Chapter 289: Lanqi's Killing Spree Is in Full Swing

Under Lanqi's demonstration, Zesitila gently stretched out her hand and touched the top of the fox's head. The warm and soft touch came, and the big fox made a high and cold but intimate voice, as if showing her a friendly welcome.

Zesitila's heart suddenly surged with an indescribable ripple of joy.

She had never been in contact with animals.

The old teacher stood in the distance, watching the two students with the monsters. The picture was frozen into a warm picture, full of love and understanding. He squinted his eyes, which could not be opened, and silently sent sincere blessings and hopes to the two children in his heart.

If this school is full of good children like them, how great it would be.

The old man thought.

At this time, the bell outside the classroom finally rang. Its sound was low and long, with a little magic, and it could penetrate the wall and spread to every corner of the assessment area.

When the bell ended, the assessment would officially begin.

As the chief examiner, he would also inform the two students of the specific content that needed to be completed in this exam.

Regardless of the result of this assessment, he was willing to give the two students as high a score as possible.

However.

The long bell suddenly stopped.

Before the old teacher could speak, a cold wind suddenly blew, as if it was a warning of a storm, and the warm and harmonious atmosphere was suddenly torn apart.

The door panel was suddenly overturned and hit violently.

Several students with aggressive eyes broke into the classroom.

Their eyes showed indifference and contempt, and they regarded everything as nothing.

Without any signs or warnings, and without looking at the old teacher, they stepped into the classroom and rushed towards Lanqi and Zestira.

They were already fully armed and entered the combat state at the beginning of the assessment. The weapons in their hands flashed with a cold metallic luster, reflecting their eyes, revealing a resolute murderous aura!

However, the monsters were more sensitive to this hostility and threat.

A ball of anger suddenly burned in their eyes!

The originally calm and kind expressions instantly turned into vigilance and ferocity.

They pounced on the intruders as if it was an instinctive reflex.

In an instant, chaos filled every corner of the classroom!

The sounds of collision, roar, and metal and claw collision mixed together. The monsters fought with this group of hostile villains with their innate strength and magic.

Zestira stood aside, her eyes full of fear.

She didn't expect this group of people to be so fierce.

According to the number of figures in the distant corridor when they entered the classroom, the first wave of students should not be so many and so decisive!

In the chaos, Lanqi's eyes were also slightly worried.

"Students, stop it, these children are not aggressive!"

The old teacher hurried forward into the center of the chaos, trying to use his wisdom and experience to calm this sudden storm.

Unfortunately, in front of him, a student took a deep breath, put his right fist next to his abdomen, and then the whole person blasted out like an arrow.

"Aortic rupture fist!"

Boom!

His first punch that shocked the classroom resounded through the atmosphere and blasted into the body of the monster like thunder.

But it was actually the old man who came to persuade him to stop fighting.

The old man and the monster were immediately knocked away, sliding several meters on the classroom floor.

The monster's body was very strong and seemed to be fine, but the old man didn't know.

Zestila looked at the chaotic scene and opened her mouth blankly.

Lanqi had a distressed expression and crossed his arms.

He seemed to be worried about the decline of morals such as students beating teachers.

"Students, stop it!"

The old man tried to support himself and stood up from the ground, but these crazy students ignored him.

He had been challenged by hot-blooded students with violence several times so far.

However, even so, it was the first time he was hit so fiercely.

If he was a dozen years older, he might have been sent to see the goddess just now.

It's really sad.

The old man sighed sadly, not knowing whether he had his eyes open or closed.

Speaking of the students in these years, what happened to them?

Such vicious behavior certainly exists, but in recent years, students have become more and more violent and arrogant.

Don't they have the values ​​of people and things, the considerate heart, and the respect for the elders?

Although the living conditions in the empire have improved now, are the hearts of children really becoming more and more corrupt?

How good it was in the past.

That time when everyone was united and friendly just after the holy war.

The old man's thoughts naturally drifted back to decades ago.

At that time, the students of the Protoss Royal School of Magic were so simple, full of enthusiasm, and burning with hope for the future.

They treated him respectfully, not because they were so strong on the battlefield, but simply because they shared the same ideals.

He recalled their cheerful voices.

"Major, we will definitely learn the knowledge of raising monsters from you."

"What is the name of this little fox? It's so cute."

"I didn't expect that you, who were called the Grim Reaper on the battlefield, would be such a kind person. It's really the fault of the war."

Everyone was harmonious and friendly...

It felt just like this.

Some students with bad tempers would risk being reported and secretly rescue the monster cubs that would be sent to the slaughterhouse, register them with scientific research licenses, and protect them.

Whenever I think of these years, my heart will warm up.

Why are there no such students now?

There are still some, such as the two kind-hearted students.

In a short thought, time passed, and the classroom has become a battlefield.

This was originally a room with elegant decorations and filled with all kinds of props and ingredients, but now it is a mess.

The licorice scattered on the floor is intertwined with the dust, carrying the fallen feathers of monsters.

The roar of the monsters and the roar of the students mixed together, forming a deafening rhythm, which continued from the holy war and gradually became the ghost of the Protoss Empire, the hatred that cannot be resolved.

Faced with this incomparable tragic situation, the old man shook his head, as if he had completely lost his spirit, and couldn't even hug the monsters that he had loved for many years and raised as his children.

No, no.

Can't be angry.

How can I be impulsive at my age?

The old man tried to force a smile and said to himself.

One day, the future of the Protoss Empire will be handed over to the hands of young people.

As a teacher, you shouldn't use violence to correct students.

Just like he realized early in his youth that you can't conquer monsters with force.

Thinking of this, the old man's pale eyebrows were still full of kindness.

Just as he was about to use his old bones to try to influence these lost students.

Clang!

The door was suddenly knocked open, and a cabinet flew over. The old man was hit on the head by the cabinet and fell to the ground again.

"Luckily it's a first-level classroom!"

"Start killing!"

More students rushed in and looked at the chaotic cooking classroom, their eyes shining with cruelty and greed, sharpening their knives as if they couldn't wait to dismember all the food monsters and then get the 130,000 credits.