Good people."

"But, in most cases-"

Hendrix smiled bitterly. His slightly pale face looked even more tired in the sea fog, and his voice deepened as he uttered the most important truth.

"We have no money."

This sentence seemed to break the original silence on the ship.

Hendrix's voice sounded particularly harsh in the wind, with a helpless sincerity.

He spread his hands, as if he was feebly explaining everything in front of him.

The Wilson Wildlife Response Team is indeed unable to shelter all endangered magical animals, such as fire deer. The response team sometimes cannot even afford to feed them, so they can only move them to the Deer Park on Three Portlands.

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Sea fog spreads around, and Gray Harbor Town is shrouded in a mysterious and depressing atmosphere. The air is filled with the smell of moist sea salt.

Professor Jason Hendricks stood on the deck, his eyes lingering on the half-elf leader Eldris Velorion in front of him for a moment, with a trace of doubt on his face.

He paused for a moment, with curiosity and confusion in his tone, and slowly spoke:

"Speaking of which, as an association of green-robed wizards, how come you, the Emerald Watchers, have such a big reaction to outsiders?"

His question seemed reasonable. After all, he was just a member of the Wilson Wildlife Response Team, and his mission was to shelter endangered animals.

But the reaction of the green-robed wizards in front of him seemed to far exceed his expectations for the wizard organization.

He was surprised by the caution of the Emerald Watchers and the strong defensive attitude behind them.

The Emerald Watchers Association is a druid association established by green-robed wizards in [Okrum Realm] specifically to protect magical creatures and maintain the balance of nature.

"Okrum's Realm" was originally created by a group of powerful wizards who realized that a modern metropolis like New York, although chaotic, was an ideal place to hide magical activities.

Through powerful space magic, they established a bridge between the real world and the wizarding world.

This bridge is located in a small plane and is hidden from the sight of ordinary humans through complex magical protection and disguise.

The hub has existed for hundreds of years, surviving magical wars, social changes, and world turmoil, but it has always served as a safe haven for wizards to communicate secretly.

At the same time, it is also No. 98 in the world of hundreds of layers.

He almost fell below 100 and lost the decision-making power of wizards in the 100-layer world.

In the professor's impression, the members of the Emerald Watch are not only proficient in natural magic, but are also responsible for ensuring the harmonious relationship between magical creatures and the natural world.

Their existence is like the guardians of nature itself. Whether in the deep forests of nature or the gathering places of wizards, the presence of the Emerald Watchers is always accompanied by the task of protecting magical creatures.

The professor has long heard that the origins of the Emerald Watchers can be traced back hundreds of years ago. At that time, a group of druid wizards discovered that certain magical creatures were on the verge of extinction, so they used natural magic to perform druid rituals in the realm of Okrum

] A number of protected areas have been established to provide shelter for these endangered creatures.

The members of this society are not only committed to biological protection, but also worried about the potential threats to nature and living creatures caused by the disorder of magical power.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As the leader of the Emerald Watchers, Eldris is the most powerful and prestigious leader among them.

However, what Hendrix was puzzled about was why such a simple task would cause such a big reaction from them.

This containment mission was obviously just to rescue a white woolly whale, so how could it involve such a powerful green-robed association?

Eldris' expression became even more gloomy after hearing the professor's question, and there was a thick layer of gloom on her face, as if she was shrouded in some deep worry.

She held the old wooden stick tightly in her hand, trying to suppress some uneasiness in her heart.

"When the third twin star falls in the night sky of the Hundred-layered World," her voice was low and cold.

"The arrangement of the stars will no longer be stable, and the shadow of nothingness will swallow everything. At that time, the wizard's scepter will be unable to control the world, the oldest magic will collapse, and the entire hundred-layered world will be torn apart in the collision of strong light and darkness."

"???" The professor looked confused.

At this time, the dwarf Kallian Stoneheart stood up on the side. Although his body was short, he exuded a solid aura like a rock. His expression became more solemn, and his voice was like a whisper deep in the earth:

"The stars are arranged in confusion, and the shadow of nothingness rises from the town of Gray Harbor."

"There -" Kalyan pointed to the town of Gray Harbor not far away, which was shrouded in sea fog, and his tone became heavier. "The fog covers countless dead people, and their blood will be used as a sacrifice to start the Dark Lord's journey of corruption."

Professor Hendricks frowned tightly and glanced back and forth between Kallian and Eldris, obviously confused.

