Matthew Cullen stood worriedly under a large leaf eucalyptus tree.
Although the sunshine in the hunting ground is very gentle, as a vampire, Matthew is always insensitive to those rumored rays that carry thermal radiation, so whenever he has the opportunity, he will always put himself in the shadows.
Just like this Eucalyptus macrophylla.
This is a large evergreen tree with a height of fifteen meters. The dark brown bark is criss-crossed with many deep grooves. Occasionally, there are large foraging ants hurriedly crawling through it holding aphid corpses. The high crown of the tree
During the period, the thick leathery leaves overlapped in layers, casting a thick shadow at the foot of the tree.
Matthew stood in this shadow.
He was looking at the wasteland in front of him with gloomy eyes.
The fluffy acacia flower balls are swaying gently in the breeze. These dandelion-like flowers are not as light as dandelions. They can only stay on the shrub branches throughout their lives. In comparison, the light pods are shy.
Grasses are much luckier. They also have fluffy spherical flowers, but because mimosa can move, these flower bulbs always have a chance to fall off from the grass leaves and float along the wide leaves of purple pennisetum to a slightly farther place.
place.
But regardless of distance, these flower bulbs are ultimately at the mercy of the wind - they do not have long legs or wings, which determines that they always lack the ability to be independent.
Just like Matthew.
Before today, although this young cub of the Cullen family was gentle and polite on the surface, he always held many vague ambitions in his heart - for example, he felt that the territory of the Cullen family was too crowded, but the old men in the family always
Not being allowed to do this or that, staying in the dark castle all day and living day by day - Matthew felt that he had an obligation to help his family improve this decadent living condition.
In the words of Friedman’s cousin, ‘The bodies of the old men are rotten, and their spirits are also rotten... The future of the Cullen family still needs the young blood of us to save it’.
However, after actually practicing it, the young vampire cub realized that thinking about some things is one thing, but doing it is another thing.
For example, this time the freshmen game of the school hunting party.
Matthew Cullen originally planned to become famous in this freshman competition, completely suppressing the publicly funded student who relied on a trick or two to seduce beautiful women, and let First University recall the glory of the Cullen family.
To this end, he worked tirelessly to recruit many outstanding hunters in his mind, and also sought help from Sir Friedman, asking Alpha's senior students to help train his hunting team.
But after he actually started the freshman competition, he slowly realized that just relying on his passion, careful planning and sufficient logistics could not guarantee that what he wanted to do would be successful.
Because success requires a little bit of luck.
Obviously, his luck is a little bit worse now.
Ever since the hunting team was thrown into this unfamiliar hunting ground by the puppet man, the Karen hunting team has not made any gains - although when they first entered the field, they once searched for dozens of demonic reaction sources, but the strange thing is that very few
Soon these demonic energies flowed, gathered, and finally disappeared on a large scale?
Matthew originally thought it was the puppet host with a bad personality who was playing a joke on the hunting team, but after searching three previously targeted demonic reaction areas and finding nothing, the young vampire of the Cullen family finally realized
, things have changed, and his hunting team also needs to make corresponding adjustments.
So he first built the hunting team's camp.
In this vast savanna, the Eucalyptus macrophylla behind him is very conspicuous in terms of height and size, enough to become a lasting and effective eye-catching symbol; and the huge body of this Eucalyptus macrophylla can also be used as a symbol of the camp.
The formation provided strong support. Because Matthew gave up a mountain plain not far away, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and built the forward camp of his hunting team next to this eucalyptus tree.
After the camp was built, he disrupted the previous division of duties in the hunting team - no longer following the fixed pattern of one leader, two assistants, one search and one tour - except Nanjian who stayed at the camp with him, all other hunters were sent out.
Conduct a large-scale search in the four directions of east, west, north and south to find traces of monsters.
Adam Carlisle O'Brien searched the south, Nankai searched the west, and Elena searched the north. Even the little white marten in Nanjian was assigned the task of exploring the east.
However, time passed by minute by minute, and the hands turned around and over on the dial. The exploration team members dispatched by the hunting team did not send back any good news.
There are no monsters within five kilometers.
There are no monsters within ten kilometers.
Twenty kilometers, thirty kilometers, forty kilometers, still no demons.
There is no life in the empty wasteland.
There were no birds, no beasts, and no demonic prey as the hunting party hoped for.
If it weren't for the many traces left in the wild that told them that there were many demons living in this hunting ground, Matthew would have thought that the puppet man with a broken head was making fun of them, the newcomers.
But where did those monsters go?
Matthew looked at the wasteland in front of him melancholy, one guess after another appeared in his mind, and then he was overturned one by one.
"The fifty-kilometer search mission has been completed. Information has been sent back from the west, north, and south. No trace of the demon has been found... Little Diao'er should be running back. We will know the result in five minutes."
Nan Jian sat hugging his knees, facing a pile of smoking dead leaves, staring at the lingering green smoke in trance, and spoke softly, breaking the tranquility under the Eucalyptus macrophylla.
"I hope your little mink can bring back some good news." Matthew forced a smile, turned his head and continued to stare at the empty wasteland in the distance, his pale face showing a bit of anxiety.
On his body, the ivory tweed hunting jacket was open, revealing the silver-white silk shirt underneath. The soft felt hat was tucked under his arm, and he took off his fawn leather gloves and stuffed them casually into his coat.
in the pocket.
Even his hair, which he normally takes care of neatly, is now a little messy, with faint sweat stains remaining on his forehead, making his hair look a little shiny - this is a very rare situation for a vampire.
Whether it's sweating or disheveled.
But he couldn't care less about that now.
Whether it was the cruel behavior of the puppets in that small auditorium or the strange hunting ground they were in now, they all clearly told this young vampire a fact - if their new hunting team wanted to survive, then
Must win the hunting competition.
A silver figure suddenly jumped out from the grass, interrupting Matthew's thoughts.
Before he could react, Nan Jian had already jumped up from the tree and faced his little friend: "Are you injured? Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? I have warmed the milk for you..."
This is not a nursery!
Matthew barely controlled his impulse to roar, twitching the corners of his mouth and showing a difficult smile: "Don't be impatient... first listen to see if it has discovered anything... has it discovered anything to the east?"
The white ferret pushed away the milk can that Nan Jian handed it with one paw, and kept screaming with a rapid "squeak".
The witch blinked, and a trace of joy slowly appeared on her face.
"My little Diao'er said that there is a tiger demon walking this way from the east...it's still five minutes away from here." Nan Jian looked at his captain happily: "Of course, according to its pace, it will
If we run for five minutes, the tiger monster should still be twenty miles away from us."
"Assemble the hunting team! Prepare to fight!!" Matthew punched the thick trunk of Eucalyptus macrophylla with a look of joy on his face.
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This chapter has been completed!