Wizard: Surviving in the Steam Age with Points for Demon Hunter

Chapter 321 The sound of gunfire predicts the direction

"It's really shockingly broken..."

Wakraf stared at the scene in front of him. Compared with the last time he came, the appearance of this place had changed drastically.

There was originally a towering snow-capped mountain, with the upper third being covered in white and a circle of black halfway up the mountain - where the Sea Crow Clan lived. Below is a lush forest, which is the hunting ground of the Sea Crow Clan.

But now, only the black area is left in the entire mountain, and the huge snow-white peak has disappeared.

And the residential area built by the Seacrow Clan over countless years has also become dilapidated, adding a touch of gray to the original heaviness of history.

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

However, fortunately, Wakraf discovered that there were still Sea Crow tribesmen living there, and their number had not decreased much compared to the last time they came here.

"It seems that a major change has occurred here in the Sea Crow Clan." Salvatore also finished checking and said with a strange look on his face.

He didn’t know much about the Sea Crow Tribe. He only knew that the Sea Crow Tribe was one of the five ancient sea tribes in the sea. They were known as the “Blessed Ones of Destiny”, “Prophet” and “Natural Seer”. They had always been what sea voyagers wanted to explore. The secret clan.

Most of them were wearing uniform black robes, which were divided into two layers: the inner layer was slightly longer and almost stuck to the ground, and the outer layer had a loose collar open, revealing the inside.

"Of course." Arselen's expression remained calm, even if the mark between his eyebrows was damaged by nails.

As Arcelen spoke, he walked slowly into the house, his bare feet stepping on the black stone floor as smooth as a mirror, leaving no trace.

"Probably." Velosa was noncommittal. He could do such a thing easily.

He knew that most of these people who could peer into the long river of destiny were like this.

"Well."

"Nothing happened, I just received a warning." Arselen sat on the floor with difficulty, sitting cross-legged, looking up at Wakraf and said: "This is nothing, and it may not be a bad thing for us, the Sea Crow Clan. ”

But the clan emblem above its door is engraved on a gold plate.

Arselen is like this, and so is Ragnar. They talk about "fate's guidance", "goddess' whisper", and "His whisper" all day long, as if they can't speak if they don't say this.

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

Waclaff turned around and looked at the black buildings below - houses made of obsidian-like stone. Each one was small, and they were built in a complete circle along the mountain.

"Great Prophet Arselen, has the Sea Crow Clan experienced any changes?"

The next second, his figure appeared on the mountainside, which is now the top of the mountain. Standing at the break, looking at the empty top of the mountain in front of him, he couldn't help but shake his head.

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

"It's him."

"Great Prophet Arselen, long time no see." Wakraf smiled.

Wakraf's figure blurred for a moment and appeared next to the Sea Crow tribe.

"That's the Great Prophet?" Velosa saw the childish look on his face, and the deeper nasolabial folds around his mouth. Why did these people make themselves so young?
But he, a powerful demigod wizard, looks old...

Wakraf nodded and disappeared.

"Yes, long time no see, Chief Wakraf."

"Him?"

"Let's go, go up and take a look and you'll find out." Velosa's dull blood-red eyes glanced around and said in a relaxed tone.

But at this time, the three Wakrafs didn't pay much attention. They were more concerned about what happened to the Sea Crow Clan.

"Please come in."

"Please come in, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Then who did it?" Velosa asked coldly.

Feather-like scales can be seen on the exposed arms, which are dull and dull, but their sharpness and strength can be seen.

But don't forget that he is the chief wizard of the Blood Spirit School and a semi-god-level expert. It is not surprising that he can achieve this level.

"So, the nail between the eyebrows too?" Wakraf looked at him condescendingly and asked with a half-smile.

Could it be that the person who took action also reached the demigod level?
"You'll know when you see the great prophet."

"he came."

On the door of each small house is a round stone engraved with the Sea Crow Clan's emblem - the anchor mark, a pattern of an anchor entwined by the tongue of a sea snake.

Wakraf looked at the slightly taller black stone building in the deepest part. Apart from being taller, it was almost the same as the surrounding houses.

At the same time, Ganzabaldan, the holy land of the Sea Crow Clan, is also one of the many "sea taboos" in the Cordo Sea. Not only is its location secret, but there are also countless dangers hidden inside, most of which even legendary extraordinary people have to be careful about. response.

Salvatore and Velosa followed closely behind, watching the scene in front of them and observing:
"It should have been shattered by a single blow, and the power was controlled very well, and the mountain peak was blown to one side."

"Oh?" Velosa raised his eyebrows, "You knew we were coming."

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and a slightly short, stooped Sea Crow tribesman came out. He looked at Wakraf and others above and smiled.

As for the Sea Crow tribesmen, their handsome faces were expressionless, but the anchor marks between their eyebrows were nailed with iron nails as if they were sealed, but they seemed to represent some kind of meaning.

"Let's talk after we go in, Velosa." Wakraf shook his head and followed.

“I heard His whisper.”

Arcelon looked at the two people beside him, with a smile on his face, and naturally called their names: "Chief Velosa, and the wizard Salvatore."

"Messenger of God."

"God?" Salvatore chuckled and said, "Messenger Arselen, why don't you tell everything directly?"

"I can't say." Arselen shook his head, causing the feather scales on his neck to make a sharp sound.

Vaklav frowned, his eyes under his sunglasses showed a look of scrutiny, and asked: "Aren't you Arcelen?"

"I am," Alcelon paused, and said with a natural expression: "But it's not."

"You..." Velosa was a little impatient.

"In fact, the great prophets of the Sea Crow Clan are all named 'Arcelon', which in Aldous language translates to 'Eternal Son of Destiny'. This is the inheritance of the Sea Crow Clan."

