When the slender red line shot out from the phantom of the pale yellow rock and hit a large crow in the cliff, two sounds sounded almost at the same time in the attic on the second floor of the street not far from the battlefield.
This not-so-spacious room was filled with five ‘human-shaped crows’, either sitting next to the coffee table in the middle of the room, leaning against the wooden wall beside the door, or lying half on the narrow wooden bed.
The opening was the two crows marked on the mask with No. 9 and No. 13. They stood by the window. No. 9 crow held a small brass telescope, and his voice was a little annoyed. No. 13 crow held the record board in one hand and a quill in the other, and lowered his head to outline it, and his voice seemed very calm.
They evaluate the same thing.
The former is discovered by three young wizards at one of the nodes in the small world of the sandbox.
The latter records that the target character's extremely threatening talisman bullet has just been consumed. According to the statistical analysis within the crow, the number of such talisman bullets with huge lethality should be very small, and the burden on the talisman gun should be heavy when used. To be safe, the initial plan they made planned to consume three to five opponents in various ways before the two sides officially fought.
It's just that the young wizards were unexpectedly calm.
From their accidental fall into the sandbox world to their attacks by crows, and until now, the target actually shot the first powerful talisman bomb, and hit one of the magic nodes in the small world with one blow.
"I am a hunter who has been on the battlefield of black prisons."
Sitting next to the coffee table, the crow marked No. 15 on the mask raised his hand, feeling the dust falling from the vibration of the small world, and praised their opponents without any concealment: "It is worthy of being the target chosen by the professor... There are very few students who can do this level in school."
"The wizards who can enter the school teaching assistant team can be called "elite". They are no longer among the students... But the better he is, the more difficult it will be for us to complete the task. This is not a good thing." Relying on the door, the voice of the crow marked No. 14 on the mask could not hide its worries.
"Isn't it because someone is doing something outside?"
Crow No. 9, standing by the window, held the brass telescope in his hand and looked at the misty sky, complaining: "I saw it. It's the great sage in the North District... Fortunately, she is the only one... If I remember correctly, the professor said that the probability of her taking action is very low!"
"No matter how low the probability is, there is a possibility of it happening." Crow No. 15 blows away the dust from his hands, turns to look at Crow No. 3 half-lying on the small bed: "...How much time do we have?"
Gan Ning leaned against the head of the bed, holding a pocket watch in his hand, as if he was staring at the pointer ticking on the dial, but his head, which was slightly lowered from time to time, clearly told the others present what he was doing.
"No. 3!"
The No. 14 crow pounced on him a little crazy and shook the shoulders of Crow No. 3, as if he wanted to shake his head down. The sharp crow's mouth on the No. 3 mask swung greatly with his head, and accurately poked the pocket watch in his hand, almost piercing the glass shell on the dial: "Are you sleeping? Can you sleep now? The professor asked you to direct this battle, which made you suck it!!"
Crow No. 15 next to the coffee table subconsciously leaned his head back.
She had every reason to believe that if it weren't for the crow mask, Gan Ning's pretty little face would have been covered with the saliva of the No. 14 crow.
"What? What? Are you going to set out?"
Crow No. 3 looked around in a daze. After several seconds, he realized what happened. He pulled off his two claws on his shoulders and stretched out his big laziness: "Don't be so nervous...yawn... Learning to take a nap in the gaps of hunting is a must-have skill for an excellent hunter. It can keep you full of energy at all times... Don't waste time, professor, well, or, the time left to us by the school is very limited. Skip other links and serve hard dishes directly."
As soon as these words came out, including the two crows who were monitoring the target at the window, the other four looked at Gan Ning together, subconsciously stating that they opposed-
“One-time?”
"all?"
"Would you be a little too impulsive?"
"I think it's better to follow the scheduled plan..."
"No chance." Gan Ning jumped up from the small bed, put away the pocket watch, waved his hand, and interrupted everyone's talk: "If the plan works, then now we should have consumed at least three powerful talisman bombs of the target..."
He pointed out the window and reminded meaningfully: "...they have disrupted our arrangements, so don't expect us to achieve the expected results step by step. I like a sentence, killing the master's tutor. These children are free to deal with it and move forward and backward. If they don't disrupt their rhythm, we will fall into their rhythm."
Everyone was silent.
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"What are those crows doing?"
Below the phantom of the pale yellow hill, the fat wizard's alert voice sounded. He noticed that the crows that were originally hovering above the few people suddenly began to kill each other: "Have you just broken the function of those crows to identify the enemy and me?"
Zheng Qing shrugged his shoulders and said that he didn't know - at this moment, he was still immersed in the afterglow of the exciting emotions that hit the magic node of the small world just after a blow - he patted Xiao Xiao's shoulder.
"How is it? Have you contacted me?" With a real record, his voice naturally became more confident, and he became more and more tough when talking to the doctor.
Xiao Xiao pushed away the crystal ball in front of him, took off his glasses, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and shook his head with a very small amplitude.
"The time is too short. Just after I searched for the aura of the school guardian magic circle, the sandbox was closed again... It is certain that according to them adjusting the speed of the magic nodes in the small world, the black hands behind these crows will not be too far away."
Speaking of this, the doctor hesitated a little and reached out to press the bluestone slab under him: "...Do you feel the slight tremor on the ground before?"
"It should be someone outside trying to open the entrance to the sandbox." Zheng Qing calmed down - he naturally would not ignore the trembling that had just created a chance to shoot for him - at the same time, he was also quickly calculating the possible candidate in his heart: "From the time and attack intensity, senior Colma is more likely."
Among the great wizards he knew and above, only Colma, who was relatively weakest and lacked experience, may show such a sense of caution when facing the small sandbox world, and fear of shaking the hostages to death.