"It's a shocking ......"

Wakalough stared at the scene, which had changed dramatically from the last time he had visited.

Originally, there was a towering snow-capped mountain, the upper third of which was vast white, and there was a black circle halfway up the mountain, where the sea crow people lived. Below, there is a lush forest, a hunting ground for the sea ravens.

And now, the whole mountain is only the black area, and the huge snow-white peaks have disappeared.

And the circle of settlements that had been built by the Crow Clan for countless years had also become dilapidated, adding a touch of gray to the original sense of historical heaviness.

As for the huge and lush forest halfway up the mountainside, it was also severely damaged, and countless trees were knocked down by the huge rocks and withered into rotten wood. There are huge bottomless craters everywhere, and from time to time some ugly-looking aberrations appear.

Fortunately, Wakaclav discovered that there were still sprawling sprawls living there, and their numbers hadn't decreased much since the last time they visited.

"It seems that the Sea Raven Clan has had a major accident here." Salvatore also looked at it and said with a somewhat strange expression.

He didn't know much about the Sea Crow Clan, only that the Sea Raven Clan was one of the five ancient sea tribes in the sea, known as the "Favored Ones of Fate", "Prophets", and "Natural Prophets", and had always been a hidden clan that sea voyagers wanted to explore.

At the same time, Gonza Bardan, as the sacred place of the Sea Raven Clan, is also one of the many "sea taboos" in the Kordo Sea, not only in a hidden location, but also in countless dangers, most of which even legendary transcendents have to be dealt with carefully.

"Let's go, go up and have a look." Veroza's dull blood-red eyes glanced around and said in a relaxed tone.

"Hmm."

Wakraf nodded, and walked away.

In the next second, his figure had already appeared on the mountainside, which was also the current top of the mountain, standing at the fracture, looking at the empty top of the mountain in front of him, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Salvatore and Viloza followed, staring at the scene before them, observing:

"It should have been shattered by someone with one blow, and it controlled the power very well, blasting that mountain peak to the side."

"Probably so." Virosa was noncommittal, he could do such things easily.

But don't forget, he is the chief wizard of the Blood Spirit Sect, a demigod-level powerhouse, and it is not surprising that he can do this to this extent.

Could it be that the person who made the shot also reached the demigod level in strength?

"I'll find out when I see the Great Prophet."

Wakraf turned and looked at the black buildings below—the kind of obsidian stone houses, each small and staggered along the mountain.

On the door of each small house is a round stone block engraved with the crest of the Sea Den Clan, the Anchor Mark, an anchor motif entwined with the tongue of a sea serpent.

And those sea crow people, their handsome faces are expressionless, and the anchor marks at the center of their eyebrows are all nailed with iron nails like seals, but they seem to represent some kind of meaning.

Most of them wore uniform black robes, divided into two layers, the inner layer was slightly longer and almost attached to the ground, and the outer loose neckline was open to reveal the inside.

Feathery scales can be seen on the bare arms, dull and dull, but they can be seen to be sharp and strong.

"He's coming."

Wakalaw's gaze looked at the slightly taller blackstone building in the deepest part, almost indistinguishable from the surrounding houses except for its taller heights.

But the family coat of arms above the door was engraved on a gold plate.

At this moment, the door of the room suddenly opened, and a slightly short and stooping crow walked out, looking at Wakraf and the others above, and smiled.

"Please come in."

"That's the Great Prophet?" Velosa saw the immaturity on his face, and the nasolabial folds on his mouth were even deeper, why did these people make themselves so young?

And he, a powerful demigod wizard, looks old......

"It's him."

Waklaw's figure blurred, appearing next to the Raven Clan.

"Great Prophet Alseren, long time no see." Wakaclav laughed.

"yes, long time no see, Chief Waklaw."

Arselon looked at the two beside him, a smile on his face, and naturally called out their names: "Chief Velosa, and this Salvatore Wizard." ”

"Come in, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Oh?" Virosa raised an eyebrow, "You knew we were coming. ”

"I heard His whisper."

