"Stand up!"

"You're the captain of the hunting team!

"Monkey demons in front, wolves in the back, we have to do something!"

"Stand up!!"

These voices seemed to come from far, far away, noisy and noisy, pulling Zheng Qing's thoughts that were almost collapsed and stopped falling down.

He recalled, contemplating the familiar voices.

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like in a moment.

Zheng Qing raised his head suddenly, although his dim eyes were still empty, his expression had become much calmer.

"Stand up, what should we do next?!!" Zhang Jixin's anxious shouting still echoed around, magically injecting a lot of motivation into Zheng Qing's heart.

The captain of the Sin Hunting Team struggled to his feet and looked around.

On a small hill not far away, two monkey demons were wielding thick wooden sticks to whip the remaining traces of magic on the top of the mountain, leaving ugly dirt pits and splashing patches of dirt.

Zheng Qing's eyes darkened, and he turned away.

More than a dozen gray wolf demons, led by three black wolves, patrolled the foot of the hill, keeping an eye on the two uninvited guests wielding wooden sticks. The rest of the wolf demons, under the command of the white wolf king, unhurriedly built a blockade, from far to near, slowly tightening the encirclement.

Zhang Jixin, Xin, and the two-headed Minotaur formed a standard triangular defensive array, surrounding Zheng Qing in the middle, trying their best to resist the wolf demons who were attacking in turn around them. Even Zhang Jixin's flying centipede was jumping around, attacking every demon that came close.

The ability to think quickly returned to his brain, and Zheng Qing felt that his consciousness was now extremely clear.

He was keenly aware of many details that he had overlooked before—such as the wolf demons fighting and retreating, and using bait to lure the young hunters to venture in; for example, the wolf demons that gradually disappeared in the process of retreating, should have made a detour to outflank the back of the hunting team; and the two monkey demons, after smashing the talisman array, have been grinding and chirping on the top of the mountain, dragging two big wooden sticks to smash around, but they have never approached the wolves.

Compared to him, the remaining two members of the hunting team are obviously in a more reliable state. Because Xin Fatzi is in a giant state, his mood has always been very stable, and Zhang Jixin has also restrained his violent temper, although he still looks like he is gritting his teeth, but he is not carried away by anger, but strictly implements defensive tactics and never rushes forward.

This made the captain of the Hunting Team feel very ashamed.

"With the blue fat man as the center, continue to move closer to the small hill. Zheng Qing hoarsely voiced and put forward his own opinion: "After the Minotaur is pressed, pay attention to safety." ”

Without waiting for his companion to question, he immediately explained, "The monkey demon and the wolf demon are obviously guarding each other, and this is our only chance...... According to the habits of the demons, the peace between them is very fragile. ”

"We're dancing on the tip of a knife. The fat man muttered in a low voice, and the rumbling sound was like thunder.

Zhang Jixin gritted his teeth and didn't speak, just nodded viciously. He had a snow-white towel tied to his forearm, but at the moment it was already stained red with blood.

"Are you injured?" Zheng Qing looked at the red handkerchief and asked in a low voice, "How many levels?"

"Level 1. It's just that I was touched twice by the paws of those wolf cubs, and I can hold on for a while. Zhang Jixin shook his head and said fiercely: "I just need a little stimulation...... It's okay to be late. ”

Zheng Qing nodded and did not speak again.

He is no longer a newcomer to the wizarding world, and he no longer talks about demon bites and scratches, and he is afraid of them like a tiger.

According to the Wizarding Alliance's statement in the "Encyclopedia of the Wizarding World" on the 'third-level demon damage classification', the scratches and bites of ordinary wild demons, as well as the scratches of high-level demons, belong to the first-level demon injuries, and the demon poison attack is very slight, and can be completely resolved by external application and internal medicine, transportation of qi and blood, etc.

The bites of the Wild Demon King and high-level demons belong to the second-level demon damage. Wizards will be moderately attacked by this kind of attack, but as long as they are treated by a professional healer and properly recuperated, they will not leave any sequelae.

Only wizards infected by Heart's Blood's Gift - that is, the third-level demon damage in the classification - will still have a conversion rate of more than 99% even after being rescued by the healer.

The so-called gift of heart and blood is the evil ritual of the demon cutting open the heart of the wizard and dripping his own demon blood into the heart of the wizard. The vast majority of transformed wizards have fallen in this way.

The demons used in the regular hunting competition have been carefully screened and screened by the hunting committee, and there will be no demons that can use the gift of hard work. Therefore, even if a hunter is scratched or bitten by a demon in the hunting ground, his life will not be in danger.

"Oh, Shet!" the fat man cursed aloud.

"Is there a situation?" Zheng Qingyang used his slingshot to shoot a few runes, and after forcing a few approaching wolf demons to retreat, he immediately looked up at the blue giant.

"There's some guys out there again. The Blue Golem swung his stick vigorously and roared, "Do you still have a Shifting Charm?" I think we'd better shift our position. ”

Zheng Qing looked up into the distance.

Even without the height of the Blue Giant, he quickly noticed some unusual movements on the edge of the meadow.

The wolf demons who were originally scattered on the periphery seemed to have been frightened, and jumped out of the grass where they were hiding in a panic, and ran in the direction of the white wolf king in a panic.

Several black-skinned pig demons comparable to baby elephants, staring at their bright red eyes and two miserable white thick fangs, hummed, rampaged, and smashed several wolf demons into a dusty face.

Zheng Qing's face became more and more ugly.

"The distance of the Shifting Charm is limited, and I don't know how many monsters are ambushed around," he paused, adding, "Instead of running blindly, why don't you stay here for the time being...... The eye of the storm is safer than the edge. ”

As he said, the backward arrival of the monkey demon and the pig demon has caused most of the wolf demons to focus their attention on their competitors. The pressure on the young hunters who were trapped in the center by the demons was much less.

None of these monsters with a little more intelligence are stupid.

No one would risk breaking a few good teeth to make a wedding dress for someone else.

"Chirp!!"

Piercing birdsong came overhead.

Zheng Qing raised his head suddenly, only to see a group of flat-haired beasts with red eyes and gray feathers hanging in the air, stretching out their wings and slamming the blue fat man's head hard.

It's a bunch of sparrows.

It seems to be a sparrow-derived demon. However, compared to ordinary sparrows, each of these sparrows is comparable to pigeons. But even so, this group of winged creatures looked no different from flies in front of the blue fat man's eyes.

It's still the size of a sesame mung bean.

It's just a bit noisy.

Before the fat man could reach out to chase them away, a pink tongue popped out of the void, and with a single roll, it pulled a finch demon back into its mouth.

"Goo!quack!!"

A round frog poked its head out of the air, its mouth wriggling, and looked greedily at the group of sparrows. But immediately, it was frightened by the strong demonic aura crisscrossing the surroundings, and with a kick of its short legs, its body retracted into the void with a stagger.

"Where did the flying frog come from?!" the blue fat man scratched his head, his brain a little unable to turn.

"The wolf is on its beard, and it is carrying its tail!"

A chorus of incantations suddenly came from the northwest, and clearly fell on the ears of everyone in the Sin Hunting Party.