High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 621 - 290 Reinforcements_1

Chapter 621: Chapter 290 Reinforcements_1

The wolf stumbles over its whiskers, trods on its tail.

This is the incantation for the Chaos Spell, along with the Binding Spell ’Ge Zhitianxi’ and the fatigue curse ’I Ma Huitui’, it forms the three commonly used auxiliary spells in the Hunting Grounds. These are all spells that first-year students at the Number One University must learn.

Not long ago, Astrology Class 08-1’s young wizards had learned this spell in a magic course Old Yao had taught when meeting up with Su Shijun.

’The wolf stumbles over its whiskers, trods on its tail’, the original intent was that the ferocious demon steps on its own beard when moving forward, and steps on its own tail when retreating — at its core, this spell induces chaos in the demon, disrupting their sense of balance and direction. It provokes panic and restlessness, especially against hordes of demons, where it has a very prominent effect.

This spell was initially developed specifically for the Wolf Demons. Hence, till now, even though the usage of the spell has broadened considerably, one can still see the word ’wolf’ in the incantation.

Accompanied by the sound of hymns coming from afar, a mild breeze passed over the grassland. The rubbing of the grass leaves produced a rustling sound, which made the yowls coming from the Wolf Demon Group even more distinct.

Previously assaulting the Absolution Hunting Team, the Wolf Demons seemed as if they had gotten drunk. Each one had a crooked eye and a twisted mouth, stumbling and staggering in circles at their spots. The severe cases were when some Wolf Demons buried their heads into tufts of grass, only leaving their fluffy tails outside, trembling in fright.

Not only the wolf demons, but even the two ferocious Monkey Demons, the group of boisterously charging Pig Demons, and the flock of Sparrow Demons roping in the sky were all thrown into disarray by this spell. The Monkey Demons shrank back in size, shrieking as they huddled together under the shadow of a shrub; the Sparrow Demons fall to the ground like dumplings in a pan, only for the Blue Fatty to stomp on them once they react.

During this time, in the vast grassland, only the white Wolf Demon King could remain conscious.

"Do not linger. Retreat to the northwest!" Zheng Qing commanded in a soft tone, promptly ordering the Hunting Team to get untangled from the Wolf Demons and retreat towards the direction the Chaos Spell was launched from.

Faced with a shortfall of two members and in a situation of being surrounded by demons, Zheng Qing had no other option but to hope that the Hunting Team was near.

"Such a pity." The Blue Giant muttered with regret after glancing at the stumbling Wolf Demons. He did not exploit this opportunity to pursue further, and merely swung the large club in his hands with force after a few nearby Wolf Demons got close. After this, according to Zheng Qing’s instructions, he bypassed the small hill and began retreating.

Zhang Ji Xin also didn’t resist orders. Grimacing in pain, he managed to break apart a Gray Wolf’s lumbar vertebrae before ducking his head and sullenly following in the Blue Giant’s footsteps, together retreating towards the northwest.

As the primary hunter of the Hunting Team, he knew, taking advantage of the period during which the confusion from the spell hadn’t dissipated, it was most important to withdraw from the battlefield and regroup.

The Two-Headed Minotaur ended up walking at the back of the team, dragging the heavy totem stick along in caution, to prevent the white Wolf Demon King from making a desperate move. It was skilled in taking up this role, given its two heads, as not everyone could keep a close eye on the demons on one side, while also ensuring they don’t lag behind the team.

The white Wolf Demon King hesitated for a bit before self-preservation finally took precedence, and it didn’t continue following them.

...

Zheng Qing’s retreat order was very timely.

The Absolution Hunting Team had only recently emerged from the enclosing of the Wolf Demon Group and not long after, the effect of the Chaos Spell sharply declined. It then ended quickly amidst the howls of the Wolf King.

Of course, by this time Zheng Qing and his team had spotted the team that had used the ’Chaos Spell’.

"I had a feeling it was you guys!"

A coarse but familiar voice sounded in Zheng Qing’s ear from a distance.

It was Andrew Taylor, a freshman of Alpha Academy and the captain of the Serpent’s Tail Hunting Team.

He was wearing a silver-grey dragon leather jacket, a deerstalking hat askew on his head. He stood among low-growing bonerush, gleefully waving his arm at Zheng Qing, greeting his fellow hunters. "In our entire massive university, only your hunting team has a Blue Giant. How was our Chaos Spell? Effective right?! In this entire Hunting Ground, there’s barely any other ally as supportive as us. So, what about it, my proposed alliance from before still stands..."

He referred to the alliance proposal he had put forward to Zheng Qing a few days ago at the Hunting Exhibition — for the two Hunting Teams to cooperate and drive out other teams before determining the final victor.

To be honest, if he could get a full Alliance contract within ten seconds, Zheng Qing would sign it without hesitation. For the Absolution Hunting Team, even if it was drinking poison to quench thirst, it could at least slightly moisten their throats, suppressing the rage that was constantly bubbling up from the depths of their hearts.

But obviously, such conditions didn’t exist in the hunting ground.

"Awoooo!!!"

The howling sounds of the wolves took turns echoing across the plain, interrupting Andrew’s incessant talking. Similarly, the two Monkey Demons on the small hill also regained their original forms, dragging their heavy clubs and letting out crude roars.

Despite the distance of hundreds of meters, their terrifying size could still be clearly identified.

"As long as we can survive and make it out, I agree to your proposal." Zheng Qing expressed his opinion without hesitation.

The young master of the Taylor family immediately showed a delighted smile: "Then, cooperation it is!"

He extended his right hand to Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing looked at the ring on Andrew’s finger, but didn’t shake his hand immediately—he vaguely remembered that before they entered the field, this young master from the Taylor family offended a senior official of the Hunting Committee, and had all his rings pulled off his hands.

However, now, Andrew’s ten fingers were full of rings set with various gemstones.

"Relax, I didn’t cast a Nightmare Curse on the ring this time." Andrew thought he had guessed Zheng Qing’s suspicion, and his tone immediately became anxious: "What, do you not trust me? This is the hunting ground, I wouldn’t be that stupid!"

Zheng Qing’s gaze swept over the tall Fishman standing behind Andrew.

He had also had an unpleasant exchange with this wild-looking, foul-smelling creature. He vaguely remembered seeing a shiny fish hook hung on the Fishman’s dorsal fin.

Upon meeting again, the fish hook had disappeared, and the fishman was just rolling his eyes, arms folded, lazily standing behind the wolves, appearing indifferent about what was happening, which made him even more suspicious.

"No, of course not." Zheng Qing put one hand back, signaling Zhang Ji Xin and Blue Fatty to be careful, while the other reached out to Andrew, speaking in a soothing tone: "Pleasure to work with you, I was just a bit curious..."

A satisfied smile appeared on Andrew’s chubby face.

"... Shedding Tears!"

At the moment of shaking hands, Zheng Qing uttered this little spell.

A stream of yellow-green smoke gushed out from his palm, enveloping Andrew in the blink of an eye, causing him to bend down and cough violently.

This was a prank-like spell invented by the students themselves, the main effect was to make the cursed person cry profusely and fumble. Because of its low power, it can be cast without the Law Book and was once very popular in the school.

Through the yellow-green smoke, Zheng Qing could clearly see ’Andrew’s’ face, which was constantly twisting and deforming like a ripple in the water.

Without a doubt.

Zheng Qing shouted in a low voice: "Take action!"

Blue Fatty, who had been prepared for a long time, let out a roar, swung his big stick and whacked it over.

Even before the stick reached its target, the heavy wind pressure had already dispersed the ’hunters’ of the Snake Tail Hunting Team into a cloud of fog.