Arseren said as he walked slowly into the house, his bare feet stepping on the mirror-smooth black stone floor, leaving no trace.

"He?"

"Let's go inside, Vilosa." Wakraf shook his head and followed.

He knew that most of these people who could spy on the long river of fate were like this.

Arselon was like that, and so was Ragnar, who spent their days talking about "fate directs," "the mutters of the goddess," and "His whispers," as if they didn't say that, they wouldn't speak.

"Great Prophet Arselon, has the Sea Raven Clan experienced any changes?"

After several people followed into a simple room, they saw that there was only one chair inside, so they each threw a chair from the spatial ring and sat down.

If Wayne knew that wizards still had the habit of carrying chairs with them, he would definitely record it and make a special one for himself.

However, at this time, the three of them didn't care much, they were more concerned about what happened to the Sea Raven Clan.

"It's not happening, it's just a warning." Arseren sat cross-legged on the floor with difficulty, looked up at Wakraf and said, "This is nothing, and it is not necessarily a bad thing for us Raven Clan. ”

"So, the nail in the center of the eyebrow is too?" Wakaclof looked at him condescendingly and asked with a smirk.

"Of course." Arselen's face remained calm, even if his eyebrow mark was broken by a nail.

"Who the hell did that?" Velosa asked coldly.

"Messenger of God."

"God?" Salvatore chuckled, "Envoy of Alseren, why don't you just say everything?" ”

"Can't tell." Alselon shook his head, causing the clatter of the feather cuticles around his neck to crash.

Wakraf's brows furrowed, and his eyes under his sunglasses showed a look of scrutiny, and he asked, "You're not Arsellen?" ”

"I am," Alselon said, his expression still natural, "but it's not." ”

"You ......" Vilosa was a little impatient.

"In fact, the great prophets of the Raven clan are all named 'Arseren,' which translates in Aldousian words as 'Eternal Destiny Child,' which is the heritage of the Raven clan."

“……”

The three of them looked at each other, their faces different.

After a few seconds of silence, Wakaclaf pondered, "I'm not interested in what happened to you Sea Raven Clan, so it's okay if you don't say it. ”

"I came this time to ask you two things."

"Three." Verosa reminded, "There's one more thing about the Blood Spirit School. ”

Wakalough glanced at him, did not deny it, then looked at Arseren and continued, "I hope you can tell us the answer. ”

"Of course," Arselon did not refuse, and said as a matter of course, "Everyone who finds this place has a chance to spy on 'fate', which is the duty of the Raven Clan. ”

"The first question is about how long the world's 'seal' can last." Wakaclof didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and asked bluntly.

"Well, I don't need Him to tell me that question, I know the answer."

Alseren's black pupils lit up slightly, "The 'seals' have been loosened, and they won't last long. ”

"It's all loose?!" Vilosa asked with a frown.

"Yes, they are indeed loose, and they are still consuming the power to seal them at a very fast rate."

"Do you know who did it? Or what method do they use? ”

"Are these two questions?" Alseren asked.

“……”

Velosa's fists clenched, her thin body swelled instantly, and her whole body exuded a terrifying aura, and the cold origin slammed into the room, leaving scratches on the black stone walls.

"Didn't you, prophet, say you know?"

Arseren was unmoved: "I only know that those seals will be completely dissipated in a hundred years at most, and as for who did it and what method was used, I need to listen to the whispers of fate." ”

"You-"

"Chief Vilosa, next question." Wakaclogh interrupted with a raised hand.

Virosa glanced at him, snorted with a gloomy face, and said, "Second question, is there still a deadly crisis hidden in our Blood Spirit Sect?" ”

Prophet Arseron looked at him, the anchor mark at the center of his brow flickering slightly, but the light was not visible under the nail, and replied, "Not for the time being, at least not until the seal is gone." ”

"Hmm."

Velosa's expression softened, and the origin converged.

It seems that they only need to solve the defects of the Flesh Heart Rune, and the crisis of their Blood Spirit School will be resolved.

