Hunting College

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When Zheng Qing put on his courtyard robe, panting and ran to the lakeside dock, many figures had already gathered here.

Red, white, blue, yellow, gray, black, six colors of robes are scattered messily among the dark green lawns, reflecting the blue-black lake in the distance, like a slowly unfolding picture.

Zheng Qing squinted, trying to find a familiar face.

Soon, he saw Linguo's figure beside the old man Verne.

They were almost standing in the middle of all the wizards, and a few black-robed assistants stood beside them.

"Borrowed, borrowed." Zheng Qing repeatedly apologized, squeezing through the crowd, sweating profusely, and came to the old school worker.

The old school worker turned his back to him, listening to a few teaching assistants arguing with a calm face.

"Could it be wrong?!" Hilda's voice looked restless: "Is it a bit too rush to call the patrol so hastily? These students..."

As he said, his hand vigorously waved back, covering many figures including Zheng Qing.

"These students, are you ready?" His face was a little flushed, with thin beads of sweat hanging on the tip of his nose, lined with a brass nose ring, and a vague light spot reflected on his nose.

"This is the first university. They are students from the first university." Thomas stood under the shadow of the old school worker, which made his sense of existence a little weak. On the contrary, his speech was firm and intense, like a cone. In the bag, the dull atmosphere in the field was pierced in an instant: "If the patrol can't even handle this kind of thing, can the wizarding world count on us to do other things?"

This kind of rhetoric is already very harsh.

Even Hilda, who strongly opposed it, closed her mouth and was silent.

"What are they arguing?" Zheng Qing leaned in Linguo's ear and asked in a low voice: "Why are they calling us?"

Lin Guo still carried his small schoolbag on his shoulders. Hearing the words, he did not speak, but made a quiet gesture to signal Zheng Qing to listen.

Zheng Qing honestly closed his mouth, carefully adjusting the position of his belt while listening to their arguments.

He was a little rushed just now, and his robe was a bit crooked.

"The time in that place has been drained, you can't go wrong," a gentle voice took the conversation, closing the gap between the teaching assistants: "Professor Yi just sent a message, he, Professor Li and Monte Professor Leah has sealed off the scene."

Zheng Qing's gaze swept over the tall assistant teacher quickly, but he didn't see his face clearly, only his gray hair and smooth forehead.

"Have you caught it?" Hilda hurriedly asked, "Brother Yu, what did the professors say?"

"It's the same as Old Man Verne's previous speculation," the tall wizard known as Yu Ge nodded slightly to the old school worker in order to show respect: "Except for some traces of time erosion, they didn't even leave a single garment. under."

"Ho **** ho," the old school worker lifted his chin and grinned gruffly: "This kind of thing, you will experience it a few times... You are still young, so you didn't catch their tails. ."

The meaning contained in this sentence is very rich.

The eyes of the black robe teaching assistants tightened, and they immediately turned to the old man.

"What do you mean," although Hilda was still the first to speak in a hurry, he added a respectful saying: "Are you always catching their tails?"

The old man Verne did not speak, just reached out his hand in the gray robe pocket, took out a transparent glass bottle, and held it up.

The glass bottle was only the size of a thumb, wide mouth, big belly, sealed with a red cork, and the neck was tied with a few thin bands painted with teeny charms.

There are many transparent grains the size of rice grains in the bottle.

Under the sun, these transparent particles gleamed with charming seven colors.

"Although May is also old, the four legs run faster than me, and catch some of them." The old man said, put his hand in his arms, took out a piece of black bacon, and passed it to Old hound lying on the ground.

The old hunting dog grunted in satisfaction, flipped his tongue, and rolled the slap-sized piece of meat into his stomach.

Zheng Qing looked at the light blankly, and suddenly felt satisfied, as if his life had been fulfilled in an instant.

He knew that this feeling was very wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

"What is this?" a voice exclaimed in the crowd.

Obviously, he is not the only one who has noticed the abnormality.

"Kronos' pet, candle dragon's eye feces, Helios and Selene's illegitimate son." Hilda stared at the glass bottle as if reading a poem, and sang: "Kaihuye, choke, creature It's life and death."

Chronos, Helios, Selene, these mouth-twisting names, Zheng Qing had no impression of them.

But for Zhulong, he still had a little understanding.

Legend has it that it is an ancient dragon living in the north. It is thousands of miles long and has countless lifespans. It opens its eyes during the day, closes its eyes during the night, blows in winter, and exhales in summer. Some people call it candles. Nine Yin.

As for the shadow of Zhulong, Zheng Qing pouted, how could he know such cryptic information.

Maybe Xiao Xiao has this information in his notebook.

It's just that Dr. Xiao Da was thinking about a new love poem in his dormitory at this time, and he had no interest in coming to the lakeside to work hard at noon.

"Why can't you speak human words?" Zheng Qing glanced at the assistant teacher with drooping eyes, slandering in the bottom of his heart.

As if hearing the voices of the people, the old man Verne explained from the side: "This is the egg of a magical creature. This magical creature has an amazing connection with time. It lives by absorbing the time of other creatures and is plundered. Creatures that lose time will age rapidly...so they were also called the "Shadow of the God of Time" by ancient magicians."

Zheng Qing's eyes widened, UU reading www.uukanshu.com he has guessed the meaning behind the old man's words.

"Theoretically speaking, this kind of magical creatures should live in the deepest part of the silent forest, far away from wizards." Thomas added beside: "But at noon today, at our college, in the center of wizarding activities, we found their activities. Mark of."

"If there is no accident, the recent attack on magical creatures by Linzhong Lake can be concluded." Hilda finally ended the explanation with a straightforward sentence: "It is very likely...almost certainly, they are the murderers. ."

A gasp suddenly sounded from the crowd.

The noisy noise broke out in an instant, and everyone tried to squeeze forward, wanting to be closer to witness the murderer.

"What are their names!"

"These eggs look so beautiful, can they be bought in the market?"

"Did the murderer escape!"

"What is our task, is it to catch the murderer?"

"It's terrible! I don't want to grow old!"

The old man Verne reluctantly raised the wooden staff in his hand and paused viciously on the ground.

"Om..."

The stone road at the foot seemed to turn into quicksand in an instant, and the crowded students were unstable and fell to the ground.

"Quiet!" the old school worker roared gruffly: "Keep discipline!"

The crowd immediately became more orderly.

"Maybe many classmates don't know this kind of thing," the old man looked at everyone with a serious expression: "But it doesn't matter. Later, Professor Dorag from the Institute of Magical Biology will give everyone a simple training."

"Your task is to go to the depths of the woods to find the source of these'eggs' after the training is over, following May."

"Only by finding their lair can this chaos end."

"Remember its name..."

"Sand time!"