The basic testing of the witches has been going on for more than two hours.
It can be seen that they are very serious and careful in their work. In addition to testing the basic effects of magic books, potions, talismans, etc., they also test many basic constants - these constants are rarely used by hunters in many regular hunting competitions.
Go and calculate.
Zheng Qing guessed that this might be related to the fact that they wanted to set up a magic circle in this secret realm. When building a magic circle, any tiny mistake could lead to a huge disaster. And changes in the basic constants of the world are most likely to cause corresponding consequences.
An error occurs.
The black cat was lying on the grass, thinking aimlessly.
Although it looks a little lazy, the black cat is still very attentive in its duties. Even if it is lying on the ground, it always keeps its ears erect and its whiskers on the ground, detecting any abnormal movement around it anytime and anywhere.
As a reward for this vigilance, not far behind the black cat, ten dead rabbits were lying in a mess.
"Speaking of which...why are the rabbits here so spicy?" The black cat's thoughts wandered and then shifted to those rabbits. It couldn't help but guess: "Are all the wolves in this secret realm dead? The rabbits have become
The most powerful creature, so it’s overrun?”
Zheng Qing didn't know if there were any wolves in this area, but he vaguely remembered that this territory belonged to the rat-like wolves. When Fei Rui ran away, he took all his disciples and grandchildren away with him.
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Perhaps these rabbits were originally raised as food by Fei Rui's disciples. After the harvesters left, these rabbits had no natural enemies and eventually multiplied in large numbers.
Feeling that he had deduced the truth behind the scenes, the black cat was in a good mood. The tip of his tail couldn't help but curl back, and his gaze towards the dead rabbits became a little gentler.
Then its gaze became fixed.
Just now, a dead rabbit seemed, seemed, probably, moved?
Perhaps it was an illusion, but the black cat stared at the dead rabbit for a long time, but never saw it move again, so it let out a big sigh of relief.
"My eyes must be dazzled... Let me tell you, how can a dead rabbit still move." The black cat muttered, turned his head, and looked at the edge of the temporary camp again. But it was different from what he said in his mouth.
While turning his head, the black cat kept squinting one eye, quietly staring at the dead rabbit.
"What did you say?" Korma seemed to hear the black cat's muttering, raised his head and asked: "What's dead?"
"Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton Tail, and Peter, they are all dead." The black cat replied smoothly: "Because there is a Mac Rego from the south."
"What?"
This time, not only Colma, but also the Gypsy Witch also raised his head.
The black cat clicked his lips, and finally remembered that his wizard friends not only didn't watch "Peter Rabbit", but they also didn't practice stand-up comedy. They couldn't get the humor in his answers at all, and he suddenly felt very boring.
"It's okay, it's just a cold joke." The black cat shook its paws at the witches and ended the topic.
Elena lowered her head again and began to fiddle with the pile of tarot cards in front of her. The expedition team entered a new world, and there was too much information that needed to be obtained through divination. She could be regarded as one of the two busiest people in the entire team.
Kolma also continued to work hard, trying to sort out the basic information of this small world as soon as possible.
The black cat was doing two things at once, erecting its ears, twitching its whiskers, and glaring one eye to guard the temporary camp; at the same time, he still retained the attention of one eye, focusing on the dead rabbits.
He always felt like he had seen something before.
But after staring for a long time, his eyes began to become numb, and there was still no movement among the rabbits. This made him start to wonder if he was dazzled.
Just when he was about to turn back to his reserved eyeball, on the pile of dead rabbits, the tail of the rabbit named "Cotton Ball Tail" by Zheng Qing trembled silently.
The black cat immediately jumped up from where he was.
"It's a fake corpse!"
It screamed, its body suddenly swelled, and a cat paw as big as a pot lid was stuck on the body of the 'cotton ball tail'. The dead rabbit, which was originally silent, completely turned into a puddle of meat, without any resistance.
Before the black cat could recover, a dozen palm-sized bugs jumped out from the pile of dead rabbits. They looked like 'rat women', but their back shells were not so shiny, but seemed to be on their bodies.
There is a lot of white hair growing on it.
Hearing the scream of the black cat, a layer of light cyan light shield popped up on the two witches who were working hard, protecting them inside. At the same time, the two of them showed their magic books and talismans at the same time, and stood back to back.
Position, looking around warily.
The black cat's face turned green.
Even when those bugs appeared just now, it didn't feel so worried.
"Why do you only care about yourselves?" He shouted, his body rose to more than one meter tall, as if he had turned into a black panther: "We are a team...a team! Why do you only care about yourselves?"
He was aggrieved that there was no protective shield around him.
The gypsy witch apologetically explained one word: "distance."
It means that the distance between the black cat and the two of them is a little far, so there is no time to put a layer of protection on him. This explanation sounds very reasonable, and the black cat immediately accepted it.
The team leader, Korma, is not so good-tempered.
"What's the ghost's name? Where is the corpse? Zombie or ghoul? Which direction?!" She almost shouted the last four words. This is not to say how bad her temper is, but that in an unfamiliar environment,
As the leader of the team, she must have endured greater pressure than others.
The black cat glanced at the pile of dead rabbits with some guilt, and involuntarily shrank a little.
Because when he calmed down, he discovered that the bugs that had just emerged from under the dead rabbits were just some corpse-eating beetles. Although they became slightly larger, they looked the same as Terry Duzem
There is no difference between the little ones raised in the glass cabinet in the doctor's study.
Even the hairs on their backs used to excrete phosphorus are exactly the same.
As for why these bugs became so big, and why corpse-eating beetles appeared just after the rabbit died and its blood was still warm, these problems are not a problem in the magical world.
Perhaps it is because the eggs of corpse-eating beetles are originally attached to the fur of these rabbits. After being stimulated by the dead air, the eggs hatch one after another, and the mutated beetles can easily grow up when there is sufficient food. And so on.
He could list a foot of parchment with similar guesses.
This chapter has been completed!