Chapter 210: There are dead deer in the wild
"Do you want to strike first?"
Luke approached Joan's side and asked in a low voice, glancing at the Clover Hunting Team in the distance.
"Dominating?" Joan raised her eyebrows, as if surprised, "We're here to hunt demons...... Why do you want to control people?"
"But......" Luke was immediately confused by his captain's rhetorical question.
Before he could organize his words again, Joan swung his long knife and pointed it at the tallest baobab tree in the middle of the grassland, and said in a firm tone, "Our goal is the demon!"
Luke was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath, frowned, and nodded vigorously, "Okay." â
Joan put away her long knife and smiled with satisfaction on her face.
Luke turned and waved for the other hunters to come closer.
"Now that we've found the prey, we'll ......go ahead with the plan," he grimaced, seemingly completely unaware of the worry on the faces of his companions, "I'll assist the captain in confronting the monkey demons......
Ani Black nodded silently.
Luke's face softened a little, and he continued: "Pointed fork, it's still you who press the formation today...... Note that the enchantment range is slightly expanded...... If you need help, you can ask Wormtail to help you. â
"No... No problem!" Peter Greenspan was visibly relieved to hear that he didn't need to go to the front.
Zhan Shichen rubbed his messy hair and pouted, "I think it's a good idea to let Wormtail take care of the captain's four...... You can see that she loves it. â
"Maybe the captain just likes its firm back thigh meat. Blake smiled and licked his tongue: "My grandmother's elf is the best at making venison...... Braised or roasted, steamed, boiled, or preserved, whether it is stewed longan coral soup or roasted unicorn Bazhen, you can have an endless aftertaste. â
Peter swallowed loudly.
"If you still have this appetite after the hunt, then I will eat with you. Luke shrugged, pulled a blue quill from his pocket with one hand, opened the book with the other, lifted it to the blank page, and quickly sketched a spell.
"Who copied the Flowing Fire Spell?" he asked distractedly in his busyness.
"Me!" Ani Black immediately agreed.
"Very good...... Let's know 'Zhaonan'. After Luke had finished recording the last bit of the incantation, he raised his head, looked around with satisfaction, and whispered, "Woods, wilderness, dead deer, white grass...... It's a gift from nature. I hadn't thought I'd be able to use this spell on the hunting grounds. â
"Ahh......h I remember that if you eat a sacrifice that has been contaminated with magic, you will be unlucky. â
"I don't like to eat venison in the first place!" Peter retorted, swallowing loudly.
His burlesque performance drew laughter from several of his companions.
The laughter startled a few small finches in the thatch, and also attracted the impatient gaze of Queen of Hearts not far away.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"It's just a little bit closer. Luke replied immediately, then glanced at the fat deer beside the witch and whispered, "One more sacrifice." â
The witch noticed his gaze, her small nose wrinkled, and she glanced down at the elk at her feet.
Because of Shamrock's 'apprentice druid' not long ago, the elk was entangled in the thatch leaves that grew wildly around him, and he was still trying to break free from the slenderness of these slender plants.
As if sensing the witch's gaze, the elk sitting on the ground stuck out its tongue and foamed at the foam, revealing a flattering smirk.
"It's a shame. The witch sighed softly, turned her face away, and looked into the distance: "I thought it would live a little longer with me...... To be born in this small world, to live in this hunting ground, is the biggest mistake. â
The animals in the small world are not protected by the Wizarding Code.
Even if they are spiritual.
The animals in the hunting ground will not receive too much special attention from the wizards, after all, this is a place that distinguishes between life and death, and does not tolerate too much warmth and fraternity.
After a moment of silence, the witch held a knife in one hand and walked unhurriedly towards the tall baobab tree.
The breeze sent her a faint sigh: "...... The rest of the matter, please. â
After speaking, the witch's figure disappeared without a trace with the wind, just like her faint sigh.
The hunters of the Queen of Hearts can vaguely judge the current state of their captain based on the undulating thatch and the vibrations in the air.
"Quick!!!!
Ani Black held the law book in his hand high: "July Flowing Fire, Great Wind (bì) å (bÅ)!"
Before the spell fell, the wind rose suddenly.
Accompanied by the strong wind, sparks flashed in the air, and then gathered into clusters of fire.
The fire flickered and darkened, slowly turning from blue to orange and finally to incandescent.
The original bright sunlight seemed to lose its color against the background of these fires, and became much darker.
The heat wave came from all directions and spread out in all directions.
Luke tore off the page of the spell that he had just copied in his law book, threw it into a ball of fire not far away, and roared loudly, "Lin Youpu Su!"
The large and small plants and trees in the wasteland seemed to come to life in an instant, entangled and grown madly under the effect of the spell, and the fire fell among these plants and trees, making a loud beeping sound.
When the grass exploded, Luke smashed the elk's head: "There are dead deer in the wild!"
The flesh and bones of the elk seemed to lose their moisture in an instant and became dry.
"White Grass Pure Bunch!"
Thin, burned, whitish thatch poked out of the fire and plunged into the void, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, the monkeys on the bread tree suddenly screamed in panic.
Dense incandescent thatch poked out of the void and clinged to the tree. In the blink of an eye, the tall baobab tree becomes a torch and brightens up as the most brilliant place in the wilderness.
The Wild Monkey Demon King's sharp roar broke through the layers of firelight, stimulating everyone's eardrums, but it didn't suppress Luke's last incantation: "...... Summoning shao Nan å°š mang bark!"
A low bark rang in everyone's ears.
In mid-air, the incandescent flames that had been summoned by the Flowing Fire Spell burst apart in an instant at the sound of this low bark, turning into a puff of white ash and scattering in all directions, dyeing the wasteland gray in the blink of an eye.
The baobab tree, which had been transformed into a torch, also lost its color at the barking of the dog.
The monkey demons seemed to have turned into sculptures, staring blankly at the discolored world.
The snow-white sword light suddenly lit up in this gray.
The figure of seven or eight Dao Qiong appeared in the demon group almost at the same time.
Blood gushed out, staining this gray world red.