Hunting College Chapter 150

Singing insects are sad.

Late to the Great Lakes.

Willow bank.

Soft wind and full moon.

When Zheng Qing was hit by a spell from the depths of the woods beside the lake, the two elders who watched the battle did not pay attention to him.

They are discussing things that have nothing to do with fighting young people.

"So, you called me out tonight, just to watch two children fight?" The old murloc rubbed his smooth cane with his skinny hand.

In the moonlight, the carp carved on the head of the rod seemed to twist around comfortably.

The old man Verne looked at the carp cautiously and shook his head without hesitation.

"Of course not," the old school worker supported his wooden stick, leaning on a thick branch of the big willow tree, his tone was slightly softened: "Actually, I am looking for you and want to inquire about other things."

"If you want to ask about that cat, don't say it. Every department of the school has already visited the lake. If you don't know, you don't know." The old murloc replied stiffly.

"It's not a cat, it's not a cat." The old man Verne waved his hand again and again and asked with a smile: "I just want to ask if any new neighbors have come to the lake recently..."

"Are those red chain snakes counted?" The old murloc's muddy eyes moved slightly.

"The troubles that May can solve, don't need me to ask."

"Speaking of this, the little guys haven't reported it." The old murloc twirled the thick beard at the corner of his mouth, and muttered: "You know, the little rascals like to carry the adults behind their backs, just like the little Isen... …Unless they find that the stab is too big to stop, what else can I know better than you?"

The old man Verne was silent for a while, and an expression of admiration gradually appeared on his face.

When the two old men had this nutritious conversation, the battle between the two young men in the forest was almost over.

Zheng Qing unexpectedly used a combination of cane and talisman to suppress his opponent.

The defeat of the Murloc is already obvious.

This made the old man Verne very satisfied.

"I heard that 500-year-old black pearl and colorful coral powder can remove wrinkles?" The old school worker sighed in a casual tone: "Pity my family May, hard work for a lifetime, old, old, and more Running around the campus with a wrinkle every day, alas, it's so pitiful."

"May is a Shar Pei, the wrinkle is not the fault of age..." The old murloc drooped his eyelids and replied in an annoyed voice: "I want my collection, next time you choose a better reason."

"Did I say anything?" Old Verne widened his eyes in surprise.

"Humph!" The old murloc turned his head aggrieved, and his dry dorsal fin shook violently.

At this moment, something happened.

An orange spell shot out from the depths of the woods beside the lake and fell on Zheng Qing.

The young patrol slowly collapsed to the ground.

Losing his coordination, the vines that were flying up and down quickly turned into noodles, which were tied into knots by the struggling murlocs and hung on the branches nearby.

"Hisshhhhh...you wizard's spells are sometimes inaccurate." Under the big willow tree, the old murloc laughed out of breath, like a leaking balloon: "Since the little Ishini made a mistake , Then I will ban it when I go back... The black pearls and colorful corals you mentioned earlier, if you know where they are, let me know. I also want to see...

The old man Verne looked at the changes in the field with a calm expression, snorted and stomped, disappearing under the willow tree.

The old murloc also smiled slightly after watching Iseni jump into Linzhong Lake and slipped into the lake quietly.

Zheng Qing finally understood the original meaning of the word dizziness.

His ears buzzed, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a thick layer of ground glass, with only a faint light perception.

Can't see clearly, can't hear, and can't feel the limbs.

The whole world seemed to be blurred in an instant.

The cane that lost its gaze was like a snake with its bones taken away, and fell softly on the grass in the forest.

Those Talismans that have been excited are still burning tenaciously, making faint sounds.

Zheng Qing loves his wasted talisman, but even more distressed for the defeated victory.

He tried to suppress his anger and fear, and forced himself to recall the anti-curse books he had read, but the few disputes and individual words heard in his ear made him unable to concentrate.

"...This is a matter between wizards..."

"Sigh...transaction failed...responsibility..."

"...You have been on land for too long...it's time to go back!"

"Hi...I will remember...Hi..."

These are the black-robed wizards who just traded with murlocs?

Zheng Qing's heart moved slightly.

Maybe they will fight because of the failed transaction.

He prayed silently.

But as an unbeliever, his prayers were not answered.

The quarrel between the murloc and the black-robed wizard became louder and louder, and the odd words and the stench of rushing nose made Zheng Qing more and more headache.

He even tasted the feeling of a long time ago from the constant pain.

This made him extremely disturbed.

He began to recite the "Multiple Heart Sutra" in his heart, trying to shift his attention to other places.

Such as the spell that attacked him.

Regarding the spell 'My Ma Xuanhuang' that flew out of the forest, Zheng Qing could only vaguely guess that it was a 'non-lethal spell', and it was estimated that the effect was only to make himself tired and blind.

Zheng Qing knows only one spell starting with 'my horse'.

That was the first mantra that Hilda's assistant professor learned for the freshmen of Alpha Academy in the practice class this Friday. The first spell learned by the freshmen of UU Reading www.uukānshu.com Alpha Academy was called "Me". Horse 虺hi 隤ti'.

Zheng Qing remembered very clearly.

Duan Xiaojian, who was the training partner of Teacher Hilda at the time, immediately collapsed on the ground and fell asleep after being attacked by 'My Horse 虺隤'.

And his current performance is very similar to Duan Xiaojian.

Perhaps this spell is an upgraded version of 'My Horse 虺隤', which means that the attacker is most likely a student of Alpha Academy.

In the big evening, why are the people from Alpha Academy running to Jiuyou Academy?

Zheng Qing found that he was about to have a headache again.

Fortunately, the quarrel between the black robe wizard and the murloc had gradually ceased.

The murloc's thick panting and heavy footsteps lingered around for a while and then faded away.

What was slowly dissipating together was the strong stench on its body.

Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but sigh.

Relieved, because the murloc finally left quietly, not beating his defenseless self.

Sigh, because originally at this time, I should be dragging the spoils to ask the old man Verne for credit, but he was paralyzed on the ground because of an inexplicable spell.

Bounty, wow, it's gone.

The wasted talisman, torn, torn, and gone.

After a while, Zheng Qing's eyesight gradually recovered.

The faint moonlight, the dark shadows of the woods, and the messy lawn all the surrounding scenery became clear.

Accompanied by it was a figure that gradually elongated with the moonlight.

A fat wizard shrouded in black robe slowly walked out of the woods.

"Nice to meet you," the fat wizard said hoarsely, and nodded to him politely: "Classmate Zheng Qing."

Zheng Qing raised his head, squinted, and looked at the opponent carefully.

Chapter end