Hunting College Chapter 347

As an ancient magical creature, the murloc has both the wizard's high sensitivity to magic and the natural instinct of beasts on danger, so when the figure of the black sheep fell into Professor Garcia's eyes, the scales on its arm and The dorsal fin under the robe felt great fear before thinking.

The scales were upright, the dorsal fin was raised, and the old murloc forgot to breathe for a moment.

Just then.

Click, click, click.

The several totems enshrined by the murloc tribe of Linzhong Lake for a long time made an ominous cracking sound. This is the sacrificial spirit remaining in the totem, warning the devout believers.

Professor Garcia turned his neck with difficulty and looked at the tortoise shell closest to it. With rough brushstrokes, it outlined the scene of several murlocs fighting Kraken. It was the most powerful totem in the tribe.

But at this moment, a faint dark red flame is floating on the tortoise shell, slowly burning in the dark and cold lake, above the flame, you can vaguely see the jumping, slender antennae, waving wildly in all directions.

The wailing of the sacrificial spirit came vaguely from the flames.

The old priest carrying the tortoise shell turned his eyes white, his face was painful, his scales were erected, and his fins trembled. But this state only lasted for a short time, and the slender tentacles above the flames were gathered together, mingled into the appearance of a large shadowed hand, gently stroking the turtle back and the old priest's body, tame the scales it blasted. The reassurance went on.

Professor Garcia had an expression of horror on his face.

A noisy and chaotic prayer sounded faintly in its ears. The old professor could confirm that he did not know the language used in those prayers, but what was frightening was that it could fully understand what those prayers wanted to convey. meaning:

"'Hn'ghft" (in the eternity and darkness of the abyss)

"H'ri" (I know nothing)

"'Ngah" (I call him)

"Shub-Niggurath" (Request for the goddess of the dark abundance)

"NIGGURATH!" (The Supreme Mother God, the black goat of the forest that bred thousands of descendants)

The dark red flames on the tortoise shell leaped and flickered, intertwined with rows of strangely shaped writing. Professor Garcia woke up, this should be the prayer that those voices were praising.

The prayer is grand and majestic, and the sound of prayer is peaceful and compassionate, but the voice and the appearance are two-phase. What the ear hears and the eye sees are two extremes. As far as the eye can see, the dark red flame and the slender tentacles give birth to endless Horror, grief, despair, madness, and even death, like the deepest scene of the eighteenth hell, you can faintly see the bones of countless gods floating in it.

"NIGGURATH!"

Nicholas!

"NIGGURATH!"

Nicholas!

The old murloc knew this name. He belonged to a very old and very great existence in the depths of the starry sky, even stronger than the two vice presidents of the First University.

But precisely because of this power, this ancient existence and other wanderers in the depths of the starry sky similar to him have become taboos in the wizarding alliance. They are called the gods of the old days. Any wizard who extols their true names has May be **** by the Dan Hagg law enforcement team and locked up in the deepest part of the black prison.

Because any wizard who extols their real names and looks directly at their image will be unconsciously twisted into a fanatic.

"NIGGURATH!"

Nicholas!

"NIGGURATH!"

Nicholas!

The priests carrying tribal totems, because they often communicated with the gods, were the first to succumb to that great power, crawling in the muddy sand, hoarse, and praising the black goats of the forest that gave birth to thousands of descendants. real name.

Then came some radical murlocs. They were full of their brains to break the shackles imposed by the wizard on the murlocs, and they did not hesitate to borrow any forbidden power. Therefore, after feeling the greatness of the old gods, they gave in without any resistance. Under those shadows and dark red flames.

"NIGGURATH!"

"boom!"

"Jingle Bell!!"

The elder of the murloc tribe and Professor Garcia were in no particular order, and at the same time they slammed the staff in their hands, activating the curse hidden in the head of the staff.

The silver ring on the head of the great elder rod made a clear sound, awakening the minds of many elders that had fallen into chaos.

The octopus at the head of Professor Garcia's staff jumped from the top of the staff. The tentacles were twisted in the cold water, dancing the mysterious dance during the sacrifice, throwing out bubbles one by one. The translucent seals were wrapped in bubbles, gurgling, and rushed towards the priests who carried totems. The old murloc would not dare to do anything to the black sheep, but he could try to save his own people.

Tentacles protruded from the dark red flame, catching those seals into the shadows, without causing a ripple.

"Run!"

The big elder of the murloc tribe has a long beard fluttering at the corners of his mouth, his back to Professor Garcia, and whispered in a hoarse voice: "Take them ashore! Seek school asylum!!!"

"Run!!"

They are all the elders of the tribe, they have already passed the age of enthusiasm. Professor Garcia and the other elders, like the elders, know what is more important now.

They all saluted the great elder.

Since it is impossible to save the tribesmen who have fallen, then we must protect the tribesmen who have not fallen yet. Professor Garcia waved his staff and rolled up a stream of water~www.mtlnovel.com~ wrapped in Iseni and a few others who were still a bit muddled, but there was a hint of clear young murlocs in his eyes, like an arrow from the string. The depths of the tribe jumped away.

Behind him came violent waves of magic.

The old murloc couldn't help but glance back.

The great elder had already smashed all the totems that had been carried by the priests with his staff, and at the same time used a spell to twist off the heads of all the murlocs who were indulged in prayer, and his body burst out with brilliant blue light, and he was rushing towards that head of Nicholas. Brushed family members.

The dead fishes opened their arms and slowly fell into the water.

The black goat tilted its head, revealing the burnt face on its side. Even though it was far away, the dark red muscles and entangled blood vessels on the goat's face were still clearly reflected in Professor Garcia's eyes——

The huge sheep's eye without the cover of the eyelid is like a light bulb emitting endless gloom, fixedly looking at the blue light rushing towards him, it seems to bring a hint of curiosity.

The old murloc never knew that the gods would also be curious about the ants.

The black goat in the eyes of Professor Garcia didn't realize how much harm his arrival had done to this small, conservative tribe of murlocs.

In fact, He did not intend to understand.

Because at the moment, He has more important things to do.

In the forest goods market in the northern district of Beta Town, when he first saw the wizards in black robes and saw that there was a line of fate on the wizards and the huge power of fate that was diametrically opposite to him, he knew Those wizards are not something they can resist.

It is true that those wizards are very weak, and it seems that a single sneeze can knock them off.

But the power hidden behind those black robes is so vast that it can easily distort time and cause and effect. If he does not want to be completely expelled from this world, then he must find a safe enough shelter before that power falls.

Chapter end