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Seeing that the monsters no longer showed the same rejection as at the beginning, her heart gradually calmed down and her steps became steady.
The monsters seemed to accept her approach, and their pupils softened.
Zestira approached a furry monster, its eyes as deep as the night sky.
This was the first thing she noticed when she entered the classroom. She was a little curious but also the most afraid of the big black fox.
It seems to be a fourth-level, or even almost fifth-level magical beast, and is one of the strongest magical beasts in this classroom.
"I thought this kind of demon world moon shadow fox had long been extinct, but I didn't expect that there are still protected seedlings in the Protoss Royal School of Magic."
Lanqi had only seen it in the books of Purgatory Corridor Academy.
This fox, which is more than one meter tall, was born in the extremely cold land of the north accompanied by wind, snow and stars. Its fur is thick and soft, like a layer of black snow, covering its slender and agile body. There is a little gold on its pointed ears, like a little light, illuminating its darkness. Its eyes are deep and mysterious, flashing with dark golden flames, as if it is the flame of its soul, and it can see through everything with its eyes, whether it is the enemy's mind or the emotions of its companions. Its tail is long and furry, flying in the air.
It is not strong in fighting, but is very beautiful and popular among the famous families in the ancient demon world. It runs very fast as a mount.
It was inevitable that Zestira would like it.
I'm afraid even a demon woman who is hundreds of years old can't help but be attracted to such a fox.
Unfortunately, Lanqi also likes this fox very much. Even if he can get it and take it away, he will never let the old woman touch it. NEET is contagious.
But Zestira is a good kid, and it’s okay for her to touch the fox.
Chapter 289: Lanqi's Killing Strike is Accelerating
Following Lanqi's demonstration, Zestira gently stretched out her hand and touched the top of the fox's head. Feeling warm and soft, the big fox made a cold but intimate voice, as if showing her a friendly welcome.
An indescribable ripple of joy suddenly surged in Zestira's heart.
She had never had any 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, overflowing with love and understanding. He squinted his eyes slightly, and silently sent sincere blessings and hopes to the two children in his heart.
How great it would be if this school was full of good kids like them.
The old man thought to himself.
At this time, the bell outside the classroom finally rang. Its sound was low and long, with a bit of magic, able to penetrate the walls and spread to every corner of the assessment area.
When the bell ends, the assessment will officially begin.
As the chief examiner, he will also inform the two students of the specific content they need to complete in this exam.
Regardless of the results of this assessment, he was willing to give these two students the highest possible scores.
however.
The long-ringing bell suddenly stopped.
Before the old teacher could open his mouth to 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 suffered a severe impact.
Several students with aggressive eyes broke into the classroom.
There was indifference and contempt in their eyes, and they treated everything as nothing.
Without any sign or warning, and without looking at the old teacher, they stepped into the classroom and rushed towards Lanqi and Zestira.
Already fully armed, they entered combat mode the moment the assessment began. The weapons in their hands flashed with a cold metallic luster, reflecting their eyes, revealing a determined murderous intent!
However, the monsters were more sensitive to this hostility and threat.
A fire of anger suddenly burned in their eyes!
The originally calm and kind expression instantly turned into alertness and ferocity.
They pounced on the intruding students as if by instinctive reflex.
In an instant, chaos filled every corner of the classroom!
The sounds of collision, roar, and the clashing of metal and claws mixed together, and the monsters fought with this group of hostile villains with their innate strength and magic.
Zestira stood aside, her eyes filled with fear.
She didn't expect this group of people to be so vicious.
According to the number of figures seen in the distant corridor when they entered the classroom, the first wave of students coming in should not have been so numerous and so decisive!
Amid the chaos, Lanqi's eyes were slightly worried.
"Students, stop it, these kids are not aggressive!"
The old teacher hurried forward into the center of the chaos, wanting to use his wisdom and experience to calm this sudden storm.
Unfortunately, in front of him, a student took a deep breath, slammed his right fist next to his abdomen, and then shot out like an arrow.
"Aorta rupture punch!"
boom!
His first punch, which shocked the classroom, resounded through the air and slammed into the monster's body like thunder.
However, it was actually the old man who came over to mediate the fight.
Suddenly, the old man and the monster were knocked away and slid several meters on the floor of the classroom.
The monster's body was very strong and seemed to be fine, but I didn't know about the old man.
Zestila looked at the chaotic scene with her mouth open in daze.
Lanqi had a distressed look on his face and crossed his arms.
It seems that he is worried about the decline of moral standards in society, such as students beating their teachers.
"Students, stop it!"
The old man struggled to stand up from the ground, but these crazy students ignored him.
I have had the experience of being violently challenged by hot-blooded students several times.
However, even so, this was the first time he had received such a vicious blow.
If he was a dozen years older, this move might have sent him to see the goddess.
How sad.
The old man didn't know whether he had his eyes open or closed, and sighed sadly.
Speaking of the students in recent years, what happened to them?
Such vicious behavior certainly exists, but in recent years, students have become increasingly violent and arrogant.
Don’t they have the values of valuing people and things, a considerate heart, and respect for their elders?
Although living conditions in the empire have improved now, are children's hearts really becoming more and more corrupt?
How good the past was.
That was a time when the holy war had just ended and everyone was united and friendly.
Naturally, the old man's thoughts drifted back to decades ago.
At that time, the students of the Protoss Royal Academy of Magic were so pure, full of enthusiasm and burning with hope for the future.
They treated me with respect not because I was 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's the name of this little fox? It's so cute."
"I didn't expect that you, who was called the Grim Reaper on the battlefield, would be such a kind person. It's really the war's fault."
Harmony and friendship...
It's just like this feeling.
Some students with hot tempers would risk being reported and secretly rescue the monster cubs that were about to be sent to the slaughterhouse, register them with scientific research licenses, and protect them.
Whenever I think back to those years, my heart feels warm.
Why are there no such students now?
There are still some, such as those two kind-hearted students.
In the brief moment of thought, time passed and the classroom had become a battlefield.
This was a room that was elegantly decorated and filled with all kinds of props and ingredients, but now it was in a mess.
The licorice scattered on the floor was intertwined with the dust and carried with it the fallen feathers of the monsters.
The roars of monsters and the roars of students mixed together, forming a deafening rhythm, which continued from the Holy War and gradually turned into the ghost of the Protoss Empire and the irreconcilable hatred.
Faced with this extremely tragic situation, the old man shook his head, as if he had completely lost the will to fight. He couldn't even hug the monsters that he had loved for many years and raised as his children.
No no no.
Can't be angry.
You are already old, how can you act on impulse?
The old man tried hard 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 should not use violence to correct students.
Just like he realized early in his youth, Warcraft cannot be conquered by force.
Thinking like this, the old man's pale eyebrows were still full of kindness.
Just when he was about to use his old bones to try to influence these lost students.
Clang!
The door was suddenly pushed 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 level one classroom!"
"Kill!"