Chapter 321: Gunfire Prophecy

"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.

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 down 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 ugly deformities appear from time to time.

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

"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 doesn’t know much about the Sea Crow Tribe. He only knows that the Sea Crow Tribe is one of the five ancient sea tribes in the sea. It is known as the “Blessed One of Destiny”, “Prophet” and “Natural Seer”. It has always been what sea voyagers want to explore. The secret clan.

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 area. Not only is its location secret, but it also contains countless dangers, most of which even legendary extraordinary people have to be careful about. response.

"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.

"Well."

Wakraf nodded and disappeared.

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.

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."

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

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.

Could it be that the person who took action also reached the demigod level?

"You'll know when you see the great prophet."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

"he came."

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.

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

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.

"Please come in."

"That's the Great Prophet?" Velosa saw the childish look on his face and the deeper nasolabial folds around his mouth. Why do these people make themselves so young?

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

"It's him."

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

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

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

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."

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

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

"I heard His whisper."

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.

"Him?"

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

"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. "

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

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

"Then who did it?" Velosa asked coldly.

"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.

Waklav 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 Aldesian language translates to 'The Son of Eternal 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 shone slightly, "The 'seal' has been loosened, and they won't be able to 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 it?"

Arselen 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. The anchor mark between his eyebrows 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 prophecy of 'gunfire'."

"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, reacted similarly.

"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, he would not pay much attention to small things happening on other continents except for the crisis of the school or major events.

Only Salvatore, who had learned about the whole story of the Custer incident before, remembered the prophecy. At that time, many people believed that the person mentioned in the prophecy was the director.

And now it can only be Wizard Wayne!

"Nothing," Alsellen said lightly: "According to His whisper, he is just a candidate who can influence the direction of the world."

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

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

He had suspected that Wayne was a wizard protected by the "World Clothes", and now he is just more certain.

But what he doesn't understand is that he has never heard that people protected by the "World Clothes" will also be concerned by the "River of Destiny". Does this seem to hide some meaning?

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

"Sure." Alsellen nodded and said calmly: "I dare not modify His words."

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

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

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

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

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

Damn it - the little guy's wizard talent is so good that he envies it!

If I had known that he would risk getting injured, I would have snatched him back to the Blood Spirit!

"Prophet Alsellen, what else? Can he solve the crisis of the Spirit Mystic School?" Vaklav understood in his heart, but didn't say much, and continued to ask.

"This is not what I can see," Alsellen shook his head: "The Hidden One of Chaos has long been hidden outside of fate..."

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

Vaklav's expression moved slightly, and he thought of the first question.

Alsellen looked at him suddenly, was silent for a few seconds, and said softly: "Fate has never guided such a result..."

Vaklav looked at him deeply, got up and walked out.

"Let's go, we know everything we should know."

"Hmm?"

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

As for Alsellen's great prophet of the Sea Crow Clan, he watched them leave motionlessly, with an expressionless face.

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

"I'm fine."

Alsellen shook his head, his voice was not as young and crisp as before, but very old and tired.

"You..."

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

"Yes."

...

...

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

"Space spells..."