Vol 2 Chapter 147: Combatants and spectators

Zheng Qing leaned on the patrol team's wooden staff, arched slightly, panting slightly.
Although the road conditions in the forest at night were more complicated, he was misled by a few weird bushes during the chase and took a few detours.
But fortunately, the effect of the fast running armor talisman is quite good.
Finally stopped the murloc when he was about to escape into the lake, the young public servant thought proudly, and glanced down at the two horses tied to his legs.
The scarlet characters gradually changed color along with the traces of the strokes, and half of the characters had become charred black. This means that these two horses have just used half of them, and they can last a long time.
At least five minutes left, the young wizard thought, staring at the slow-moving murloc leader opposite, and didn't intend to tear the talisman paper off his leg.
He didn't know whether he could deal with this dangerous aquatic creature freely, and if he couldn't catch it, he still had to set aside sufficient retreat preparations.
The moon has passed the highest peak tonight and is slowly descending.
The pale moonlight shot straight from behind Zheng Qing, casting a thick, slender shadow in front of him.
Ishini grinned, grinned maliciously at the red robe wizard in front of him, showing his mouth full of sharp teeth.
This is not the first time it has been interrupted by the wizards on the patrol, but it is the first time it has been blocked on the way home by the wizards.
It was a novel experience. The young murloc broke his fingers and opened the fins on his back a bit bigger.
It didn't feel that the weak wizard in front of him could block his progress.
Zheng Qing frowned.
He noticed that his shadow's head was trampled under his feet by this nasty murloc.
Perhaps because of the direct moonlight, the scales of the murloc on the opposite side were shiny, and it seemed that even the dark woods and bushes around were illuminated a lot.
The murloc faces and sharp fangs are especially conspicuous in the light.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." The young publicist secretly encouraged himself: "This is the first university... I have a patrol stick =... I have a suppression charm... I have a binding spell... I have a talisman."
He muttered to himself, hurriedly digging out the talisman from the gray cloth bag.
This action obviously surprised the murloc opposite, and his gaze paused on the robe of the young wizard.
As a relatively flexible murloc, Ison, who has a lot of experience in trading with wizards, can easily make a judgment.
"...Whisper...the newcomer..." Ishini's eyes widened, and he admired Zheng Qing's daring to chase by himself: "He...really a warrior...I will try my best to repay your courage...whis... "
Before the hiss, it smashed a branch of Jujube next to it, waved in his hand, and wiped the feel.
The wooden stick pressed the air and made a threatening sound.
The murloc nodded in satisfaction, swinging his dorsal fin, and strode towards the red robe wizard who was blocking the way.
...
Zheng Qing inserted the patrol team's wooden staff into the soil under his feet, and opened the book in his arms.
To his own surprise, Zheng Qing's panic in his heart disappeared a lot in the face of the aggressively approaching murloc leader.
Although the mind is still a bit blank, the spirit is particularly concentrated because of the abnormal excitement.
Yes, excited.
It's like the first time seeing a ghost wandering and wailing next to an earthen grave in the wilderness; it's like the first time to cast a talisman, watching the yellow paper bloom in the blue smoke; it's like the first time to follow Thomas to the Four Seasons Square.
It was just a new adventure, he said to himself from the bottom of his heart, and pressed his hand on the opened book.
"Ge Zhitanxi..."
The high-pitched curse started the birds and elves resting on the branches.
The birds fluttered their wings and whispered and complained about the noise under the tree. The tree sperms stared wide-eyed and stared blankly at the dim world around them. As a day-walking creature, their vision in the dark was almost zero.
The spell is over, but the tremor of magic has just begun.
The pale green light soared into the sky from the book and dissipated into the deep night.
It seems that they perceive the disturbing factors in the surrounding air. Although the birds quickly closed their mouths, they still jumped nervously among the branches; while the tree sperms became quieter and only moved their bodies deeper into the tree nest. .
Maybe the environment where the plants are overgrown is a bonus to this spell.
In the blink of an eye, four or five thick-armed vines came out of the void and unceremoniously rolled towards the tall murloc.
Iseni, who came running, avoided it, and was instantly rolled up and firm by these active cane.
"Instant kill."
Zheng Qing stared at the murloc, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
It's just that this smile appeared a little earlier.
Slippery like a fish, it is too appropriate to describe a murloc.
A large amount of transparent slime suddenly seeped out from under Isen's scales and applied it to the cane that bound it. Then the murloc inhaled and shrank his bones~EbookFREE.me~ and shook his head and tail, and in a blink of an eye, he broke free from the slippery cane.
"...His...the despicable wizard...his...fight like a warrior!"
The tall murloc shook off all the slime, brandished a wooden stick, and launched another charge.
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Not far from the battle site.
In the lakeside forest, under the shadow of a big willow.
Two old voices were talking slowly.
"He is a freshman this year... Do you just let him face the little Iseny? You know, that kid has inspired the bloodline of the tide. If it is not the restrictions of the Umbil League, I would like him to stay at Alpha Academy. For a while."
Moonlight leaked slightly from the willow branches and fell on the speaker.
This is an old murloc who is white all over and whose scales have almost fallen off.
Its eyes looked like a severe cataract patient, turbid, looking at the lake without focus. The fins on his back were drooping weakly, seeming to be a little broken, revealing many suspicious holes. Only the two long beards at the corners of the mouth looked smooth and foreseeable, shining charming colors in the moonlight.
The old murloc's big wrinkled hand was leaning on a cane much taller than it. The head of the rod is a pulsating carp, and a string of silver rings hangs on its lips. As it whizzed and whizzed, the ring slammed slightly, making a fine tinkling sound.
"If you don't cut it, you won't be a tool... If you don't try it, how can you know." Another voice answered.
"Hiss..." The old murloc let out a weird laugh: "Verne...Verne...you are still so conceited...you know, jade is the easiest to break when carving."
"Broken?" Old Verne grinned gruffly: "I am watching here, you are watching here, if it is still broken, what can I say?"
The old murloc was silent immediately.