Hunting College Chapter 29

　　 If wizards are the eternal enemies of demons, then the black prison is the eternal nightmare of demons.

　　 Black Prison is a prison set up by wizards for demons. It was originally called the 'First Prison of Wizard League'. This prison is hidden in the depths of the Silent Forest. Hundreds of demons are put in prison every year, but no demons have ever come out alive.

　　 This prison is like a black hole, swallowing all information.

　　 So it is called "Black Prison" by the monsters.

　　 After the wizards knew it, they simply changed the name of the prison to 'Black Prison' to frighten the monsters active in the outside world.

　　 And now, the little guy who came out of the black prison is standing in the cabin.

　　 The captain of the Mist propped his chin with his hands and looked at her with a smile.

　　 This is a six or seven-year-old girl with pink makeup and jade. She is very cute; she has big squishy eyes and looks at the tall captain, smiling happily, without knowing how terrifying the monster in front of her is.

　　 "She came from the black prison?" The captain looked sideways at the banshee.

　　 "Yes." Nikita lowered his head.

　　 "Everyone said it was an abyss, how did she climb out?" The captain squeezed the little girl's face and asked with interest.

　　 "Her mother is the guard of the black prison."

　　 "Why protect her?"

"When I was a wizard, her mother was my mentor." Nikita replied quickly. She knew she had to convince the man in front of her. These sentences had been brewing in her heart for many days: "She was born The demon blood eroded, and it will transform sooner or later. The tutor knew the consequences of her staying in the university, so he entrusted me to take her away. I owe the tutor a life, so I have to protect her."

　　 "It's ridiculous." The captain of the Mist shook his head.

　　Nikita knew what he meant.

　　 For a monster, keeping the promise of food is indeed very ridiculous.

　　 Maybe, in the bottom of her heart, there are still such unrealistic expectations.

　　 "Why don't you return to the Lich King's territory?" The captain stood up and threw the white cloak in the armchair.

"I went back." Nikita replied in a murmur, "but she still hasn't transformed. The old liches want to send her to the test bed, and the little liches want to eat her. Even my friends are right. She was about to move."

　　 "Why come here."

　　 "My teacher told me that she can only survive on this ship."

　　 "Your teacher didn't tell you the rules for getting on the boat?" The captain's blue lips curled up.

　　 "Rules?" The banshee looked at the captain blankly: "Aren't the captain's words just the rules?"

"Although I like your compliments very much, I must tell you that the rules for boarding were drawn up by His Majesty the SeMonster King." The captain shook his fingers, nodded the two prey in front of him, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Everyone who boarded the ship must bring his own sacrifice."

　　Nikita's heart tightened suddenly, and she looked at the captain with a bloodless face.

　　 "Sacrifice!" Her voice was hoarse from panic.

　　 Sacrifice is an item used during sacrifice.

　　 The shamans used to use sandalwood, talisman, wine, and delicacies when offering sacrifices; more solemn sacrifices would also offer three sacrifices. For them, sacrifice is mostly a ritual to remember the ancestors, only occasionally acting as a bridge between Yin and Yang.

　　 The sacrifice of demons is completely different.

　　 Demons have a long history. Their ancestors believed that the world originated from a great true spirit, and every life is the blood of the true spirit. And the true spirit dominates the blessings and blessings of each of his blood. The wizard is the fire thief of the true spirit and the rebellious son. The flesh and blood of the wizard is the best gift for the true spirit.

　　 Before every feast, the demons will carry out a simple sacrifice. After each sacrifice, a grand banquet will be held. Because fresh flesh and blood is the feast of true spirits, and also the delicacy of demons.

　　 "So I need to choose a suitable sacrifice among you." The captain of the Mist looked at them gently, his dark red eyes did not fluctuate: "First of all, your name."

　　 He snapped his fingers, and the dark oil lamp on the table immediately burst into a green flame.

　　 An old elf with a pointed head and round ears and a gray beard slowly crawled out of the darkness, climbed to the table, shivering, and spread out a gray-white animal skin map.

　　 In the center of the picture is a black balance, which seems to be painted with carbon gray in embers, with rough edges and corners and simple structure. The hides were covered with dark red runes, and a faint red light shone in the dim cabin.

　　Nikita's lips squirmed, her mind went blank.

　　 sacrifice means death.

　　 Counting from living on the street when she was six, this is the closest moment to her death.