"One last question," Wakaclogh took over his words and continued, "I would like to know how to resolve the crisis of the Esoteric Sect, or would you tell me who the person who can pinpoint the location of the 'Forbidden Item 0-38 True Bell'?" ”

"This question ......" Arseren turned to look at Wakalaf with a puzzled look on his face, and asked rhetorically, "Haven't you already found it?" Why keep asking? ”

"Found it?"

The three of them were all stunned, even if they were powerful and had experienced many crises, they couldn't help but be confused by his words at this moment.

"Yes, you ought to have met him before you came—the man mentioned in the prophecy of 'gunfire.'"

"The 'gunfire' prophecy ......" Salvatore's eyes widened, "he, he refers to the little one?" ”

"Wayne?"

"Wayne Lovet?"

The two demigod wizards, Wakraf and Velosa, reacted as well.

"What about the 'gunshots' prophecy?"

Arseren shook his head slightly, and said in an illusory tone: "The guns are ringing, the death knell has arrived, death is coming, is it stepping into the abyss of despair, or the dawn is immortal......"

"This is the whisper that resounded throughout the 'long river of fate' some time ago, and it should be heard by all those who are favored by Him."

"What do you mean?" Wakaclough was unaware of the fable, and had traveled to the world of the dead long before the events of Custer.

And the same is true of Velosa, as a demigod, except for the school crisis or major events, he doesn't pay much attention to the small things that appear on other continents at all.

Only Salvatore, who had previously known about the events at Cust, remembered the prophecy and many people thought that the person in the prophecy was the director.

And now, it could only be Wizard Wayne!

"Nothing," Arselon said lightly, "according to His whispers, he is just a man who can shape the course of the world." ”

"This world has long been fragmented, and it doesn't matter if it exists or not......"

Hearing his words, Wakaclof frowned, but his heart was clear.

He had suspected that Wayne was a wizard under the protection of the "World's Clothes", but now he was more certain.

It's just that he is puzzled that he has never heard that people who are protected by the "clothes of the world" will still receive the attention of the "long river of fate", which seems to have some hidden meaning?

"Are you sure he can pinpoint the 'Forbidden Items 0-38 True Bell'?"

"Sure." Arseren nodded, and said in a calm tone: "I dare not modify his words. ”

Velosa also frowned, "But how is this possible? I remember the little guy didn't know much about space...... Well? ”

Before he finished speaking, his body was stunned, and his eyes widened suddenly: "Won't it?!" ”

Salvatore also reacted and couldn't help laughing, "It's really an amazing wizarding talent, I'm afraid it's just what you thought." ”

"Calculate the time, the people of the school should have just sent those epoch relics over......"

Velosavu didn't believe it, but even the Great Prophet said so, and he had to believe it.

It's a day—the little one's wizarding talent is so good that he envies it!

I knew that he was desperately injured, and I wanted to snatch him back to the blood spirit!

"Prophet Alseren, what else? Will he be able to solve the crisis of the Occult School? Wakaclof was relieved, but didn't say anything more, and continued to ask.

"It's not something I can see," Arseren shook his head, "The Hidden Ones of Chaos have long been hidden from their fate......

"So, can I understand that the person who caused the seal to disappear is the 'hidden of chaos'? That is, the people of the Chaos Sect? ”

Wakalaw's expression twitched, and he thought of the first question.

Arseren looked at him sharply, was silent for a few seconds, and said softly, "Fate has not guided such an outcome......"

Waclaf gave him a deep look, got up and walked out.

"Let's go, you know everything you need to know."

"Huh?"

Salvatore and Vilosa looked at each other and reluctantly followed.

As for Arsellen, the great prophet of the Sea Raven Clan, he watched them leave motionlessly, and his face was even more expressionless.

After a long time, a voice came from the side: "Sage." ”

"I'm fine."

Arselon shook his head, his voice not as young and crisp as before, but rather old and tired.

"You ......"

"Don't ask, when you become that 'Arseren', you will naturally know everything."

"Yes."

……

……

At the same time, Wayne, who returned to the theater space, took out the space ring he had just arrived and studied it.

"Space Spell ......"

(End of chapter)