Chapter 751: Practical Training in Progress (Part 1)
In the afternoon, as Su Jiu headed towards the Class D students gathering on the sports field, she noticed that the previously empty field was already filled with students. They were dispersed into many groups, big and small, chatting softly.
The most eye-catching area was the Class A section, where several students in battle suits were present. Upon closer observation of their auras, it could be found that these students were already at the War General level.
“We still have to wait for the school leaders to say some encouraging words.”
Holding her phone, Su Jiu appeared at the back of the sports field, lightly adjusting her glasses. She didn’t want to be too conspicuous. For this Blood Clan girl, it was enough to quietly wait for the school bus to pick them up.
Message Interface
[Me: Boss-? When will you arrive?]
[Old Man: At the venue.]
[Me: Do you know what the word “Ro” specifically refers to among our Night Watchers?]
[Old Man: Ro?]
In a rather large spectator stand, a vigorous old man wearing a brand new black jacket suddenly froze. As if recalling something, he mouthed the letters:
“R, O…”
A look of nostalgia suddenly appeared in his eyes. Looking at the phone he was using to text, he was silent for a long time, his lips trembling slightly…
It seemed as if a gust of wind and snow had swept by again, and the haziness in his eyes was faintly obscured by a white mist.
It was the night before they were about to ascend Night Peak. The Tsar of the Snow Night Empire had arranged a banquet for them, the “distinguished” fake imperial envoys. The entire place was filled with song and dance, a stark contrast to the pitch-black desolation outside.
The young man did not understand foreign languages and did not like this kind of farewell banquet before going to battle. Carrying a pot of wine from his hometown, he walked towards the streets he had previously passed.
The road was very quiet, without a sound. In the depth of night in the empire, most ordinary people without cultivation were at home, warming themselves by the fire to resist the harsh cold.
He recalled that he had walked for a long time and finally stopped near a church with some lights. As if by some unconscious urge, he walked into the church.
Inside, several clergy dressed in black and white were distributing food. It seemed to be almost divided. He could see by standing on tiptoe that it was a very hard black bread from the empire, and a large pot of steaming gruel.
As if seeing his entrance, a young female cleric holding a bowl of gruel came over and offered it to him in a language he did not understand.
However, there was an apologetic look on her face, as if the black bread was insufficient.
“Thank you.”
The young man took the gruel. Looking at that young, somewhat pockmarked face, he thought of the foreign battlefields far from home. It seemed that the children of ordinary people were like this.
Upon hearing this, the female cleric looked at the young man with surprise, but just smiled. The smile on her face looked inexplicably beautiful.
The young man sat down somewhere and silently finished the tasteless gruel, only to find his mouth sticky and full of plant dregs.
He glanced ahead. After finishing the food, people were praying to God. He was silent for a moment, then placed two crushed magic crystals and quietly got up.
“Little scholar, I didn’t expect us to meet again here.”
Just as he was about to leave, a woman’s voice suddenly came from behind. The young man turned around and met her intelligent gaze.
The other party was holding several storage bags in her hands. Her originally beautiful face showed a hint of weariness, as if she had been troubled by the contents of the storage bags for a long time.
“Miss Roland, we really are fated.”
The young man nodded slightly and his gaze fell on the storage bags. He asked curiously, “What are these?”
“Food for the winter…”
A smile appeared on Roland’s tired face. She handed a storage bag to a nun who hurried over.
The latter took the bag with excitement, bowed repeatedly to express her thanks, speaking a jumble of words the young man didn’t understand, then opened the storage bag and took out a piece of black bread, offering it to him.
The young man instinctively took the bread.
Roland’s voice sounded again, with a hint of sigh: “Alas, wars are raging, and the winter temperatures make it impossible for the locals to cultivate. This old bread was also transported by me using Qian Cheng from Fog Capital nobles.”
The young man remained silent. He didn’t understand why she was transporting his country’s food to help other countries free of charge.
He was an official, loyal to his homeland, as inscribed in books.
As if sensing the young man’s confusion, the woman just smiled but did not elaborate. Instead, she changed the subject, took out an alchemy pen, and began to engrave on the table:
“I suddenly thought that you might not understand English, so you might not be able to find me then…”
The young man looked at the flowing English calligraphy, not understanding its meaning. However, with his excellent memory, he recorded each letter one by one:
“R, o, land, Roland.”
…
“Students, this afternoon is our real practical training, and it’s time to test what you’ve learned over the past three years. You will encounter Scarlet Flame Wolves that are over two meters long, and Dark Tigers that are over three meters long…”
Several large vehicles surged onto the campus road. The voice of the school leader on the stage gradually quieted down. Finally, a middle-aged man with a golden dragon head medal pinned to his chest scanned the crowd below and waved his hand, saying loudly:
“But do not fear, everyone. Draw your swords and face them!”
