Hunting College

"Do you want to preemptively?"

Luke came to Joan, asked in a low voice, and glanced at the clover hunting team in the distance.

"Suppressing people?" Joan raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised: "We are here to hunt monsters... Why do you want to control people?"

"But..." Luke was immediately confused by his captain's rhetorical question.

Before he could organize the language again, Joan waved a long knife and pointed directly at the tallest baobab tree in the middle of the grassland. He said firmly, "Our goal is a monster!"

Luke froze for a moment, then took a deep breath, frowned, and nodded vigorously: "Okay."

Joan put away the long knife and smiled satisfied.

Luke turned around and waved for the other hunters to approach.

"Since the prey has been found, then we will proceed as planned..." He sullenly did not seem to notice the worries on the faces of several partners: "I will help the captain face the group of monkey monsters; Bigfoot, you The speed is relatively fast. Just swipe the formation near us and keep the distance of a spell..."

Arnie Black nodded silently.

Luke's face eased a little, and he continued: "Prongs, you are still in the line today... Be careful to expand the barrier a little... If you need an assistant, you can let Wormtail help you."

"No...no problem!" Peter Greenspan was obviously relieved when he heard that he didn't need to go to the front line.

Zhan Shichen rubbed his messy hair and curled his lips: "I don't think it is like a good idea to let Wormtail take care of the captain's four... I can see that she likes it very much."

"Perhaps the captain just likes its sturdy thigh meat." Black smiled and licked his tongue: "My grandma's elf is best at making venison... braised, grilled, steamed, or boiled. Or preserved food, whether it's stewed longan coral soup or roasted unicorn eight treasures, you can have endless aftertastes."

Peter swallowed loudly.

"If you still have this appetite after the hunt, then I will eat with you." Luke shrugged, took out a blue quill pen from his pocket with one hand, opened the book with the other hand, and turned to a blank page. A curse was quickly outlined.

"Who copied the Flowing Fire Curse?" He asked aloud in distraction while he was busy.

"Me!" Arnie Black agreed immediately.

"Very well...know about'Zhao Nan'." After Luke finished recording the last point of the spell, he raised his head, looked around with satisfaction, and whispered: "The forest, the wilderness, the dead deer, the white grass... A natural gift. I didn't expect to use this spell on the hunting ground."

"Ah oh!" Zhan Shichen blew his whistle and looked at Peter with a grin: "Wormtail, it looks like your venison meal is going to be soaked...I remember that the sacrifices that have been contaminated with magic will be unlucky if you eat them. ."

"I didn't like eating venison!" Peter retorted loudly and swallowed loudly.

His funny performance caused a roar of laughter from several of his companions.

The laughter flew a few small finches in the thatch, and also attracted the impatient look of Queen of Hearts not far away.

"Are you ready?" she raised her voice.

"Almost a little bit." Luke replied immediately, then glanced at the fat deer beside the witch, and whispered, "One more sacrifice is needed."

The witch noticed his gaze, her small nose wrinkled, and she glanced down at the elk at her feet.

Because of the clover's ‘druid apprentice’ not long ago, the elk was tightly entangled by the thatch leaves growing wildly all around, and is still struggling to break free of these slender plants.

As if perceiving the witch's gaze, the elk sitting on the ground stretched out its tongue, spraying foam, and showing a pleasing smirk.

"It's a pity." The witch sighed softly, turned her face away, and looked into the distance: "I thought it could live a little longer with me... be born in this small world, live on this hunting ground, that's The biggest mistake."

The animals in the small world are not protected by the "Witcher's Code".

Even if they are no longer spiritual.

The animals on the hunting ground will not receive too much special attention from wizards. After all, this is a place that distinguishes life and death, and cannot tolerate too much warmth and fraternity.

After the silence, the witch held the knife in one hand and walked towards the tall baobab tree unhurriedly.

The breeze sent her a faint sigh: "...The next thing, please."

After the words, the figure of the witch disappeared without a trace like her faint sigh.

The hunters of Heart Q can vaguely judge the current state of their captain based on the undulating thatch and the vibration in the air.

"Quick! Follow the plan!!" Luke yelled, pressing one hand on the head of the elk, and waving one hand vigorously: "Bigfoot! Flowing Fire Curse!"

Arnie Black held up the Dharma book in his hand: "In July, when the fire falls, the wind will send (bì) (bō)!"

Before the sound of the curse fell, the wind suddenly rose.

Along with the strong wind, little sparks flashed in the air, and then gathered into fireballs.

The fire group flickered, changing from blue to orange, and finally to incandescent.

The original brilliant sunshine seemed to lose its color under the background of these fireballs, and it became much dim.

The billowing heat waves rushed from all directions, and then spread to all directions.

Luke tore off the page of the curse that had just been copied from his book, threw it into a fire ball not far away, and shouted: "Lin Youpu Su!"

The large and small grasses and trees in the wasteland seemed to come alive in an instant, entangled wildly under the action of the spell, and the fire ball fell among the grass and trees, making a loud beeping sound.

When the vegetation exploded, Luke smashed the head of the elk: "There is a dead deer in the wild!"

The flesh and blood of the elk seemed to lose moisture in an instant and became dry.

"White grass pure beam!"

Roots of slender, burnt, whitish thatch peeked out of the fire, plunged into the void, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the monkey group on the bread tree suddenly screamed in panic.

Dense, incandescent-colored thatch protruded from the void, clinging to the big tree arbitrarily ~www.ltnovel.com~ In the blink of an eye, the tall Baobab tree became a torch, which suddenly lit up and became a whole wilderness. The most brilliant place.

The sharp roar of the Monkey Demon King broke through the layers of fire, stimulating everyone's eardrums, but did not suppress Luke's last curse: "...Call Shao Nanhao Mang to bark!"

A low dog bark sounded in everyone's ears.

In mid-air, those incandescent fireballs that had been attracted by the Flowing Fire Curse collapsed in this low bark, turning into a fluffy white ash, scattered in all directions, and dyed the wasteland into a gray in the blink of an eye.

The Baobab tree that turned into a torch also lost its color under the bark.

The monkey demons seemed to have turned into sculptures, staring blankly at this pale world.

The snow-white knife light suddenly lit up in this gray.

Seven or eight Daoqiong's figures appeared in the monster group almost at the same time.

The blood spurted and dyed the gray world.