"Acanthus, V-shaped. ”

On a rapidly evacuating carriage, a middle-aged man is carefully sketching in his pen. Even though the carriage was bumping from side to side, the pen in his hand was not affected in the slightest. It's a habit they've developed over the years, and they're documenting the strange creatures as they run. If you don't run, you will probably turn into a pile of corpses.

Another hunter standing in the carriage sits a bow and arrow with grease at the point of the arrow and the flame on the string. "Hurry up, take a look. He said to the middle-aged man who had recorded it.

The middle-aged man didn't say a word, and kicked an oil lamp under his feet and flew away.

The bow and arrow are off the string, and it is not certain whether the bow and arrow hit the oil lamp, or the oil lamp hit the bow and arrow. Only a sound was heard, and the darkness in the distance suddenly collapsed in all directions. The rocks, the mountains, the roads, densely packed, those things seemed to be eyeing them, chasing them relentlessly, and only when they encountered those flames did the speed slow down.

At this time, the pattern of the middle-aged pen should be flexible.

He depicts a strange giant rat with human-like fingers, limbs that appear thin compared to its body, and a myriad of sharp needles that bend its back, and when it bulges, it becomes a ball full of needles.

"Its tail has become longer. The middle-aged man said. "It's a new form. ”

He crossed out the "V-shaped" on the note and changed it to "Type VI"

"How can you be sure they're not grown?" said the hunter, who was preparing his next bow and arrow.

"I'm not sure, you grabbed one and brought it to me for reference. The middle-aged man bowed his head and continued to refine his handwriting.

"Twice as long?" he flipped through his previous notes to compare, and the middle-aged man stopped the pen in his hand.

"The tail of a creature is used to improve balance during exercise, which is a natural choice. But... If it is not used to balance the body, then it must have another role in nature, which is natural selection. Again, he stressed, "Natural selection must have its case." ”

Before the middle-aged man could say anything, another hunter had wound the rocket, and the sizzle of burning grease was heard again, and as the darkness cleared, they saw death beckoning to them. Countless "short arrows" pierced the air in the cold night and rained down on them.

"Hell, beware of the attack. The middle-aged man shouted, he was reminding the driver of the horse.

He lifted a plank at his feet, used it as a shield, and took a few steps back, forty-five degrees to resist the rain of arrows. The hunter drew his hunting knife, and years of wandering told him that they might have been overtaken.

The wooden plank in the middle-aged man's hand made a tuk tuk sound from time to time, and the strength of those thorn-like things was not small, and he was sure that the power was enough to pierce the human body.

"It's their weapon, and they now have ranged attack weapons like humans. This is definitely a new form of the acanthic family. ”

A black hand grabbed the edge of their carriage, and the vigilant hunter cut it off, and a terrible cry was swept into the wheel.

"Looks like it's my turn this time. The hunter said lightly, as calmly as if he were going home.

Middle-aged people don't dare to speak out, and every time they encounter these things, they have to leave at least one person behind forever. But on the contrary, it was the one who left the first to be the happiest, leaving them to live a cold and boring life.

The middle-aged man threw the plank out, and the oil lamp smashed into the plank, and the bow and arrow set it on fire. They watched as countless ghost-headed things were crushed under the blazing planks.

The middle-aged man put the notes away and handed it to the coachman who was driving the horse, who was a member of the morning batch of supplies, and told him that he must return the things to the hunter, otherwise the ghost would not let him go.

The coachman said that unless he was a ghost, he would definitely return the things to them.

The middle-aged man was relieved when he heard this.

"The 809th Hunter 32 squad is history today. ”

The sharp hunting knife cut through the rope, and the black horse disappeared into darkness in an instant.

On the remote mountain road, a barrier suddenly disappeared from the towering wall, and then a huge rumbling sound sounded, and a boulder at the bottom was slowly hoisted. Hoygray was the first to rush out, the pungent smell rushing over them, and a cold wind poured through the small mouth into the world. This team of more than 100 people braved the wind, spread out a tactical formation, and moved forward quickly and effectively under the command of Hoy Gray.

In the next train lane at the Hunter Academy, Xia Ming yawned and walked towards the pitch-black train.

"Hey, lad. Here and here. Before he could walk in, the old man in the cab behind the smoke beckoned to him in a friendly manner.

At the same time as the train went to Sanam, it also had to transport a batch of supplies to the southern city wall. Xia Ming had seen hunters working on the southern wall, as Snowstone Town was not very far from the wall.

"Morning. Xia Ming yawned and greeted him repeatedly.

Several conductors passed by him, and two of them carried a large box carefully to the last open hold.

The old man in the cab praised Xia Ming and said, "It's so punctual, I saw your group of friends come in the middle of the night." ”

“.. Really?" Xia Ming scratched his head.

When Xia Ming swaggered into the council car, he found that everyone had a straight face, but it was Sulos, and the prejudice against him didn't seem to be so great. It can be found that Xia Ming has been staring at him, and Suloston has a fierce look in return.

At this moment, there was a neat applause from behind.