His voice grew louder and louder, as if carrying an encouraging power:
“Perhaps you will be scarred, perhaps you will suffer setbacks, and even more, you will face life and death directly. But do not forget, you are the pride of Jiang Hai High School!”
“!!”
As soon as his words fell, a thunderous roar erupted from the sports field. The school leader’s words were like an invisible line of fire, igniting the passion of these seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys, just like Su Jiu’s classmates back then.
The passion of youth stems from bravery and fearlessness.
“Jiu…”
Just as Su Jiu put down her phone, exclaiming that this was indeed the Dragon Hunters Alliance and that their methods of boosting morale were truly effective, she was patted on the back. Turning her head, she saw Guan Xiaorong:
“Susu, I’ll fight the monsters in front later, and you just give me buffs.”
“Okay.”
Nodding, Su Jiu put away her phone and turned to look at the group already boarding the school bus. She grabbed the other’s hand and walked in that direction: “Let’s go.”
The competition rules were to form teams of 2-5. Most people formed teams of five, and between classes, there were even larger teams, albeit secret ones. Su Jiu and Guan Xiaorong walked along the road, appearing a bit lonely.
Bernice, as a Priest, was responsible for the safety of personnel in another car and had no time to interact with Su Jiu at the moment.
Suddenly, a figure blocked their path, with hands resting on shoulders. The person was wearing a blue and white alchemical battle suit, with a style leaning towards a school uniform, looking quite imposing:
“I told the teacher, and I’m joining your group now, so we can achieve better results together.”
“Okay, let’s go together then, Class Leader Zhou.”
Looking at the girl with twin ponytails in front of her, Su Jiu blinked and softly agreed, then continued to walk. She really couldn’t muster any interest in such trivial matters.
“Classmate Su, I’m at the half-step War General level.”
Su Jiu’s reaction made Class Leader Zhou frown. She emphasized again that with her battle power joining them, the other party didn’t even show any reaction.
At least two gestures of feigned surprise would make her feel more comfortable.
“Class Leader, don’t you have your own team?”
Guan Xiaorong, standing beside her, looked at Class Leader Zhou in surprise. She knew that the latter preferred members with strong execution, and that people as lazy as them would probably drive her crazy.
“I can’t get promoted with them.”
Zhou Zhizhi shook her head and followed Su Jiu, but there was a hint of unwillingness in her eyes. She explained in a low voice:
“I have an S-grade Roc bloodline, I can fight and tank, and I’m considered a meat shield, but I just lack a healer for support.”
“Then you tank, and I’ll do the damage output. I’m the fragile one.”
Guan Xiaorong responded lightly. A smile appeared on her face, as if amused by the other’s words.
All classes were randomly assigned at the beginning. Initially, ABCD… did not differ greatly, until bloodlines (talents) and effort values were maximized. After intense competition, Class A was gradually replaced by classes with the most wolf-like culture.
The three had already arrived in front of the bus. This seemed to be a special alchemical bus, very wide, capable of seating six people in a row, divided into two levels. The upper level seats seemed to have already been occupied by some Class A students.
Su Jiu and the other two hurriedly boarded the bus and sat in the first row towards the rear. As everyone had boarded, the bus started with a “humming” sound and orderly drove out towards the outside.
“Hope everything goes smoothly.”
Looking at Jiang Hai High School gradually disappearing into the distance, Su Jiu retracted her gaze and closed her eyes. Returning to high school this time was a pleasant leisure time.
She could even feel the joy of high school.
Goodnight, Makka Pakka.
“Classmate Jiu Susu, how can you be sleeping?”
However, just as she was about to fall asleep, her arm was poked. She saw the serious face of Class Leader Zhou. As their eyes met, the girl looked bewildered: “What’s wrong?”
“Let’s study our positions! You’re a Priest, the easiest target to focus fire.”
Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhizhi was speechless. Looking at the clear eyes of the glasses girl in front of her, she really suspected that the other was a university student. Real high school students wouldn’t act so passively cute.
“This…”
Su Jiu originally wanted to tell her to go somewhere cool, but seeing Guan Xiaorong on the other side also looking expectant, her slightly reddened eyes, coupled with her fair, delicate face, made her look rather pitiful.
“Alright then, let’s study.”
Adjusting her glasses, Su Jiu turned around helplessly and looked at the small sand table in the middle of the three. She could clearly see the distribution, with herself at the very back.
Guan Xiaorong occupied a position not far in front, to avoid disconnection from the rear. As for Class Leader Zhou, she stood at the very front, responsible for tanking. Due to the small number of people, their positions were relatively close.
Seeing Su Jiu looking over, the two continued to fiddle with the sand table. The three also started talking to each other. At that moment, a shout came from the upper level:
“No way?! My friend said that Bai Niao Yi Gao has a High-Rank Battle General this year!”
