Zhang Jixin, who was standing outside the defensive formation, spat viciously.
"There is something even more unlucky." Zheng Qing sighed and added: "Because it's just a freshman game, the school's procedures are not that strict... I mean the roster."
He glanced at the roster on the rostrum table with gloomy eyes.
Youzui and the others reacted almost immediately.
In a regular hunting competition, each hunting team will conduct a separate pre-match inspection, and starting from the pre-match inspection, the hunters will only use "code names" as their respective titles to avoid some hidden magical curses.
But as a game whose nature is more entertainment than competition, the freshman game was very rough in this regard.
All the hunters were gathered in this small auditorium, and the roster with everyone's names was casually held by several old students and read out loud. On normal days, no one would care about such details. But today
After the accident, the roster apparently became the 'Achilles' heel' of all the hunters in the small hall.
At this moment, the "heel that has not been dipped in holy water" is dangling under the puppet's long pointed nose, which makes people feel uneasy.
Fortunately, the puppet as the host was still immersed in the various noises made by others when they rushed to the door. He was tapping the beat intoxicatedly, and his two slender arms were shaking like a convulsion, as if he was directing a group of people.
A grand symphony concert.
The explosion of talismans is the sound of drums, the shriek of spells is the recorder, and the trembling of swords is the sound of triangles and violins! Mixed in among them are the shouts and screams of young wizards and wizards - even in real operas
Famous actors will not work so hard.
The puppets slid from one end of the podium to the other like a whirlwind, completely immersed in their own musical world, allowing the audience to create more noise.
The 'riot' of the young wizards lasted for less than half an hour, until all those who tried to rush out found that they were powerless against the red light film, and finally gave up in despair, and the riot gradually came to an end.
On the rostrum, the time-beating puppet finally slowed down its convulsions. With the sound of the last talisman exploding, it trembled and trembled, ending its conductor career.
"Cry! Laugh! Let's make trouble!"
The puppet opened its arms and sang in an exaggerated aria:
"Fight!"
"Struggle!"
"Despair!"
"Feel each other's existence in the blood, and pursue the meaning of existence in death."
"This is you! A group of amoeba derivatives!"
"but me!"
"Great Night? Phantom Shadow? Puppet Master? Your Highness the Puppet!"
"Will help you single-celled creatures on the hunting grounds understand the true meaning of life!!"
There was silence under the rostrum.
This time, everyone was not silent out of curiosity, but silent out of fear.
On the rostrum, the puppet who had finished his aria suddenly bent over and turned around, covering his ears and asking in a low voice: "How was what I just said? Is it contagious? I thought about this passage all night, and I didn't think about it until ten minutes ago.
Finished with the screams of those little ones..."
"Your Highness! What you said is really great!!"
"It makes people cry and tells the truth of the universe!"
“Heart-touching and thought-provoking!!”
"There are no words to describe the strong appeal in your words!"
In the shadows behind the puppet, a bunch of numbing compliments and compliments sounded out in a chaotic manner, making the young wizards in the audience feel nauseous.
But the puppet on the rostrum liked these compliments very much. It even took off its own head again and bowed in exaggerated gestures, as if it had just completed a grand opera performance.
"Thank you! Thank you very much! I will continue to work hard!!" The puppet man bowed vigorously, with his head wearing a high hat spinning on his fingertips, and said thank you loudly in a buzzing voice: "Thank you for your applause.
!!Thank you all for the long! endless! applause!!”
The following words are said very forcefully, even giving people the feeling of gnashing one's teeth.
Almost immediately, three or five loud applauses sounded from the shadows behind the rostrum.
The puppet man still lowered his head and faced the young wizards in the audience, motionless.
for a long time.
Zheng Qing hesitated and patted his hands lightly.
"Thank you!!" The puppet man said loudly almost immediately.
Zheng Qing sighed and poked the doctor next to him.
Xiao Xiao put the notebook under his arm and clapped his hands expressionlessly.
Soon, led by them, there was a burst of warm but lazy applause in the small auditorium.
The puppet finally put his head back on his neck, stood up straight, and held up the brim of his hat:
"Politeness is more important than people think."
It pulled out a neatly folded white silk handkerchief from its breast pocket, pretended to wipe the corners of its eyes, sighed, and said this.
"In response to your enthusiastic applause, I declare the second rule of the hunt."
".2. When hunting, the biggest rule is that there are no rules!"
"On my hunting ground, you don't need to consider things like "One Hundred and Eight Rules of Hunting" or "Several Explanations of the Wizards Alliance Demon Hunting Committee on Hunting Rules", nor do you need to care about camaraderie, face, honor and the like.
words, let alone boring numbers like casualty rate and death toll!”
"There is no need to think about this at all...am I going to deduct points from you for these ridiculous reasons?!"
The puppet laughed shrilly, waved its arms vigorously, and loudly denied:
"No! Of course not!!"
"I will never deduct points from a captain just because he screwed off the heads of his disobedient players!"
"We will never deduct points from a hunting team just because they poisoned a river!"
"We won't deduct points from the two hunting teams just because they fought until the last person was left!"
"You don't need to pay attention to those backward, funny, and weird precautions..."
"The only thing you need to focus on is how to obtain the final victory...to obtain the only chance of survival."
"Yes, the only chance of survival."
"This is the third rule on my hunting ground... 3. Only the winner can walk out of my hunting ground!"
"Death? That's necessary!"
"Only blood can wake up your confused little heads!"
"No one is going to die, so how about we let you all come out alive?! You are all alive, who will water our barren, nutrient-deficient hunting ground? Who will feed our lovely, hungry secret garden elves?!"
As if to answer its question, an old, greedy voice rang from the puppet's top silk hat: "I'm so hungry..."