Compared with the island of Phuket, the Atacama Mountain Plateau in this season seems particularly dry and hot.
At the same time, snowflakes were probably falling on the island of Bouji, and the orange-red sun hung in the blue-gray sky, which gave the whole world a light color. Even if you stare at the sun all day, it wouldn't matter.
And on the Atacama Plateau, if you stare at the sun for a while in this season, your eyes will be blinded by the dazzling and vicious light.
Zheng Qing doesn't like this uncontrolled extreme weather.
He prefers the gentle and polite climate in the school, and likes a world where if the weather is too hot, it can add two more layers of clouds to the sky and block half of the sun's face.
Bang!
The heavy shoes stomped a Peruvian red scorpion that had crawled through quickly into meat paste. Zheng Qing lowered his head and kicked up a few balls of soil with his toes, building a small and desolate grave for the little insect.
Whether it is the eyes of a dark wizard or not, since it is dead, it should be treated with the etiquette of death. In this desolate land like Mars, life and death have a noble meaning similar to death.
The young wizard pulled the hood on his head, raised his head, and glanced at the hot fireball above his head.
The good news is that under this intensity of sunshine, the power of black magic will be greatly suppressed - if there were really dark wizards here.
The bad news is that Zheng Qing had some bad premonitions in his heart.
Five days have passed since the last time I set off from Bouji Island. Tomorrow is the Little New Year of the Lunar New Year. After the Little New Year, it will be New Year's Eve. After the New Year's Eve, it is Valentine's Day again. Time is like a heavy-duty train whistling with a whistling whistling towards the young public-paid student. Just thinking about it, Zheng Qing seemed to be able to feel the strong, almost substantial sense of oppression coming towards him, which is suffocating.
At present, the pursuit of Yusin Hunting Team is still not progressing.
From Alaska to Siberia, from Lake Victoria to the Great Divide, and then to the Akatama Mountain Plateau on the Peruvian border, Yusin hunting team was like a headless fly, rushing around the world, smelling countless rotten smells, but rushing over but finding that there was no shit he was looking for.
Thinking of that word, Zheng Qing spat on the ground in disgust.
This precious liquid almost evaporated a small part of the air. After falling among the fine gravel, it quickly seeped down the dry gap. In just a blink of an eye, the saliva seemed to have never appeared in this world, leaving no trace.
Crash.
A slightly chaotic footstep came, Xiao Xiao and Dylan, who were in charge of the exploration mission, appeared in Zheng Qing's sight, with a lazy breath in his steps.
Zheng Qing's heart sank slightly, and sure enough, that bad premonition became reality.
"No?" he asked concisely.
Xiao Xiao's slightly shaking head seemed to mean double negation, which brought a glimmer of hope to young public funds, but before this glimmer of hope was raised, it was pulled back to the ground by the gravity of reality.
"There are traces of black magic, but it has nothing to do with the 'crow'," the short wizard replied quickly, "We checked the corpses that had been sucked in blood. The gentleman confirmed that there was no breath of the blood clan, so there is a high probability that there is a wizard who has just fallen shortly... Where are the fat men and swordsmen? Aren't they staying with you?"
He looked around suspiciously, and his hand had already pinched his green bamboo slips.
Zheng Qing patted the talisman gun that he hung around his waist.
"Don't worry... The swordsman went to patrol around, the fat man went to catch scorpions." Speaking of this, a subtle feeling of envy suddenly emerged in the captain of the Yusin Hunting Team: "That guy said that Peruvian red scorpions are all top-quality ingredients, whether they are roasted or soaked in wine. It's so wasteful to come here if you don't catch seventy or eighty ones..."
"This is indeed like something he can say." The fortune teller nodded slightly, then held his glasses: "On the school, am I saying there is news about the old man Verne?"
Five days ago, the Yuju Hunting Team went to the North District Patrol Team at night as agreed and met the old man Verne. The old man was in good spirits, but his memory was not good. After a long time of recalling the one-eyed crow he brought back to school.
The results were disappointing.
After all, the school is not a Trichok Sword or Danhag. There is no justifiable reason to be unable to detain a wizard for a long time - even if it is just an elder of the ogre tribe - according to the Code, magical creatures such as ogres, fishmen, etc. who have the ability to cast spells can enjoy the same rights as ordinary wizards.
So, a few months ago, after helping the one-eyed crow lift the forced transformation curse, the ogre elder disappeared into the vast forest of silentness.
According to the speculation of Old Verne, the ogre elder is likely to be looking for his kind in the Silent Forest. For any ogre tribe, the ogre elder who can use shamanic spells is a scarce and precious wealth.
"Don't worry, I know many old guys in the Silent Forest and will help you find out about this."
This was what the old man Verne said before leaving, slapped his chest in front of several young hunters and promised him. But five days have passed, and the old man has not heard from him, so that Zheng Qing sometimes privately doubted whether he was perfunctory at the time.
However, he could not show such suspicion when facing his companions.
"No, no, no... It's less than an hour since you separated from me. Do you need to ask again every once in a while?" The captain of Yushu Hunting Team showed a hint of helplessness on his face: "If there is news over there, I will definitely be the first time..."
His voice came to an abrupt end.
Because a blue flame suddenly jumped out of the void, interrupting the words of the young public student, the hunters all looked up and looked at the flame.
The flame stretched out, and the flame instantly turned into a beautiful and delicate blue bird, flapping its wings, landed on Zheng Qing's shoulder, and pecked his earlobe.
twitter.
The blue bird sang a melodious and melodious song, and the witch leaned her ears and listened carefully.
This is the news of the encrypted Trichok Sword, and ordinary intelligence does not require such encryption measures. Several other young wizards from the Yusin Hunting Team watched this scene nervously.
Soon, they saw their captain's brows slightly relaxed.
"I know, Yuzui will go back immediately." He said to the Blue Bird.
The green bird flapped its wings with satisfaction, pecked at his earlobe, jumped away from his shoulders, soared straight into the sky, and flew towards the sun towards the sun.
In just a blink of an eye, it turned into a blue flame again in the brilliant sunshine and disappeared from the sight of the young hunters.