The roars of man and beast mingled to form a shrill and indistinguishable sound of metallic clash.

The intruders and the previously tame monsters were blindly venting their anger at each other in a battle of friendship and foe, their blades and claws flickering in the light, each swing with a cold and decisive killing intent, as if to cut off all the lives that stood in their way.

The beasts' eyes were also occupied by burning rage, and their massive bodies leaped across the battlefield, shaking the classroom with each touch.

They tore through the approaching foes with their sharp claws, flung their mighty tails out, and threw the students into the air before slamming them into the floor with a heavy thud.

However, as more and more students joined the battlefield, the originally dominant Warcraft side gradually appeared on the battle line.

"Students......"

The old man, who staggered to his feet, raised his hand as if he wanted to reach something, and said.

But a swarm of students rushed in, and more students ignored him at all.

Their eyes seem to have been filled with desire, and they have completely lost to the devil in their hearts.

The old man, who had not yet recovered, covered his forehead that was sore from the impact just now, and with the greatest effort in his life, he tried to hold back and scold these students.

Although the urge to cut down all these students had sprung up in his heart just now, he desperately endured it.

Be patient, be patient, these kids are not malicious.

They just tried to get to know Warcraft in the wrong way.

After the old man coughed vigorously, he immediately said loudly with great effort:

"Students, don't hurt those children by mistake, they may look vicious, but as long as you are willing to communicate with them......"

But things went beyond his expectations.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway became more and more distinct, as if everyone had discovered a treasure of heaven and earth, and the uncontrollable rush in, drowning out his words again.

These students rushed in like a tidal wave, and without asking, they began to fight with the monsters.

Originally, in his opinion, it was still in a situation of small fights, but now it is about to become one-sided, and even the Warcraft will not be able to withstand the attack.

"Students, please don't hurt these children! The assessment is not for you to conquer them! ”

The old man's eyebrows were almost furrowed, and he shouted anxiously.

Useless.

His voice didn't stop the students from doing it.

Instead, it makes them even more cruel and agitated to use force!

"Look at these damn ingredients, I'll dismember them all for you! Don't thank me, old man! ”

"You want me to stop and dream!"

The student's expression was extremely hideous, and his attack was extremely fierce, like a butcher, trying to dismember all the demonic beasts.

Teachers in a first-level difficulty examination room, they are still stepping on the rules, what can they do?

The blood stains spread freely on the original white floor tiles, and like the shattered glass, they could not be changed back to their former appearance.

"Why...... Why have you all become so cruel......"

The old man looked at this chaotic scene out of control, his eyes were full of horror and sadness, and his hands were trembling.

"Heh, it's quite spirited, it takes some effort to kill it."

"Old man, how many credits can I get for killing one?"

Looking at the cooking classroom, which quickly turned into a mess, the students continued to speak arrogantly and even sarcastically.

A chaotic battle between people and between people and monsters also made them angry.

It's in the middle of that.

A classroom full of madness and malice.

Blood and the howls of monsters came and went.

The old man's expression finally froze on his face.

He understood that the children he had raised with great care and would not allow anyone to harm them were now being treated cruelly.

I see.

It's true that times have changed.

Today's children have all gone bad.

The old man turned around quietly, hunched over and walked to the side of the classroom, as if he understood something.

He opened the metal cabinet and took out a large scythe from inside.

"Hehehehehehe...... It's great that young people are so energetic nowadays......"

The old man smiled slightly, and the heavy sickle in his hand was waved twice by him as easily as a wooden branch, making a low sound in the air.

Suddenly, everyone's movements stopped.

They felt a chill in their backs.

When they look back.

I found that the old man's open eyes were already flashing with dark red light, as if the sleeping beast in his body had awakened.

This teacher ...... At least the sixth order.

And it's quite a scary kind.

With such a cold aura that is about to hit the face, I am afraid that I don't know how many lives are on my hands!

But isn't the cooking classroom using these beasts as ingredients?

Although they admit that they were a little disrespectful to the teacher just now, why does he show signs of madness!?

Accompanied by the sound of swallowing saliva one after another, as well as the slight friction sound when the footsteps subconsciously took half a step back, in an instant, the entire classroom erupted in extremely chaotic sound again.

"Instead of letting you inherit the future of Protos, why don't I take care of the empire and clean you all!"

The old man's twisted facial muscles at the moment seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, and he wielded a scythe with the handle in both hands, accompanied by a cold wild laugh, and his body continued to torture and kill these thugs with no respect for life.

A few blood flowers splashed in the classroom, and at the same time, several figures fell to the ground.

The student who was caught up by him instantly appeared on his body with several checkerboard-like blood lines, which directly triggered the blood-locking protection of the enchantment, although his life was saved, but this kind of injury that his body was about to be split open, and he was afraid that he would not be able to heal if he did not lie in the hospital for a few months.

"The teacher has killed someone!!"

"Don't!!"

Tens of seconds later.

Rumble!

Rumble!!

There was a loud bang.

The shelves of props that had been neatly arranged were now staggered to the ground, and the fine glass and amber bottles and cans were shattered into pieces, scattered and scattered, and the walls and ceilings were in shambles, whether steel or marble were all split.

The scythe's blade sliced through the magical energy circuits and water pipes are still bursting with electric cocoons and columns of water.

In the distance, only a pure land of classrooms that has not yet been touched remains.

"I'll just say that the class should be changed like this, if the teacher doesn't kill the students, how can the style of study be correct."

Ranch turned his head sideways to look at Zestila, and sighed rather relaxedly,

"Now they should spend their whole lives remembering to respect their teachers and love animals."

He is very pleased with the gains and changes made by teachers and students.

“……！？”

Zestila didn't know what to say, and hugged the big fox tightly.

What kind of school did you come from?!

(End of chapter)