Xia Ming turned his head, his eyes almost popping out.

"I'm Lim, Ray P"

"I'm Yao Ray Pu"

One tall and one short said.

"You, why are you here?" Xia Ming asked in surprise.

"Don't want you, your call, please call us - the executor seniors, the rookies. The short man said with a pretty little grin. "Well done last night, we're here to congratulate you, and by the way, come and see what they say is the best first year. ”

"Executor senior?" Xia Ming looked at the two girls who were not yet as high as the rand, and expressed deep doubt.

Mina, Sullos also quietly turned his face sideways.

"Well, if there is no danger, we will never help. The two of them said slyly, "It's not impossible for us to do it, if you can get your hands on whatever we want." ”

At this time, Xia Ming and the others had to start believing that they were among the predecessors of those undisclosed executors.

Xia Ming sighed.

The short man Yao asked, "What are you sighing for?"

Xia Ming said: "Seeing the two of you look like this, the future is even more uncertain. ”

"Stinky boy. I think you are hard-boned, and you dare to talk to the executor seniors like this. Yao pulled his fist, and the joints actually made a crackling sound. "You owe a lesson, don't you?"

"Yao. The tall man Lin quickly grabbed her shoulder, "Have you forgotten that we are only here to congratulate him?" The rest doesn't matter so much. ”

"Lin, thank you for reminding me. Yao breathed a sigh of relief, pointed to Xia Ming's head and said, "Otherwise, this kid will be beaten back to the academy by me for treatment." ”

"yes, yes. Lin took Yao's hand, and the two left the council box together.

Xia Ming said: "How can the principal arrange for two children to act as executor seniors? ”

He had to start planning ahead.

"Monkey!"

"In... In!" Zhang Monkey stood up in a panic.

"Wait a minute, you go and spy on them. If you come back with a blue nose and swollen face, it proves that they are the executor seniors. ”

"Don't, Brother Ming. What if?"

"So you don't believe it. ”

Xia Ming sat down, took a sip of the tea made by the conductor, and stole their reactions with his eyes.

He pulled out a manuscript from the box and said, "This is the latest information I've collected about Sanan. I don't know the truth about it, so you can pass it on to each other. ”

As the six morning bells rang, the train started slowly.

The train and the mission instructions provided, as well as the strange executor seniors, were all the aid the Academy had given it. On the last page of the mission statement, it is stated that at the beginning of the mission, no intelligence gathering was allowed, and everything was started from scratch.

As for the title of the purpose, "Assist the predecessor of the executor to kill or capture the night one", it is to wait until the "night one" is seen, and watch the predecessor of the executor fight with the "night one", which is called learning.

Xia Ming wondered if if it weren't for the fact that there was a batch of supplies to be delivered to the south, would they all have to walk over on their own?

"For specific situations, please give us additional information. ”

Rand grinned and said, "There are a lot of fun places in Sanan, and the air there is excellent. ”

He suddenly quieted down, thought for a long time, and said, "But don't be seen by Abba and Grandma, otherwise it may be miserable." ”

He suddenly raised his head, "If they find out that I am in Sanan, they will definitely think that I am not doing my job. ”

"When have you done your job? Minghong teased.

"The train will stop in the middle of Sanam, and then we will change our tools and rush to the pasture near the wall. Where do you live?" he asked Rand, spreading out a hand-drawn map from the student council's office.

"No. I can't see the walls in my house, my house is in the center of eastern Sanam, but I've never been to such a remote place. ”

"Then you're worried." Zhang Monkey said.

"You know we're in business, and sometimes we run around, maybe."

"Don't worry. Minghong said. "We pretend to be travelers from the Hill Tribe, and the Hill Tribes are all covered with turbans. You just have to cover it tightly and no one will recognize it. ”

"Do you speak the language of the Qiutu tribe?" Xia Ming asked.

Rand said, "Grandma is from the Qiutu tribe. ”

Xia Ming nodded, this is the plan provided by the task statement, if it were him, it would be absolutely impossible to think of this plan.

"It's up to you this time, Rand. ”

Rand nodded nervously and said with some excitement, "I'll do my best." ”

Because he released the pigeons, Xia Ming agreed to meet again at the middle of the day, prepare equipment and clothing, and form an intra-group formation.

Xia Ming sat in his separate attic, casually checking his equipment.

A hunting knife, two crossbows (one for each shaft and one for crossbows), and a box-shaped wooden box that is said to contain a soul puppet that will bring his soul back to his homeland if he dies, but he is not prepared to die.

In addition, the costumes of the Chund tribe were not prepared, and they had to prepare them while the train stopped for supplies.

There is also a novel called "Monster Hunter" to pass the time.

His heart moved slightly, and he rolled out of the car window. At that time, the train could not trap his freedom, let alone him now.

Trying to feel the warmth of the morning light, he sat alone on the roof of the cabin near the nose of the plane. The old man in the cab saw him and waved at him. "Which girl are you thinking? The old man's kind smile was warmer than the sunshine on the horizon, which made him feel slightly better when he thought of a heavy mountain in the distance.