Chapter 541 - There is a Dead Deer in the Wild
Chapter 541 of "High School of Demon Hunting" opens showing suspense: Chapter 541: Chapter 210: There is a Dead Deer in the Wild"Should we take the... Continue the adventure!
Chapter 541: Chapter 210: There is a Dead Deer in the Wild"Should we take the initiative?"
Luke came to Joanâs side, asking in a low voice, glancing at the clover hunting team in the distance.
"Take the initiative?" Joan raised an eyebrow, looking quite surprised: "We are here to hunt demons... why should we confront people?"
"But..." Luke was immediately puzzled by his captainâs counter-question.
Before he could organize his speech again, Joan lifted her long knife, pointed directly at the tallest monkey bread tree in the central prairie, and said firmly: "Our target is the demon!"
Luke was taken aback, then took a deep breath, frowned, and nodded vigorously: "Alright."
Joan put away her long knife and smiled contentedly on her face.
Luke turned around and waved to the other hunters to come closer.
"Since we have found our prey, letâs proceed as planned..." He looked serious, apparently oblivious to the worry on his companionsâ faces: "I will assist the Captain in fighting those monkey demons; Big Footboard, your speed is relatively quick, hover around us, maintaining a distance of a single magic spell is enough..."
Ani Black nodded silently.
Lukeâs expression eased somewhat and continued, "Sharp Fork, you need to hold the line today... Pay attention, slightly broaden your barrierâs range... If you need an assistant, Insect Tail can help you."
"No...no problem!" Upon hearing that he didnât need to go to the front line, Peter Greenspan clearly heaved a sigh of relief.
Zhan Shichen ruffled his messy hair and sneered, "I think letting Insect Tail take care of the Captainâs Four Dissimilar is a good idea... Itâs clear she likes it."
"Maybe the captain just likes its firm hind thigh meat." Black chuckled, licking his tongue, "The little elf at my grandmotherâs house is the best at cooking deer meat... Braised, roasted, steamed, boiled, or dried, whether itâs stewed dragon eye coral soup or grilled Kirin eight treasures, they will all be unforgettable."
Peter swallowed loudly.
"If you all still have an appetite after the hunt, Iâll join you." Luke shrugged, pulled out a blue feather pen from his pocket with one hand, and flipped open the Law book with the other, turning to a blank page, and quickly started sketching a spell.
"Who copied the Fire Spell?" he asked without looking up from his notes.
"I did!" Ani Black immediately replied.
"Good... you know âCall South,â right?" Luke finished the last detail of the spell, looked up, glanced around satisfactorily, and whispered softly. "Trees, wilderness, dead deer, white grass... these are the gifts of nature. I didnât expect to cast this spell in the hunting ground."
"Oh oh!" Zhan Shichen whistled and grinned at Peter, "Insect Tail, your deer meat feast might be spoiled... I remember that eating magically tainted offerings will bring bad luck."
"I donât like deer meat anyway!" Peter refuted in a loud voice, then swallowed loudly again.
His comical performance caused his companions to burst into laughter.
The laughter frightened a few sparrows in the grass and also attracted the impatient gaze of the Queen of Hearts not far away.
"Are you ready?" she asked loudly.
"Almost there." Luke immediately replied, and then glanced at the plump deer next to the witch and whispered, "We still need an offering."
The witch noticed his gaze, her delicate nose wrinkled, and she looked down at the deer at her feet.
Because of the previous âApprentice Druidâ of Clover, the deer was tightly entwined by the wildly growing grass leaves around it, and was still struggling to free itself from these slender plants.
Seemingly aware of the witchâs gaze, the deer sitting paralyzed on the ground stuck out its tongue, spitting white foam, and showed a pleasing grin.
"What a pity." The witch sighed lightly, looked away, and said, "I originally thought it could live longer by following me... Being born in this little world, living in this hunting ground, is the greatest mistake."
The animals in this small world are not protected by the "Wizardâs Code".
Even if they were sentient.
The animals on the hunting ground did not receive any special consideration from the wizards because after all, this was a place where life and death were distinguished, leaving no room for tenderness and fraternity.
After mourning in silence, the witch, with a hand on her knife, leisurely walked towards that tall baobab tree.
The gentle breeze carried her elusive sigh: "...Iâll leave the rest to you."
At the end of her sentence, the witch disappeared without a trace, just like her elusive sigh swept away by the wind.
The hunters of the Queen of Hearts could vaguely judge their captainâs current state from the undulating wild grass and vibrations in the air.
"Quick! Follow the plan!!" Luke shouted, with one hand pressing on the deerâs head and the other hand vigorously waving: "Big Footboard! Fire Spell!"
Ani Black held up the Law book high: "Flowing Fire in July, the wind rises (bĂŹ) (bĹ)!"
The wind rose abruptly before the spellâs sound fell.
Along with the gusty wind, sparks appeared little by little in mid-air, subsequently gathering into clusters of fire.
The cluster of fire flickered, changing from blue to orange, and finally becoming incandescent.
Against the backdrop of these fire clusters, the originally brilliant sunlight seemed to lose its color, becoming much dimmer.
The rolling heat waves surged from all directions and spread everywhere.
Luke ripped out the page with the spell he had just copied from his law book and threw it into a nearby fire cluster, shouting loudly: "Lin has Park Su!"
All the plants in the wasteland seemed to come alive in an instant, growing crazily under the effect of the spell. The fire fell among these plants, making a beeping sound.
When the vegetation exploded, Luke crushed the deerâs head in one go: "The fields have dead deer!"
The deerâs body seemed to lose all its moisture in an instant, becoming dry and hard.
"Pure bundle of white grass!"
Slim, whitened wild grass strands emerged from the fire and shot into the void, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, the monkeys in the baobab tree suddenly started to scream in panic.
Dense, incandescent white grass strands emerged from the void, climbing up the tree randomly. In the blink of an eye, the towering baobab tree turned into a torch, burning brightly, becoming the most brilliant spot in the wilderness.
The shrill scream of the Demon King of Monkeys pierced through layers of firelight, stimulating everyoneâs eardrums, but it did not drown out Lukeâs final spell: "...Summon Shao South Mang Howl!"
A low dog bark rang in everyoneâs ears.
In midair, those incandescent fire clusters summoned by the Fire Spell dispersed instantly under this low howl, turning into puffs of white ash, spreading in all directions, and quickly rendering the wasteland gray.
The baobab tree, turned into a torch, also lost its color under this dog bark.
The monkey demons seemed to have become statues, staring blankly at this colorless world.
A snow-white blade suddenly lit up in this gray world.
Seven or eight figures of Joan almost simultaneously appeared in the demon crowd.
Blood spurted out, staining the gray world red.