Blue birds the size of fingernails landed on Zheng Qing's shoulders one after another, opened their mouths, and conveyed the reports from Zhang Jixin, Dylan and Lanque.
Xiao Xiao held the crystal ball and sat cross-legged in the triangle formation constructed by Zheng Qing, Jiang Yu, and Fatty Xin. He looked down at the hunting area that the hunting team had cleared, and judged whether it was necessary to send safari hunters to re-explore—
—But listening to the suspicious noises under his hood, Zheng Qing suspected that he had accidentally fallen asleep.
In the blink of an eye, the three days of winter hunting were coming to an end.
Today is the last day of winter hunting.
The sky has cleared up, and there is still a thick layer of snow on the ground. The crystal clear crystal ball looks particularly clear against the snow. Even the picture reflected in the crystal ball has become extremely clean. It seems that every person in the picture is
Every branch, every dead leaf, every snowflake has been scrubbed.
The intermittent wind and snow left a deep impression on the young wizards who participated in the hunt. They couldn't wait to return to the warm lounge, make a cup of black tea with three tablespoons of sugar, or have a warm cup of
Hot cocoa to enrich their peaceful and boring winter hunting practice.
For the Yuzui hunting team, except for the giant human-faced rat they encountered on the first day, there is no other more difficult prey. Zheng Qing has reason to suspect that in the entire winter hunting area, the human-faced rat may
It is also one of the most powerful monsters.
There are no shocks, no regrets, and naturally not too many surprises.
The entire winter hunt was held in a normal and peaceful manner, leaving almost all the participants, including the observers, in a kind of 'sacred laziness' near the end.
Fatty Xin has even chewed the brush holder and begun to think about the content of his next report: "How about the name 'Out-of-control Human-Faced Rat'? Through the large human-faced mouse tribe we encountered, we will show readers the story of the human-faced mouse priest.
How dangerous is the tribe... By the way, I would like to remind schools to have reasonable concerns about the death of giants or similar large magical creatures... Suppose that the human-faced rat tribe we encountered was not born from the corpse of a giant, but from the corpse of a dead dragon
If so, will we face a group of human-faced rats wearing scale armor, possessing tenacious vitality, extremely high magic resistance and physical attack capabilities?"
The captain of the Forgiveness Hunting Team listened to the fat wizard's ramblings and listlessly calculated the gains of the hunting team's participation in the winter hunt, and became increasingly sad.
After a long time, he finally couldn't help but sigh.
"This year's prey is really useless!"
The young public-funded student pulled out his account book and complained: "It's either a 'Motera' or a 'Human-Faced Rat'. Let's kill them. They can't even tan a good piece of leather one foot wide, and their meat tastes too earthy."
! Don’t kill them, they are popping up from the ground in droves, they are more annoying than cockroaches... You can’t even earn back the talismans you throw out... I have never participated in such a loss-making hunt!"
"Who would eat Motera's meat!" The fat wizard shook his head, rarely complaining about meat.
The Motera of the Silent Forest and their counterparts on the coast of the British Isles are already two different races - except that they are both rodents, and they all have sea anemone-like tentacles growing on their backs - perhaps to resist the uncontrolled attacks of wizards.
Hunting, Motera in the Silent Forest Every winter and spring, the tentacles on its back will fall off, leaving only a pitted and worthless fur, and its size will expand to the size of a wild boar, making it extremely dangerous.
Mortera's tentacles can ward off bad luck after being magically prepared and eaten, and the secretions of the tentacles can also heal abrasions and cuts. However, Mortera without tentacles will bite off the ankles of every person that passes through their cave entrance, regardless of those.
The ankle belongs to a centaur, a demon, or an ordinary wizard.
"Speaking of which," the fat wizard twirled his brush, glanced at the Motra that had not yet been dealt with in front of Zheng Qing, and said thoughtfully: "There seem to be a lot of rat monsters on this winter hunt... I remember last year
It happened once... Could it be that the resurgence of silence will come earlier this year?"
No one paid attention to his speculation.
If Zheng Qing didn't hear the statement, he raised his head and glanced in the direction of the hunting grounds of other hunting teams, muttering to himself: "Maybe we should go to the hunting team next door to hunt in the autumn breeze... I remember the elder said that during winter hunting, there were often
The hunting team crosses the border to hunt... Every time we catch one more prey of others, the other hunting teams catch one less prey, and the other goes up... By the way, who is next door to us?"
"Edge Hunters."
The fat wizard raised the brush in his hand, looked down at the outline of the manuscript on the parchment, and dissuaded him without any sincerity: "We are all in the same class. If we don't see each other when we look up, we might as well stop it... If it's true...
If you want to go, you must first consider the issue of disguise..."
"What about the other side?"
"Xiangqi... the final results of our three hunting teams in the Campus Cup are almost the same. They are ranked next to each other, so the hunting grounds are also divided together." The fat wizard finally took his eyes away from the manuscript and looked at his captain, giving a very sincere reminder.
Said: "You should remember your relationship with Soprano... and Soprano's current identity."
Zheng Qing sighed, looking at the thick white fluffy snow not far away, he felt the urge to throw himself up and let the snow bury him.
"It's so worthless. This hunt is so worthless. It's just like killing a chicken with a knife." He chattered like Mrs. Xianglin: "I have never participated in such a loss-making hunt..."
"This is the normal state of hunting."
Jiang Yu had just been very interested in building a circle of snowman dolls around herself. At this time, she finally raised her head and glanced at the wizard: "Like the Shanglin Garden Spring Hunting or Badmington Winter Hunting that I occasionally participate in, most of the time
Hunters have very little harvest. If you don’t believe it, I can take you to see it next time..."
"The two spring and winter hunters you mentioned are more interested in socializing than hunting." The fat wizard corrected him very sensibly.
"Shut up!"
The captain of the Exoneration Hunting Team scolded the fat wizard with a straight face: "If you don't speak, no one will think you are mute. Have you finished writing the report? If you ask me, there is a problem with your selection of materials. Who will pay attention to a winter without any accidents?"
hunting……"
Before he finished speaking, a dull sound suddenly came from the depths of the silent forest.
It was like a thunderbolt bursting beneath the thick snowdrift.
It's like a giant dragon being stabbed in the chrysanthemum.
Zheng Qing immediately shut up. After looking at each other with the other two people, he hurriedly looked at the fortune teller who seemed to have fallen asleep in front of the crystal ball: "Doctor..."
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Xiao's drooped head bounced up like an electric shock, revealing a pair of slightly confused but energetic eyes: "It's outside the winter hunting area, and it's beyond my divination ability..."