"..."

The three of Waclav looked at each other with different expressions.

After a few seconds of silence, Wakraf thought: "I'm not interested in what happened to your Sea Crow clan, and it doesn't matter if you don't tell me."

"I'm here this time to ask you two things."

"Three things." Velosa reminded: "There is also one thing about the Blood Spirit School."

Wakraf glanced at him without denying it, then looked at Alcelen and continued: "I hope you can tell us the answer."

"Of course," Alcelon did not refuse, and said matter-of-factly: "Everyone who finds this place has a chance to peek into the 'destiny'. This is the responsibility of the Sea Crow Clan."

"The first question is about how long the world's 'seal' can last." Wakraf was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and asked directly.

"Well, I don't need Him to tell me this question. I know the answer." Arselen's black eyes were slightly bright, "The 'seal' has been loosened, and they can't hold on for long."

"Is it all loose?!" Velosa asked with a frown.

"Yes, they have indeed become loose, and the power to seal them is still being consumed at an extremely fast rate."

"Then do you know who did it? Or what method they used?"

"Are these two questions?" Arselen asked.

"..."

Velosa clenched his fists, and his skinny body swelled instantly, exuding a terrifying aura. The cold source impacted the entire room, leaving scratches on the black stone walls.

"Prophet, didn't you say you knew?"

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

"you--"

"Chief Velosa, let's move on to the next question." Wakraf raised his hand and interrupted.

Velosa glanced at him, snorted gloomily, and said, "Second question, is our Blood Spirit School still hiding a fatal crisis?"

Prophet Arselen looked at him, and the anchor mark between his brows flickered slightly, but the light was not visible under the obstruction of the nail. He replied: "Not for the time being, at least not until the seal disappears."

"Well."

Velosa's expression softened and his origins calmed down.

It seems that as long as the defects of the Heart of Flesh Rune are solved, the crisis of their Blood Spirit School will be resolved.

"The last question," Waclav took over his words and continued to ask: "I want to know how to solve the crisis of the occult school, or can you tell me the person who can accurately locate the 'Forbidden Object 0-38 Bell of Truth' Who is there?"

"This question..." Arselen turned to look at Waklav, with a bit of confusion on his face, and asked: "Have you already found it? Why do you continue to ask?"

"found it?"

The three of them were stunned. Even if they were powerful and had experienced many crises, they could not help but be confused by his words at this moment.

"Yes, you should have met him before coming here - the person mentioned in the 'gunfire' prophecy."

"The prophecy of 'gunfire'..." Salvatore's eyes widened a bit, "He, he is referring to the little guy?"

"Wayne?"

"Wayne Loft?"

The two demigod wizards, Wakraf and Velosa, also reacted.

"What about the 'gunfire' prophecy?"

Alcelon shook his head slightly and said in an imaginary tone: "The gunfire sounded, the death knell has arrived, and when death comes, it means entering the abyss of despair, or eternal life at dawn..."

"This is the whisper that resounded throughout the 'River of Destiny' some time ago. All those favored by Him should have heard it."

"What do you mean?" Wakraf didn't know this fable. He had already gone to the world of the dead long before the Custer incident.

The same is true for Velosa. As a demigod, except for school crises or major events, he will not pay much attention to small things that occur in other continents.

Only Salvatore had known the whole story of the Custer incident and remembered what the prophecy referred to. At that time, many people believed that the person mentioned in the prophecy was the director.

But looking at it now, it can only be Wizard Wayne!
"It's nothing," Arselen said lightly: "According to His whispers, he is just a candidate who can influence the direction of the world."

"This world has long been fragmented. Whether it exists or not is not that important..."

Hearing his words, Waklav frowned, but he understood in his heart.

He had suspected that Wayne was a wizard protected by the "Cloth of the World" before, but now he was just more certain.

But what he doesn't understand is that he has never heard that people who are protected by the "Clothes of the World" will also receive the attention of the "River of Destiny". Does this seem to have some hidden meaning?

"Are you sure he can accurately locate the 'Forbidden Object 0-38 Bell of Truth'?"

"Sure." Arselen nodded and said calmly, "I dare not modify His words."

Velosa also frowned and said: "But how is this possible? I remember that the little guy doesn't understand space... huh?"

Before he finished speaking, he paused and his eyes suddenly opened wide: "No way?!"

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

"Counting the time, people from the school should have just sent those era relics over..."

Velosa didn't believe it, but even the great prophet said so, so he had to believe it.

What a great day - the little guy's wizarding talent is so good that he is envious!
If I had known that he would fight to get injured, I would have snatched him back as a blood spirit!
"What else is there, Prophet Arselen? Can he solve the crisis of the Mysterious School?" Wakraf was convinced, but did not say much and continued to ask.

"This is not what I can see," Arcelon shook his head: "The hidden person of chaos has long been hidden away from destiny..."

"So, can I understand that the person who caused the seal to disappear is the 'Hidden One of Chaos'? That is, the person from the Chaos Sect?"

Wakraf's expression moved slightly as he thought of the first question.

Arselen looked at him sharply, remained silent for a few seconds, and said softly: "Fate has never guided such an outcome..."

Wakraf looked at him deeply, stood up and walked out.

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

"Ok?"

Salvatore and Velosa looked at each other and followed out helplessly.

As for Arselen, the great prophet of the Sea Crow Clan, he watched them leave without moving, with an even expression on his face.

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

"I am fine."

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

"you……"

"Don't ask too much. When you become the 'Arcelen', you will naturally know everything."

"Yes."

……

……

At the same time, Wei En, who returned to the theater space, took out the space ring he just got and studied it.

"Space magic..."

(End of this chapter)