Monster Hunting High School

The sun at noon hung in the center of the northern sky, without a trace of cloud. In the blue background, there is only a big black bird, spreading its wide wings and soaring between the sea and the sky.

The venomous sunlight falls on the sparkling sea, reflecting the charming colors.

This is an empty sea. From the front to the place where the sea and the sky meet, there is nothing unexpected or strange, only the rich blue.

The gentle sea breeze gently blew through the water, pulling out the underwater flying fish schools, facing the sun, crackling and flapping their wide fins.

What startled these little creatures was not a ferocious ocean predator, but a three-masted sailing ship with a length of 100 meters.

A black sailboat sleeping quietly on the sea.

The whole hull of the ship is black and shiny. The jet-black hull seemed to be glazed, shining in the sun.

Five dim horizontal sails were hung on the first two main masts, and a large triangular sail was hung on the last mast. The canvases were all spread wide, but the black ship was strangely parked in place, motionless. The sea for miles around was motionless.

On the deck at the stern of the ship, there was a wind lantern. The light was weak and the flame was green. But even when the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly, the light emitted a dazzling light, covering the entire ship in its own light.

Several thick ropes were tightly tied to the mast with the bow slanting forward toward the sky, running through the entire black ship and firmly tied to the thick mast in the center of the ship.

Under the bowsprit, there is a statue of a banshee on the bow with hands clasped together.

The banshee's scarlet eyes shone slightly, her expression was as if she were a stranger, and her body was as white as jade, forming a sharp contrast with the black ship. She was only covered with a layer of gauze, but there was a thick red iron chain wrapped around her neck, arms, and around her body.

Dozens of large snakes with fine scales as thick as arms were coiled around her head. At this moment, these cold cave enthusiasts were slouching weakly under the scorching sun, spitting out letters and hanging on the mast that looked like a spear at the bow of the ship.

Warm days always make people feel lazy.

Laziness creates a lethargic atmosphere.

The deck was empty, not a single crew member was seen diligently wiping the deck, and no one even bothered to swing the rope hanging on the mast.

There was a rough cloth lounge chair on the roof of the cabin.

On the lounge chair, a young man with black hair wearing a pink polo shirt and white and green beach pants held an open copy of "Lady Duoduo" on his face. There was a faint snoring sound under the magazine.

On the main mast directly behind the sleeping young man, there was a bald man in coarse shorts hanging, his head drooped, motionless and lifeless. He spread his arms like the crucified Jesus, and his strong body was covered with scars.

In front of the left side of the ship, a tall blond young man was leaning. He held a thick cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and stared motionless at the fishing rod in front of him.

Perhaps he was the only sober man on deck.

The black sailboat stood alone in this calm sea, with only rolling waves as far as the eye could see. The sober guy found no other pleasure than fishing.

But even this little bit of fun slowly melted away under the strong sunlight.

"Damn it!" the blond young man cursed angrily.

His fishing rod had no chance to reel in the line from morning until now. The quiet sea surface was like a piece of blue glass without any ripples. The piece of intestine hanging on the hook didn't even attract a blowfly.

"Have these wizards done too many poisonous experiments recently that even flies hate their flesh and blood?" The blond young man speculated maliciously and raised his head in boredom.

Then he saw the black spot hovering high in the sky.

"Damn you flat-haired beast!" The young man took a heavy drag on his cigarette.

It was all the big bird's fault.

He raised his eyelids, glanced at the black spot in the sky with his scarlet eyes, and blew out a smoke ring.

In the center of the smoke ring, the big bird spread its wings nonchalantly.

Ever since the captain discovered a pair of wizard eyes hanging above his head, he ordered everyone to raise the sails and drop anchor.

So the black ship stopped at this place where only one bird pooped.

Originally, at this time, everyone should be listening to the sirens singing songs on the white sand beaches of the Mediterranean Sea, killing the two Minotaurs raised by the Parliament under the moon, and expressing praise to the beautiful moon.

Unexpectedly, everything was ruined because of a big bird.

"Harry!" The blond young man threw half of the cigarette in his hand into the sea, stared at the deck chair on the roof of the cabin, and shouted angrily: "Have you really not picked out the eggs recently? That flat-haired beast is here with us. My head has been spinning for three days!”

The snoring under "Ms. Duoduo" stopped. The young man in the pink POLO shirt blocked his ears with his hands, muttered a few words, turned sideways, turned his butt towards the blond young man beside the boat, and continued to enjoy the comfort in the sun. .

The blond young man narrowed his eyes again.

A trace of blood flashed in his pupils, and a violent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The anger that had been building up for three days only needed an unfounded reason to explode.

Maybe after the fight, the two men would be beaten up by the captain, and then hung on the mast to dry.

But if he didn't take action, he was worried that he would be burned to ashes by the fire stagnating in his heart.

The blond young man rubbed his palms and made a series of small bursts of air.

With his butt facing him, the muscles of the young man wearing a pink POLO shirt were tense, and the snoring under "Lady Duoduo" disappeared without a trace.

The large snakes with fine scales hanging on the bowsprit seemed to sense something. They straightened their necks and hissed at the blond young man and the young man in pink.

The smooth head of the thick man hanging on the mast shook slightly.

For a moment, a strange silence fell on the deck.

At this time, a 'pop' sound, like a soft sound like bubbles being popped, came from the bow of the ship, breaking the silence on the deck.

A slim figure flashed at the tip of the bowsprit following the sound.

The sound of high-heeled shoes clacked rapidly as the figure trotted across the mast on cat steps.

When passing the bottom of the mast, the figure snorted coldly and stamped his feet heavily. The large thin-scaled snakes that were crawling around the mast looked at their companions who were stomped in two parts, and screamed in horror, fled in all directions, and rolled back. The top of the Banshee's head.

"Nikita, I haven't seen you for a few years. Your temper has become a lot worse." The blond young man followed the severed snake meat and watched it fall into the sea. His tone was quite unkind: "When will the Lich King be able to Going wild on the sea.”

The calm sea rolled. A group of small white fish submerged the piece of snake meat like foam. Before a trace of blood could escape, the snake meat melted into the snow-like foam.