from the warehouse in the distance: "Bah, bah... the shameless guy, escaped, as timid as a mouse!"

"Who is he scolding?" The dwarf picked up the cannon that was originally in his hand, carried it on his shoulders, tilted his head and looked at the other side of Ophiopogon japonicus, as if he had just discovered the blue mask around her: "...you again Was it attacked by Flobber caterpillars?"

Flobber caterpillar is a stubby herbivorous worm. The mucus secreted is widely used in potions. Apart from being ugly, it has almost no attack power on wizards-except for little girls, they seem to be able to be affected by this. The appearance of the ugly insect attacks, every year there is no shortage of cases of little girls fainting in front of the caterpillars.

Ophiopogon japonicus was once scared by a Flobber caterpillar and entered into a spiritual state, so Bahrain was often ridiculed.

"There is no Flobber caterpillar here!" The little witch exclaimed angrily through the blue mask: "How many times do you have to say about that! The captain lost a fight with a sheep, so he scolded people... scolded the sheep!" "

"A sheep?" The dwarf Bahrain blinked, a bit unable to keep up with the little witch's chat.

"Sheep?" The witch Zhu Ling noticed the word keenly, turning her head to look at Ishikawa who remained silent from beginning to end: "...Is that the sheep I thought?"

The swordsman nodded silently.

The witch took a deep breath, and the crystal ball in her hand gleamed irregularly.

Bahrain realized that afterwards, he looked at the chisel tooth that was lying in front of the warehouse, and then at the stone pit not far away, then re-carried the cannon on his shoulder in his hand and opened the insurance.

"Where is it?" the dwarf asked gruffly.

"Run." Ishikawa replied briefly.

"Run?" Bahrain raised his eyebrows, and the gun barrel of the machine gun, Carrara, rang: "Why don't you chase?"

"It's right not to chase." Zhang Boren's voice followed his heavy footsteps, coming out of the fire and smoke, becoming clearer and clearer: "No one knows what the sheep is making... in this On the timeline, we are homeless orphans, and never being scattered is the first element of combat."

"It can't run away." Ishikawa Ukyo tilted his head, and beside his ear, an emerald green paper crane was flapping its wings cheerfully: "I have been staring at it... for now~www.ltnovel.com ~It just jumped off the Silent River and set off upstream along the bottom of the river."

While talking, the leader of the Kunpeng hunting team had already walked to the side of several hunters.

He slapped the dust on his body, looked at the messy market, and sighed heavily.

"That's it here." The wizard scratched his head and gave up his plan to fight the fire. He followed the gap that the black goat hit on the wall and looked out: "As for that goat... after we interrupted it, there is a high probability that it won't We will return to the battlefield we previously preset."

There is no doubt that any slight changes in the upstream of the timeline will become completely unrecognizable when transmitted to the downstream. Fortunately, the time for the Black Goat to meet with them was only slightly earlier, and the expected changes were also within control.

The dwarf pulled his beard.

"So I hate fighting along the timeline." He grumbled gruffly: "You never know if a frog you killed casually will attract Satogua's attention."

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