When the mutated Gaitrasi launched a fierce charge like a cavalry.
Beyond the light path illuminated by the 'Little Stars', in the dark night at the edge of the hunting ground, several figures in black robes and crow masks were silently watching the young hunting team - someone was holding a note
The board recorded the reactions of the Gaitrasi. Some held instruments to measure the magic fluctuations, while others held crystal balls to record every frame of the scene.
Everyone has something to do, except one short man.
"Why did you need to replenish the potion just now?" The shorter crow mask asked his companion in a low voice: "I remember that potion No. 3 is valid for four hours."
"If you carefully observe the operations of seniors, you can find that what we just replenished was not the No. 3 potion." The companion bit the tip of the quill, frowned and looked into the distance, and then looked at the content on his note board, very impatient.
replied.
"Huh? Is that so?" The voice of the short crow mask was full of surprise. At the same time, he immediately took out a small notebook and a quill from his arms and started recording quickly.
Several other crow masks relaxed a little and continued busy.
"just……"
As soon as the short Crow Mask said two words, he was interrupted by the tall Crow Mask at the head: "What we just replenished is Potion No. 7. The effect is to strengthen the body and magic power, but the cost is to double the life loss again...
…This means that this group of Gatrash only have the last two hours of life left.”
"Ah...oh." The short Crow Mask was stunned, and quickly recorded these words in his notebook, and also used a quill pen to underline the potion label.
Close the book and look up into the distance.
Deep in the hunting ground, at the end of the light path, seven young wizards were quickly throwing spells of different colors one after another, trying to stop the charging Getlasi.
But no attack can stop the horse beasts from moving forward crazily.
The exploding spells and broken talismans complement each other, and are vaguely mixed with the loud shouts of the young wizards. The night wind blows, and even though the crow mask is on his face, the short wizard can still feel the fuzz on his cheeks.
Explode.
But he didn't know whether it was the subtle magic mixed in the night wind or the late night chill that soaked the mask on his face.
When the young hunting team at the end of the light path was forced to retreat again.
The short wizard wearing a crow mask finally couldn't help it, looked around uneasily, and spoke again in a low voice, asking his companion next to him: "This time... why did you let the experimental subjects attack the students in the school?"
"It's just an accident." The tall wizard in the lead replied softly: "They just appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time and chose the wrong prey."
Having said this, he frowned slightly: "Theoretically, such a mistake should not occur... The fortune teller in the laboratory has confirmed before that there should not be any interaction between those young wizards and the Gaitrasi."
"Since it was a mistake... we can come back at another time!" There was a hint of urgency in the short wizard's voice: "...For example, tomorrow? Tomorrow is Saturday, those students will definitely not come."
"There is no time." The leader turned back, his eyes under the crow mask were very bright: "We have no time, the professor has no time... the school will not give us time. I originally thought that the revelation of the new legendary wizard would be able to
The school was left in chaos for a while, but I didn't expect the school to deal with it so decisively. It didn't give any chance."
Upon hearing this explanation, the crow masks all fell silent.
In the night wind, I could only hear the slight rustle of the pen tip falling on the parchment.
…
…
"Zap! (Smash)"
The tall black giant horse opened its ferocious mouth, revealing its staggered sharp teeth. Evil curses came out of its throat, and the tips of its teeth flashed with a chilling light that made people's hearts beat.
The wizards' spells and flying talismans were shattered one after another under the cold light, turning into little bits of light.
Although it is a little frustrating, it cannot shake the determination of the young wizards of the Sin Hunting Team to fight back.
"Ge Zhi Tan Xi, give me a gift!"
"I'm Ma Xuanhuang!"
"The wolf stalks its beard and stalks its tail!"
"As we march forward, our center is shaken!"
Colorful spells came and went, and thick vines shot out of the void, swaying with magic power fluctuations of different natures, intertwined with each other, like a dragnet.
Another blue giant roared like thunder, picked up boulders and trees, and threw them at the pursuers; from time to time, a black shadow or a sword flashed through the darkness, cutting off the legs and feet of the runners.
"ORGE! (anger)"
"Devolve!"
"Earthen Might! (Power of the Earth)"
The mutated Gatrash charged furiously while roaring and spitting out curses filled with dark power.
The dragnet woven by the spells was easily torn apart.
The severed legs and feet grew back again during the attack and were as flexible as ever.
The battle formation of the Forgiveness Hunting Team kept changing its direction, trying several times to break away from contact and leave the hunting ground, but was blocked by the crazy Gaitrasi.
As time passed and their magic power was consumed, the young hunters gradually became anxious.
"Ah!"
"Are you planning to let us out?"
When Zheng Qing put his hand into the gray cloth bag again and did not touch the talisman, but touched the cold body of the talisman gun, he couldn't help gritting his teeth, with a sneer on his face, and turned to look at the exit of the hunting ground: "Originally, I just planned to grow old.
Just go out and hand them over to the school...that's what's best for them."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched his earlobe.
The little snake in the ear hole seemed to be ready to move.
The young public-sponsored student twitched his lips: "...But since they push people too hard and don't want to be honest, then it's no wonder we are all involved!"
The other six young wizards slowed down their attacks and all looked at Zheng Qing.
The captain of the Forgiveness Hunting Team cheered up and shouted: "...the Murojuku Formation was replaced by the Jisu Formation, with their backs turned, crossing the Silent River, heading in a direction away from the school's guardian array... Since they don't want to be in the school
To solve this matter, then we will go outside to solve it!"
Several other hunters in the Forgiveness Hunting Team exchanged glances with each other and nodded slightly.
Mr. Vampire Werewolf's eyes flashed with a red light, and he chuckled: "I like this attitude."
"As long as you don't have to pay for the school, you have the final say." The red-faced wizard pulled the gloves on his hands and let out a sigh of relief - he had just been worried that Zheng Qing's brain would get hot and he would draw out his talisman gun and shoot everywhere.
The fortune teller of the Forgiveness Hunting Team was responsible for the planning of the battle formation as always.
"Jisu Formation belongs to water, and the formation we borrowed is Ji Shui Leopard."
Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, and a calm voice sounded in the ears of every hunter: "This is completely in conflict with the room fire pig of the room. Therefore, this time, the squad leader will take the lead, and the gentleman will stand with me.
In the position of assistant minister, the swordsman is at the forefront, the fat man defends behind the heavy pressure, the elders provide support, and the captain roams around...so that you can do what you like."
This chapter has been completed!