Hunting College

The sky is clear.

Unlike the time outside the field, in the small world of Hunting Ground No. 1, where the sun had just jumped not far from the horizon, it was hiding behind a few white clouds, looming, like a layer of tulle. The sunlight fell on the earth through these clouds, like the peeping gaze of the sun, evasive.

The breeze blew, and a piece of withered grass swayed.

It shook the blades of grass hard, trying to escape this somewhat depressed world. But the force that supports it to fly comes from the breeze. When the breeze passed, the grass leaves finally fell back to the ground involuntarily, accepting the trampling of an elk.

This is a mature elk.

The rust-colored fur and black and white abdominal markings hide it in the grass. The two-meter-tall head and the sharp corners of the fork can resist most of the predators, allowing it to peacefully foraging on this empty grassland.

At this moment, he is lowering his head, patiently gnawing a piece of alfalfa-for him, these tender legumes are the best delicacy on this grassland, none of them.

The elk squinted, stretched out its black tongue, rolled up the tender stalk of alfalfa, stuffed it into his mouth, wriggling his lips, chewing casually, raising his head from time to time, looking around vigilantly.

A light breeze blew by, and the big deer who was lowering his head gnawing the tender grass immediately raised his head.

In the distance, in the sky far away from it, a huge colorful cloud suddenly blossomed in that azure blue place. It's like a blooming hyacinth. Elks always hate plants of the narcissus family because their bulbs are poisonous and will cause stomach troubles after eating.

It kicked its toes uncomfortably, the main hoof and the hanging hoof knocked together, making a rattling sound.

Even if it didn't see any danger, the instinctive intuition of the herbivore made it unable to lower its head comfortably and continue to gnaw on the small piece of fresh alfalfa.

Light breeze after breeze passed.

Unlike nature’s breath, these light winds are a bit rapid and agitated. It seemed as if a spark was going to be drawn when it swept across its fur. But there is no such thing as a thorn on the back when the liger coyote stares at it.

The elk's muscles were tight, and he stamped his feet irritably. There was a heavy breath in his nose, and a puff of foam overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but he could only turn around cautiously, not daring to escape in any direction.

"Snapped."

A soft sound blew up in the ears of the elk.

The agile athlete on this grassland stood stiff in place, not daring to move. Even the irritable tap dance stopped.

It lowered its head docilely.

Because four strange black shadows suddenly appeared around it, each black shadow gave it the feeling that it was countless times more dangerous than the most brutal tigress in this territory.

More importantly, the elk clearly felt something strange on his back.

Instinct madly warns of its sharp horns and heavy hoofs-don't move, don't move! Be quiet, be sure to be quiet!

"It turns out that it's just a different head." A clear female voice sounded on its back: "It's a pity..."

As he said, a pair of leather boots stomped lightly on the back of the elk, making a bang.

The female voice paused, and added: "...but, it looks very strong and somewhat spiritual."

"It's not our target prey today." A low male voice sounded nearby.

"But it can be a good foot strength." Another voice corrected.

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"I really want to hear what they are talking about..." Zheng Qing sighed, adjusting the focus of his brass telescope, staring motionlessly at the place where the Red Q hunting team was.

"Then you want to buy a high-end version of the telescope...not the castrated version that deceives children." The fat man vomited.

"Doctor, do you have any detailed information about this hunting team?" Zheng Qing didn't talk to the fat man, but slammed Xiao Xiao with his elbow.

Although the blue-green-eyed betting brokers gave them some basic information about the hunting team, they only had the most basic information-this is not difficult to understand, after all, the dealers need to rely on those subtle information differences to grab profits.

Fortunately, the Yougui Hunting Team has an omniscient doctor who can always surprise everyone.

"The Red Peach Q hunting team has been established for two years and has passed a one-year investigation period. It ranks first in the same batch of hunting teams in terms of points and is one of the strong contenders for the final spot in this round-robin tournament."

"The main hunter, Joan, code-named ‘queen’, a student of Astronomy 07-1 of Jiuyou Academy..."

"Yo! Sister-in-law!" The fat man blew a whistle.

"I've always been curious. Now that we already know her name, does the code name have any meaning?" Zheng Qing put down the binoculars, rubbed his sore arms, and muttered, "I don't want to curse her anytime. ?"

"This is tradition!" Zhang Jixin turned his head and looked at him seriously: "We know what her name is, but the monsters in the hunting grounds don't know... the code name is a way to prevent the monster from threatening the hunter. In the real hunting monster It’s a very important thing."

"Furthermore, the hunting game management regulations clearly stipulate that hunting teams cannot curse each other with their real names, and the hunting team that violates the name will be removed...I just became the hunting team manager not long ago, so don't hurt me." Lin Guo hurriedly The voice sounded behind several people.

Zheng Qing turned his head and saw the little wizard in the white robe stand up, feeling helpless.

"Can't you put a red cloak on the outside?" He complained: "The Jiuyou Academy in this stand... Wanlihong is a little white in the red, it feels very dazzling."

"There are two more blue points." Ling Guo carefully pointed to Dylan and Blue Tit next to them, giggling.

"Are you still listening!" Xiao Xiao finally roared intolerably-his voice was so loud that the trumpet flowers on the back of the seat couldn't help curling up their petals.

The other members of the Yougui Hunting Team immediately sat down and listened to the doctor to continue the analysis.

Xiao Xiao took a deep breath and continued:

"...Joan is a half-blood, that is, a wizard with half-blood blood. But unlike Dylan, her blood is not noble, and the other half is simply Bai Ding blood, so she is quite in the biological circle under the moon. Excluded..."

"Heh..." Dylan let out a mocking chuckle, seeming to be a little dissatisfied with the doctor's description: "Her blood lineage is not inferior, but inferior-she can't even give her a surname! She is not here either! Lunar creatures are excluded from the circle of creatures...but discrimination... there are almost no decent creatures under the moon who will talk to her!"

"Does our internal communication also need to be so concealed?" Mr. Vampire Werewolf asked like this ~www.ltnovel.com~ Xiao Xiao was silent for a moment.

"I think it might be easier for everyone to say that." He raised his head and glanced at Dylan, then added in a low voice, "You are also a little more acceptable."

"It's okay." Dylan shrugged and laughed at himself: "Anyway, I'm used to it... In the eyes of the nobles under the moon who value blood over everything, there is no essential difference between me and Joan. Both are family shame, last name Shame."

"If we must find out what is different...that is, I have two surnames that can be drawn, which can make the little nobles converge a little."

Zheng Qing turned his head, raised his binoculars, and looked at the tall witch in the hunting ground again.

At this moment, she was standing on the pointed fork of the elk, carrying a long knife, and looking quietly at the end of the sky.

There are undulating and silent mountains, black and black overlapping mists, and a red sun that has leaped to the top of the mountain.