　　 "Zhou Zhou." The little girl next to her pursed her lips and reported her name timidly.

　　 The old elf violently grabbed her little hand, pierced her arm with a black nail, dipped in the blood flowing out of her finger, and wrote the word 'week' on the left side of the balance.

　　 "The word'Zhou' is spoken and used. Long ago, it represented a good animal." The captain turned his back to them, through the narrow window in the cabin, enjoying the splendid scenery outside.

　　 Behind her, the little girl clutched her arms and sobbed quietly.

　　 The old elf poked the sluggish banshee next to him with that long finger.

　　 "Nikita," the banshee murmured.

　　 Her name is filled in on the right side of the scale.

　　 The green flame on the oil lamp soared and shone on the vicissitudes of the old elf's face, which looked extremely gloomy.

　　 "Now, you two are reading a passage of "Fu Wei Shang Sutra" in front of the shrine of His Majesty the SeMonster King." With a hoarse voice, the old elf pointed to a dark section on the table, like a tree stump.

　　 "Fu Wei Shang Su Jing" is a scripture that must be sung before the demon feast. It is said that the demon king in ancient times recorded the true spirit admonition. The demon who does not follow the precepts will lose the blessing of the true spirit.

　　Nikita is very familiar with these prayers.

　　 The old elf sang a sentence in its weird tone, and Nikita and Zhou Zhou followed.

　　 "...Take a big fight to pray for gou; the back of Huang Zong is to attract hope. To test Weiqi for a long time, to Jiejingfu...Woohoo sorrow, Fu Wei is still feasting!"

　　 The whole scripture is less than 300 words, and the singing is finished in less than five minutes.

　　 The dark red runes on the gray-white animal skin map burst into dazzling red light when the lingering sound of the singing lingers, reflecting the figures of the people in the cabin on the bulkhead, appearing hideous and distorted.

　　 In the red light, Zhou Zhou's little hands tightly grasped Nikita's robe.

　　 Nikita sat on the floor with her arms folded, burying her head deeply in her knees.

　　 broke into the silent forest, in order to live.

　　 escaped from the silent forest, in order to live.

　　 broke into the territory of the Lich King in order to survive.

　　 escaped from the territory of the Lich King in order to survive.

　　 struggled for so long.

　　 Is it finally over?

　　 On the gray-white animal skin map, the balance swings from side to side.

　　 The old elf panicked and consulted the captain. The captain grabbed it by the ear and threw it into the sea through the window.

　　 "Choose one by yourself." The captain wiped his hands with the white silk paw and then threw the silk paw out of the window.

　　 On the table, the green oil lamp flickered a few times and finally went out. The light blue smoke rises curlingly ~www.mtlnovel.com~ lingering in the small cabin.

　　 "If we can't live together, let us live together." Zhou Zhou whispered to her ear, and said: "I haven't changed. I can't eat people."

　　 The banshee raised her head and glanced at the little witch. Zhou Zhou's teeth were stunned and her eyes were shiny.

　　Short memories flooded her like a tide.

　　 "Sister, this uncle is so ugly!" In the territory of the Lich King, the little witch pointed at Nikita's Lich teacher and whispered in her ear.

　　 "When I grow up, I will catch you a group of little wizards! Eat one, throw one!" Standing in front of the bonfire, the little witch waved her little hand old-fashioned.

　　 "Sister, bite your finger when you are hungry, you won't be hungry." On the way to flee, facing her who had not entered, the little witch comforted.

　　 The female demon howled.

　　 "It's a fascinating taste." The captain of the Mist turned his head and looked into the cabin. He took a deep breath, his expression was intoxicated, and his tone became warmer: "Exuding fear and despair, still trying to struggle, even if it's just the last light, he still clings to it and refuses to let it go."

　　 "Maybe your teacher knows you can still see a little light, so he sent you here."

　　Nikita felt a deep chill.

　　 "Now you can let go."

　　Nikita burst into tears.

　　 She knew she was about to fall into the deepest darkness.

　　 The captain looked at her kindly.

　　 Watching Nikita sobbing and chewing.

　　 looked at the thin bloodshots sliding down the corner of her mouth.

　　 Watching them merge together in despair.

　　 The blood at the corner of his mouth is sweet and warm.

　　Nikita's stomach started to get cold.

　　 This chill will soon spread throughout the body, and it will stay cold forever.

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