Chapter 64 The Current Situation of the Black Prison

At the end of the first academic year of Zheng Qing's university career, the war that broke out in the underworld had a profound impact on a world that had already been plunged into darkness and silence.

The grand flesh and blood sacrifice of wizards and demons, coupled with the birth of an ancient one and digital legends, brought a vibrant magical tide to the underworld.

When the war ended, the two suns transformed by Professor Emma and the giant bird Sheeds left one after another. The Siren King, holding his star high and leaping out of the River of Destiny, left a trace in the sky of the Black Hell World. Profound traces - centered on the rising shadow of the Siren King's blue star, a naturally bred 'sun' was slowly born in the void.

Although it is just a light blue illusory shadow now, it can already illuminate the entire world like a moon. And in the foreseeable future, with the slow recovery of the new ancient one, the light of this 'sun' will become more and more brilliant.

The new sun pulls the surging tide, from the outside in, improving the almost dead state of the hell world, just like spring thunder and drizzle on dry land, nourishing the dry world.

A new cycle begins.

As a result, new life reappeared in the world.

But the reason why the world of Guixu is called Guixu is not just because it lost the sun, nor can it be completely saved by one or two rounds of active magic tides. The many monsters born in the depths of the already desolate world are like vines and bugs lying on the big tree, blocking the light of the big tree and boring out holes one after another in it, constantly eroding the life that the world depends on for survival. base.

For example, the rot that was born in the place where the death energy was stagnant sucked the magic power between heaven and earth like a water pump, creating a poisonous miasma that corroded the crystal walls of the world; another example is the ogre tribe that dispersed after the war, and is surging. With the help of magic power and abundant corpses, it rapidly grew and spread like locusts in the new world.

And the most terrifying thing is the earth dragons that were transformed into a kind of god-like creature due to devouring the twisted earth energy when sorting out the earth's veins. They penetrated into the depths of the earth like poison, and swallowed up the newly born magic power like a black hole. The desert is raging, and not a single blade of grass grows.

"...The energy that escapes during the surge of magic power is very beneficial to ordinary wizards, and these pests must be eliminated. So the school finally selected this place as your training ground."

Old Man Verne pointed to the names at the top of the parchment list and summed it up simply:

"Killing the evil earth dragon can eliminate the distorted earth energy. Cleaning up the rot and hunting ogres can make the world healthier... For second-year students, these are very good trial objects."

"This magic tide will last for several years. In the initial stage of its surge, which is now, the quality of the escaping energy is the highest."

"Feeling them, guiding them, and seizing this rare opportunity will allow you to accumulate magic power faster and become stronger. Don't waste the opportunity given to you by the school."

The old man picked up the cup and took a sip of the still steaming tea.

There was silence in the tent. Apart from the subtle breathing of the young wizards, there was only the faint sound of crows outside the tent, making endless noises.

A hungry light bug fluttered its wings, fell from the roof of the tent, swayed around the shoulders of the old wizard in gray robes for several times, and finally landed in his gray beard, sucking a few strands hanging from his beard. Drops of tea.

Its belly swelled and slowly shone dimly.

It seemed to bring an end to the old man's explanation.

Li Meng rubbed his fingers, stood on tiptoes, and stared at the fat light bug, as if he wanted to catch it, looking eager to try.

Old Man Verne decisively twirled his beard, caught the crawling insect, and threw it to the little witch to prevent his beard from suffering.

This episode also brought several young wizards who were immersed in the events in the dark prison back to their senses.

"So, we don't need to prepare for Flick because we have experienced the most critical point in the transformation of the Hell World...that is, the time when the Siren King advanced."

Having said this, Zheng Qing glanced at the little witch who was still alive and kicking, paused, and asked abruptly:

"What should she do?"

This question seems a bit confusing. Although he didn't mention him by name, several of his companions looked at him and knew what the wizard meant.

Li Meng is the only member of the team who has no experience in the Black Hell War, which means that she must spend some time preparing for Flick.

"Xiaomeng and I are staying at the camp to help you prepare some magic potions." Jiang Yu immediately replied: "You can discuss exploring one or two areas first..."

"There are not many exploration battle formations suitable for four hunters." Zhang Jixin crossed his arms and frowned.

"I don't need your company!"

Li Meng suddenly shook off Jiang Yu's hand, with a sullen face, showing a rare seriousness: "I'm going to be a sophomore in college soon, can't I even take care of myself? You can't stay with me forever!" "

The little witch's somewhat strong reaction was not only beyond Jiang Yu's expectation, but also shocked several other wizards. This was the first time Zheng Qing saw her having the courage to resist the arrangements of Squad Leader Jiang.

He couldn't help but quietly gave a thumbs up to classmate Li Meng.

Jiang Yu glared at the boy fiercely, then looked at her cousin, with a trace of hesitation on her face.

Sensing the witch's worry, Old Man Verne coughed lightly and said with relief: "There is no need to worry about the safety of the camp... I, Stendhal, and a few other old guys will stay in the camp to help you with some logistical work. For example, provide a safe and warm place to sleep, or cook some chickpeas for you to fill your stomach. Well, just think of us as NPCs in the game world who issue tasks..."

"You also play video games?" Zheng Qing suddenly opened his eyes.

The other companions, except Xiao Xiao, all looked confused, obviously not understanding what the terms mentioned by the old man and Zheng Qing meant.

"Me, only I play."

The old man Verne corrected him in a gentle tone: "I just look older. In fact, I am less than a hundred years old... Wizards of my age always have some weird hobbies."

"It's not weird at all to play games." Zheng Qing always felt something was strange.

"But it's very strange for wizards." The old man pinched his beard and chose to end the topic. He turned to look at the other young people: "Before going out, I need to remind you young people that this is not a hunting ground, but a real hunting ground." A different world where safety is more important than mission.”

"A normal team might need to waste a day preparing for Flick, but for you, I think you can go out after taking a short rest."

"That's a huge advantage."