Monster Hunting High School

Every fallen wizard has experienced desperate struggles.

Nikita vaguely remembered the first time he slit the wizard's throat.

At that time, she was wandering at the end of the Nile River. The scorching sun was scorching the earth, and the sand under her feet was like a swamp, sucking her forcefully into the depths of darkness.

A young wizard has been hanging behind her for more than a month. Hunters always have endless patience with their prey, so he watched her staggering and staggering forward in the desert from a distance.

She hasn't eaten in a week.

The demon blood completely transformed her physically and mentally. When wizard, or human, food is taken into the mouth, it will be spat out in a more violent manner. Only blood food can be accepted by the demon's body.

Of course, the flesh and blood of animals can barely satisfy the hunger, but the more you eat, the stronger your hunger will be. Every creature that walks upright is like a moving candy, exuding an alluring sweet smell.

She resisted this desire.

So she fled deep into the desert.

There is not a soul here except ugly insects.

Except for the wizard who loomed far behind her.

Lying on his back in the hot sand, Nikita looked at the endless blue sky with no focus. Insects in the desert are extremely powerful. Under their tough carapace, there is a sulfuric acid-like body fluid. The liquid burned her tender lips and irritated her mouth and tongue. But what really left her completely bruised was the young wizard's loud curses.

She knew that was a common method used by hunters. The spirit of a wizard who is corrupted by demons will become very fragile, and he can easily go crazy under stimulation and make irrational actions. When she was studying at First University, she was one of the best.

The young wizard was not far away.

Nikita turned her head and looked at him with slightly red eyes.

What a beautiful young man. There was a trance in her heart. If he were still in the academy and such a young man received such attention from me, he would definitely blush with embarrassment and be at a loss. But now, this young man will only look at himself warily, open his Dharma book, and be ready to throw the thunder curse on his head at any time.

There's no going back.

She looked up at the sky again and closed her eyes.

The young man's short screams could be heard in his ears, as well as the heavy impact of his body falling to the ground.

Nikita struggled to sit up.

Beside the sand dune, an old man shrouded in a large black robe was looking at her with scarlet eyes.

"Dead." The old man's voice was dry and hoarse, like a cold wind blowing through the dry woods. He raised the slender cane under his robe and pointed at the body lying on the ground in front of him.

Nikita hesitated, rolled over to the young wizard's side, and touched his neck.

The pulse had indeed disappeared.

The old man touched her head lovingly, like a puppy. He raised the iron crutch in his hand and stabbed the dead wizard's neck.

Blood flowed softly from the black hole, exuding an alluring aroma.

Like the black bread I received from the old magician when I was a kid.

Nikita lowered her head and sucked.

Then, sobbing, she slit his throat and drank heavily.

Since then, she has had a new teacher. He is the Lich King's staff, and the old man asked her to call him Sir Ulrich.

Jazz took her out of the Sahara and returned to the Lich King's territory.

As the days passed, Nikita seemed to have become familiar with the life of a lich. But in the eyes of other monsters, she became a shame to Teacher Ulrich.

Because she only eats the corpses of wizards.

"Take your time, don't rush, everyone is like this in the beginning." The old jazz always comforted her like this.

Until Zhou Zhou came to the territory of the Lich King. Facing her evil companions, Nikita found that she still could not face the death of the wizard.

So she took the little witch and ran away again.

Now, on board the Mist, there was finally nowhere to escape, and Nikita suddenly felt a sense of relief in his heart.

Maybe this is what Mr. Ulrich meant.

The demon who has fallen into darkness can only survive if he sinks deeper.

Memories only last for a brief moment.

But it seems to be as unforgettable as eternity.

Nikita crouched at the captain's feet, his face expressionless, his red eyes looking crystal clear in the darkness.

"Please let me stay on board."

The captain of the Mist sat silently behind the table, with the wooden plate that had previously contained 'memories' placed in front of him. On the plate is the little witch's brain, which looks like a bright peach, with pink juice smeared on the white flesh.

The black thorn in the captain's hand quickly stirred the folds on his brain, and wisps of blue mist penetrated his nasal cavity like a winding snake.

for a long time.

The bright peach gradually loses its luster, revealing its slate-gray essence.

"Although you have offered sacrifices and boarded my ship, it does not mean that you can stay on the ship." The captain's gentle voice sounded slowly: "So you need to give me a good reason."

Nikita was silent for a few seconds.

"I want to live well!" she gritted her teeth.

"Hey!" The captain raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the witch in front of him with interest, his dark red eyes flashing with an inexplicable luster: "This is a good reason, but it is not enough."

"I can sneak into First University's flight." Nikita said this very calmly.

This is the secret between the boy with emerald green eyes and her. When she revealed this secret, she was no longer connected to her past self.

There is indeed no involvement.

The Nikita in the past died just now, and the one standing here now is Nikita Zhou.

The captain played with the black thorn in his hand and looked out the window in concentration.

The afterglow of the setting sun coats the sea with a layer of tempting jam, and the dark blue sky is like a huge tablecloth covering this huge cake.

Many interesting details flowed from the little witch's memory just now.

Deep in the distant silent forest, in that black hole-like prison, an ancient tree sprouted new buds. This is a very big deal. But First University only added one dean to the black jail.

In the captain's impression, when the old tree blooms, First University will arrange at least a great wizard at the level of vice president to take care of it.

This meant that something happened at First University that interested him.

The captain raised his head, looked at Nikita gently, and said: "Since you can enter that flight, then go in."

Nikita nodded slowly.

"If you have nothing else, just go up there and help. Tell them we are going to the north."

Nikita did not leave immediately.

The captain looked at her quietly.

"I want her." Nikita stared at the withered peach on the wooden plate on the table.

This is the last relic left in the world by the little witch Zhou Zhou.

"What a strange request." The captain shook his head and agreed.

Nikita held the withered brain, lowered his head meekly, and quickly left this dark world.