Chapter two hundred and eighty nine third-level damage classification
"Stand up quickly!"
"You are the leader of the hunting team! You must stand up!"
"There are monkey monsters in front of us and wolves behind us. We must do something!"
"Stand up quickly!!"
These sounds seemed to come from far, far away, noisy, and pulled Zheng Qing's nearly collapsed thoughts from falling downwards.
He tried hard to recall and think about these familiar voices.
It seemed like a long time passed, and then it seemed like an instant.
Zheng Qing suddenly raised his head. Although his dim eyes were still empty, his expression had become much calmer.
"Stand up quickly! What should we do next?!" Zhang Jixin's anxious shouting was still echoing around, magically injecting a lot of motivation into Zheng Qing's heart.
The captain of the Exoneration Hunting Team struggled to stand up and looked around.
On a small hill not far away, two monkey monsters were waving thick wooden sticks and beating the remaining magic traces on the top of the mountain, leaving ugly pits and splashing pieces of soil.
Zheng Qing's eyes dimmed and he turned away.
More than a dozen gray wolf demons, led by three big black wolves, were patrolling at the foot of the hill, monitoring the two uninvited guests wielding wooden sticks. The remaining wolf demons were under the command of the white wolf king, taking their time.
They built a blockade from far to near, slowly tightening the encirclement.
Zhang Jixin, Xin, and the two-headed Minotaur formed a standard triangular defense formation, surrounding Zheng Qing in the middle, trying their best to resist the wolf demons attacking in turn. Even Zhang Jixin's flying centipede was scurrying around.
Go and attack every monster that comes near.
His thinking ability quickly returned to his brain, and Zheng Qing felt that his consciousness was now particularly clear.
He was keenly aware of many details that he had ignored before - such as the group of wolf demons fighting and retreating, and using bait to lure young hunters to advance; and for example, the wolf demons that gradually disappeared during the retreat should be
They took a detour to outflank the hunting team's retreat; and the two monkey demons, after smashing the talisman array, kept grinding and chirping on the top of the mountain, dragging two big wooden sticks and smashing them everywhere, but they still refused to get close to the wolves.
Compared to him, the remaining two members of the hunting team are obviously in a more reliable state. Fatty Xin has always been in a very stable state of mind because he is in a giant state; Zhang Jixin has also restrained his violent temper, although he still looks like he is gritting his teeth.
, but he did not get carried away by anger, but strictly implemented defensive tactics and never made any rash advances.
This made the captain of the Exoneration Hunting Team feel very ashamed.
"With Fatty Lan as the center, continue to move closer to the hill." Zheng Qing hoarsely expressed his opinion: "After the Minotaur is pressed, pay attention to safety."
Without waiting for his companions to question, he immediately explained: "The monkey demon and the wolf demon are obviously on guard against each other. This is our only chance... Judging from the habits of the demons, the peace between them is very fragile."
"We are dancing on the tip of a knife." Fatty muttered in a low voice, and the rumble sounded like thunder.
Zhang Jixin gritted his teeth, said nothing, and just nodded fiercely. There was a snow-white towel tied on his forearm, but at this moment, the towel had been dyed bright red by blood. [… *#fastest update]
"Are you injured?" Zheng Qing looked at the red handkerchief and asked in a low voice: "What level is it? Has the poison been removed?"
"Level 1. I was touched twice by the paws of those wolf cubs, but I can still hold on for a while." Zhang Jixin shook his head and said harshly: "I just need a little stimulation... It doesn't matter if it's a little later."
Zheng Qing nodded and said no more.
He is no longer a newcomer to the wizarding world, and he no longer looks down upon bites and scratches from monsters, and is as afraid of them as a tiger.
According to the Wizarding Alliance's "Level 3 Monster Damage Classification" in the "Wizard World Encyclopedia", scratches and bites from ordinary wild monsters, as well as scratches from high-level monsters, belong to the first-level monster damage, and the monster poison received
The invasion is very mild and can be completely resolved by external application or internal medicine, transporting qi and blood, etc.
The bites of the wild monster king and high-level monsters are classified as second-level monster injuries. The wizard will be moderately attacked by monster poison under this attack, but as long as it is treated by a professional therapist and properly nursed back to health, there will be no sequelae.
Only wizards infected by the gift of blood—that is, the third level of demon damage in the classification—will still have a conversion rate of more than 99% even after being rescued by a therapist.
The so-called gift of blood is an evil ritual in which the demon cuts open the heart of a wizard and drips his own demon blood into the heart of the wizard. Most of the transformed wizards have fallen in this way.
The monsters used in regular hunting competitions have been carefully screened by the hunting committee, and there will be no monsters that can use blood gifts. Therefore, even if a hunter is scratched or bitten by a monster in the hunting ground, his life will not be in danger.
"Oh, Shete!" The fat man suddenly cursed loudly.
"Is there something going on?" Zheng Qing raised his hand and used a slingshot to shoot out a few rune bombs. After forcing back several approaching wolf monsters, he immediately raised his head and looked at the giant blue man.
"Some more guys are coming outside." Big Blue waved the wooden stick vigorously and growled: "Do you still have the moving spell? I think we'd better move our position."
Zheng Qing raised his head and looked into the distance.
Even though he was not as tall as Big Blue, he quickly noticed some unusual movements on the edge of the grassland.
The wolf demons who were originally scattered around the periphery seemed to have been frightened by something. They jumped out of the grass nest where they were hiding in panic and ran in the direction of the White Wolf King in panic.
Several black-skinned pig demons that were comparable to small elephants stared with bright red eyes and two thick white fangs. They roared and ran rampant, driving several wolf demons into disgrace.
Zheng Qing's face became increasingly ugly.
"The distance of the movement spell is limited, and there are many monsters lurking around." He paused and added: "Rather than running away blindly, it is better to stay here temporarily... The eye of the storm is safer than the edge."
As he said, the arrival of the monkey demon and pig demon caused most of the wolf demons to focus on their competitors. The pressure on the few young hunters trapped in the center by the demons was much less.
.
These monsters with a little bit of intelligence are not fools.
No one would risk losing a few good teeth to make wedding clothes for someone else.
"Chirp!"
The shrill chirping of birds came from overhead.
Zheng Qing suddenly raised his head and saw a group of flat-haired beasts with red eyes and gray feathers hanging in the air, spreading their wings and beating Fatty Lan on the head.
It's a group of sparrow monsters.
They seemed to be monsters derived from sparrows. However, compared with ordinary sparrows, each of these sparrow monsters was comparable to a pigeon. But even so, these guys with flapping wings looked no different from flies in front of Fatty Lan.
It's still about the size of sesame seeds and mung beans.
It's just a little noisy.
Before the fat man could reach out his hand to drive them away, a pink tongue suddenly popped out of the void, and with just one roll, he pulled a sparrow demon back into his big mouth.
"Gu Gu! Gu Gu!!"
A round, flower-skinned frog poked its head out of the air, its mouth squirming, and looked greedily at the group of sparrow demons. But immediately, it was frightened by the strong demonic aura crisscrossing around it, and kicked off its short legs.
The body suddenly retracted into the void.
"Where did the flying frog come from?!" Fatty Lan scratched his head, his mind a little confused.
"The wolf stalks its beard and stalks its tail!"
A chorus of chanting spells suddenly came from the northwest, and fell clearly on the ears of everyone in the Exoneration Hunting Team.