Dwarf Kallian continued, with some fear and despair in his voice:

"In the endless dream, the fog obscured everything...but the light of a silver staff penetrated the fog, revealing the beginning of destruction."

"The man with golden eyes stands in front of the abyss where time has stopped, with a smile like a dark star in the night sky. All those who have ever lived will be reduced to fragments in the darkness in their dreams."

This series of predictions full of metaphors and horrors completely confused Hendrix. His brows furrowed deeper, and his eyes were full of confusion and questions.

He looked at the two wizards in front of him and finally couldn't help but said:

"What's this all about? To be honest, I don't like the Riddler, especially on this land. I've seen too many of them."

There was a bit of helplessness in his tone, and it was obvious that these mysterious predictions made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

At this moment, Sena Yueying, who was standing aside, took over the conversation softly, with a calm and calm explanation in her tone: "This is a prophecy."

"Prophecy?" Hendricks was obviously more confused, his brows furrowed again, his eyes full of confusion.

He obviously didn't understand why these wizards were so obsessed with these metaphorical languages.

Sena nodded and then explained:

"Yes, a prophecy. A prophecy about the Dark Lord."

"All wizards, no matter which faction they came from, foresaw at the same moment a horrific disaster that was about to affect the entire Hundred Layers World."

Although her voice was calm, the seriousness and gloominess in her tone made Professor Hendricks feel nervous for no reason.

"The Archdruid Chief once said," Senna continued, her tone becoming deeper and mysterious.

"When the Dark Lord comes, the trees in the forest will wither silently, and the heartbeats of beasts will stop in an instant.

The breath of all living things is being gradually taken away, and all vitality will turn into withering and decay.

The natural laws guarded by wizards will be overturned, and death will come in an invisible way."

These words made the air seem to become heavier, and even the sea breeze seemed to become more biting.

The professor reluctantly raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, looking embarrassed and uneasy, and thinking to himself:

"Collective prophecy? Dark Lord?"

The sea breeze still blew on the deck of the ship, and the town of Gray Harbor shrouded in sea fog loomed in the distance, as if shrouded in a mysterious force.

Professor Jason Hendricks stood at the bow of the ship, feeling so confused and uneasy that he had to consider his next words.

Faced with the prophecies and warnings of these green-robed wizards, he obviously found it difficult to understand their meaning.

He sighed, carefully considered his tone, and asked tentatively:

"So...what do you think of this Dark Lord? Who do you think he is specifically?"

This sentence contained some hesitation and temptation, because he was not sure what answer these mysterious wizards would give.

Standing in front of him was the half-elf leader Eldris Velorion, whose eyes were still cold and her expression was as unwavering as ice shrouded in mist.

Her eyes were so deep that they seemed to be able to penetrate time and space, looking directly at a terrible moment in the future through Hendrix's questions.

She was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, her voice low and firm:

"No matter who the Dark Lord is, we can't let him find a way to enter the Hundred-Level World."

Hendrix stared at her closely and frowned after hearing this answer.

Although her answer was decisive, it did not directly respond to his question.

Eldris continued, with some unshakable determination in her tone: "And, we must find the blood of the dead in Gray Harbor."

Hearing this, Hendrix felt even more confused.

He couldn't help but raise his hand and pat his forehead lightly, looking a little helpless.

Wizards are always so vague, their prophecies and missions are often full of obscure language and mysterious hints.

He tried hard to stay calm and try not to let this chaotic emotion affect his judgment.

"What is the Blood of the Gray Havens Dead?"

He couldn't help asking, although he was mentally prepared to know that the answer might make him more confused, but he still hoped to find a clear clue from these riddle-like answers.

As expected, Eldris's answer once again had that ambiguous and mysterious tone.

"Blood will dye the mists of Gray Harbor red, black flames will burn in the ruins, and the cries of the dead will echo in the abyss of the plane.

The former guardians will bear the will of the dead, and the staff in their hands no longer lifts the light of protection, but becomes a sharp blade that tears apart the rules of the plane.

Three bodies of destruction stand side by side, and the power of nothingness will swallow up the boundaries of the hundred-layered world.

The blood of the dead in Gray Harbor is the key to the Great Collapse. Death is no longer just the end, but the prelude to a new order.

The sacrifice of blood has destined the rotation of fate, and the Black King will use nothingness as his crown to recast the world on the ruins."

What the hell is this? Damn the Riddler, get out of this land!!!

The professor roared in his heart, but his expression remained restrained.
To be continued...