Chapter 54 A Song of Ice and Fire

Zheng Qing never thought that he would be involved in the trouble of the forest goods market in such a way.

When the Sheriff of Beta Town North District asked if there were any registered hunters in the store, he was still wondering whether to go back to school directly later or stop by Beta Town Pedestrian Street and go to Linjing Painting or Mu Shiniang. Valentine's Day present.

After all, such a big thing happened in the forest goods market, and it might not be settled for a while. Their original plan to continue purchasing in the afternoon must have been ruined.

But after so many thoughts, he ignored that one of his fellow travelers was a very enterprising reporter for the school newspaper - a little earlier, at the Lin commodity market, if Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao hadn't been holding him tightly, the fat man would have been there long ago. I followed Commissioner Andrew of the Trident Sword to do the interview.

As Fatty Xin, who is determined to attack the 'Golden Quill', seeing that he can be involved in this big news involving alien envoys, he will never let go of this opportunity.

Outside the window, the violent magic fluctuations became more and more obvious.

In the hotel, the wizards and wizards stared at each other, and finally their eyes were focused on Fatty Xin and the others at the table.

The corners of Zheng Qing's mouth twitched, and he stared at the fat man in front of him. He had already put him in the pan, stir-fried, and stewed him a hundred times. He believed that Xiao Xiao, who was quietly packing up his notebook next to him, had the same idea in his heart.

Fatty Xin chuckled and winked at Zheng Qing, but he had no intention of taking back his raised arm.

"Can I be a quasi-hunter?" He looked at the Sheriff standing in front of the bar with a brave and fearless expression: "Although our Exoneration Hunting Team has not been officially registered yet, it is only a matter of time... to protect the wizarding world. Your safety is the obligation of every First University student!”

What he said was sonorous and powerful, and his words were righteous.

If Zheng Qing hadn't known about Fatty's plan, he would have almost believed it.

"Ah! I'm sorry! I know they were the first place in last year's College Cup freshman competition!" The girl by the window suddenly shouted softly: "Their captain was included in the Major Arcana by this year's magic wand, and is owned by the 'World' By!"

This slightly abrupt explanation attracted more and more attention to the three young wizards.

Fatty Xin stood up with a hunched belly, trying his best to show a modest smile on his face. He pointed at Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao and introduced: "...Although the hunters in our hunting team are not complete now, we have our most powerful ones. The captain, the most powerful diviner, and me, an ordinary auxiliary hunter, are enough to form a small hunting team."

Zheng Qing felt like his ears were about to burn.

He didn't need to look around with his peripheral vision, just his not very sensitive ears could pick up a large wave of very interested whispers. He tried to keep a straight face, raised his head, and looked at the chin of the security captain.

Baggy, not much of a moustache.

Now that the fat man has dragged him into the water, he must show off the momentum of the Major Arcana and continue to shrink his head. This will serve no other purpose than to make himself look irresponsible.

"If you need our help, it's your duty to do so." The young public-funded student stood up, bowed slightly, and spoke in a polite tone.

"Very good." The Sheriff looked at him a few more times with great interest, then turned around and told the proprietress of the shop: "Their expenses will be charged to my account... we will calculate them together later."

Then he waved to the three young wizards: "Follow me... take out your Dharma books, maybe you will need them later."

When Zheng Qing heard this, he immediately took out his Dharma book and grabbed it in his hand.

After taking a few steps and hesitating for a moment, he put his hand into the gray cloth bag again and pulled out his Colt Silver Python. If you encounter any emergency, shooting is always faster than turning the pages of a book.

Xiao Xiao was one position behind Zheng Qing and followed closely behind him. Instead of taking out the Dharma book as requested by the Sheriff, he took out a dry turtle shell and placed it in front of him. The turtle shell was covered with golden talismans, flowing slowly between the wizard's fingers.

Fatty Xin was last among the three - mainly because he wasted some time packing up the remaining fried chicken and braised pork on the table - when he walked past the front desk before going out, he begged the landlady for a few mint candies and a bottle of wine with a stern face. A wet tissue.

"Hiss... I thought the fire would be very hot!" After the fat man opened the door and came out, he immediately shivered and stuffed a piece of mint candy into each of his two companions: "Why is it so cold?!"

Zheng Qing frowned, took the mint, and nodded: "It's indeed a bit unusual."

The temperature outside the store was unexpectedly cold. It was not as hot as it should be after a fire. Instead, it felt like the feeling after raging ice and snow. Every breath brings out a white mist.

Zheng Qing raised his head and looked at the sky.

The winter sun was not particularly warm to begin with, but now it is particularly cold. If it weren't for the time on the clock and the brightness reminders around them, Zheng Qing had every reason to believe that it was a moon hanging above their heads, not the sun.

"Huh..." The Sheriff took a long breath, and the white air was like an arrow, leaving a deep mark in the air: "It must not be Wild Hunt."

Robert also raised his head, glanced at the cold sun, and murmured.

Immediately, he cheered up and looked back at the boy behind him: "Can the Four Symbols Formation work? I stand in the old yang position, at the head; the fortune teller stands in the old yin position, holding down the formation from behind; the fat man, in the shao yin position, is on the left Fu...and the world, you stand in Shaoyang and contain it from the side."

As he spoke, he glanced at the talisman gun in Zheng Qing's hand again, and added with a smile: "The weapon is good, and the containment is just right."

The three boys from the Exoneration Hunting Team nodded nervously without any objection.

Although it was just a few short conversations, the Sheriff of Beta Town arranged tactics and positions very reasonably, and could be said to be rich in experience.

As for the positioning and movement of the Four Symbols Formation, the Forgiveness Hunting Team practiced a lot under the supervision of Deng Xiaojian last semester and are very familiar with it.

The diamond-shaped battle formation was shrouded in a light yellow protective halo, swaying from side to side, and rushed into the forest goods market.

Just after crossing the gate of the market, the original feeling of extreme cold suddenly disappeared and turned into a scorching heat. In an instant, as if they had stepped from magma into a sea of ​​ice, the magical guardian light surrounding everyone flashed randomly and was almost extinguished.

At the same time, the noise, commotion, and sirens that were originally covered by the forest commodity market's protective circle also penetrated into everyone's ears.

What caught Zheng Qing's eyes was a chaotic scene.

Dozens of six-foot-tall beasts with black backs and forked tails were scurrying around the market, carrying black smoke and red flames. They knocked over countless stalls and set fire to dozens of houses, killing vendors and vendors in the market. The guests panicked and pissed themselves.

A little further away, many guests were working together with the commissioner of the Trident Sword to suppress this grueling scene.

Further away, at the end of the forest goods market, there was a huge gap in the wall adjacent to the Silent River.

It's easy to see where the bad guys come from.

"I picked up a handful of mist grass," the Sheriff cursed in a low voice: "Sure enough, there is no worst, only worse."