The number of ghouls in the tenth round is five hundred and twelve.
This means that there are 1,024 heads in the eleventh round, 2,048 heads in the twelfth round, and the number will skyrocket to 4,096 heads in the thirteenth round.
If, as Xiao Xiao guessed, there are still four more rounds, it means that before the hunting match ends tonight, the Exoneration Hunting Team may face 8,192 ghouls at once.
This is a number that sounds desperate.
Zheng Qing has no doubt that in the entire First University, except for the top ranked school teams and college teams, there is a high probability that the other hunting teams participating in the selection will not make it to the end.
There are more than 8,100 ghouls, rounding up, it’s close to 10,000!
One hundred and ten thousand are completely different concepts.
The Exoneration Hunting Team may be able to chop vegetables and melons with ease when facing a hundred ghouls, but ten thousand ghouls - not to mention ghouls, even ten thousand pigs, even if they stay in place obediently.
If only the five members of the Forgiveness Hunting Team wanted to catch them all, the remaining time would not be enough.
Not to mention that those 'pig' can also run around, bark, hump, and bite people!
"The fat guy should be allowed to play."
Dylan took out a red handkerchief from his breast pocket, wiped the dust from his face, and tried his best to maintain the image of a nobleman under the moon: "Whether it is the blue giant or 'that' battle formation, how can we deal with such large-scale chaos?"
When fighting troops, the efficiency is very high."
"Ghouls are not soldiers, and this is the first trial."
Zhang Jixin immediately rejected Mr. Vampire Werewolf's suggestion, with a serious face: "If we expose our secret weapon to everyone in the first trial..."
"If we can't even make it to the end of the first trial, what's the use of a secret weapon?" Dylan rarely argued with the red-faced wizard.
This rhetorical question immediately left Zhang Jixin speechless, and he turned to look at Zheng Qing.
The captain of the Forgiveness Hunting Team did not participate in the dispute between the hunters. He took the magic potion that the fortune teller had given him and poured it into his stomach. Because it had not been softened by time, the potion was very irritating and hot.
The liquid jumped down his throat and into his stomach, like small bombs exploding in his stomach.
The surging magic power poured into his limbs and bones - just like the noisy waves rolling back in the dry water channel - the young wizard suddenly felt as if his whole body had been thrown into a sauna.
"Hurry up and restore your magic power."
He gestured to his companions with the empty bottle in his hand and reminded: "There is not much time left...those guys will not give us enough rest time."
This reminder is very timely.
Not long after the other hunters of the Forgiveness Hunting Team drank the magic potion, the quiet hunting ground began to boil again.
It’s really ‘boiling’.
The ground underfoot trembled with high intensity in an incomprehensible pattern - as if a well-organized army was crossing a bridge with neat steps - the loess rolled like boiling water, and burst into the air like bunches of prominences.
Earth waves.
This time, there was no need for wizards to cast a strong wind spell, and the entire hunting ground was already plunged into a hazy color.
Zheng Qing flipped the magazine, pressed in a talisman bullet with a 'monitoring spell' painted on it, raised his hand and shot it into the darkness above his head. The Chinese magic power in the void rippled slightly, and a small eyeball appeared in front of the wizard, pointing towards the wizard.
He showed the entire hunting ground.
"What are those dark things?"
Mr. Vampire Werewolf was the first to notice the black shadow in the yellow dust, with a bit of hesitation in his tone: "...it doesn't look like a ghoul...we have other guests tonight?"
Zheng Qing looked serious and moved his eyes.
Soon, the "black" thing in Dylan's mouth revealed its true identity. It was a piece of incomplete tombstone, erected messily deep in the hunting ground, and as the earth trembled, more and more tombstones were slowly emerging from the dust.
Rising. A rough calculation shows that there are as many as forty or fifty statues.
There are pale bone fragments scattered around the tombstone, and the bone fragments are covered with pitted teeth marks; underneath the tombstone, there are deep caves, like a marmot's burrow.
"I think it's because more than a thousand ghouls are a bit too much, so the school changed the way they enter." Zhang Jixin gave a reasonable guess.
When the number was small before, the ghouls could enter through the doorway at the edge of the hunting ground. But when the number of ghouls that need to enter exceeds a thousand, with only those two small doorways, it may not be possible until the end of the hunting game.
, the prey haven’t fully entered the scene yet.
After confirming that the black figures were tombstones, Dylan immediately raised his hand and started his 'playing' again.
"Would you like to try to push your limits?"
Zheng Qing caught a glimpse of the ghoul corpses piled at the edge of the hunting team, glanced at Dylan, and said with a hint of regret in his tone: "If you could control a thousand corpses..."
Mr. Vampire Werewolf carefully beat the 'beat' while trying his best to roll his eyes. He was too angry to interrupt his captain's murmur: "That's not possible! Five hundred is my limit. One more will cause me to mutate!"
"You have controlled more than ten things before, I can see clearly." The captain of the Exoneration Hunting Team was a little unwilling to give up and reminded him in a low voice.
Dylan snorted very hard - listening to that sound, Zheng Qing strongly suspected that he snorted his boogers - slightly emphasized his tone: "...so I almost lost my strength just now! You have to choose one between long-lasting and short-term bursts.
...If you are confident that you can kill the other five hundred ghouls before I lose my strength, then I can try to control ten more corpses."
"This is diminishing marginal efficiency."
Xiao Xiao moved his gaze away from the group of tombstones, returned to the crystal ball in front of him, and explained smoothly: "This concept is most obvious in domination magic... When the rank and magic power are certain, the wizard controls
The more individuals there are, the weaker the control over the individuals... After exceeding a certain limit, their activities cannot be precisely controlled, which will lead to a sharp increase in unnecessary internal friction and reduce the effectiveness of the entire corpse group."
Zheng Qing felt a little headache after hearing this.
"I'm just making a suggestion, just a suggestion." The young public-funded student immediately raised his hands and surrendered briefly for a second, then opened the book and looked around: "Still the same tactics as the previous stage?"
The other main hunter of Xun Sin hesitated for a few seconds.
"This time let me go out with the swordsman to clean up the perimeter."
Zhang Jixin tugged on his glove, with an eager expression on his face, but his tone was particularly sincere: "During the first few confrontations, I found that it was a bit wasteful for three people to stay behind...the auxiliary magic of you and the doctor
enough."
Zheng Qing pouted and agreed to his request.
He had reason to believe that the red-faced wizard was just greedy for these living sandbags in front of him, and wanted to savor the pleasure of fisting him before the hunting game ended.