Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 716: Dark Lord Turmoil I
Terra calendar 1591.2.13. 08:45 AM.
Eddie West Federation Red Hook District-Gray Harbor Township.

The air in the early morning has a light salty smell mixed with a strong sense of humidity.

The low-hanging lead-gray clouds in the sky were like a thick blanket, covering the earth tightly, not allowing a single ray of sunlight to penetrate.

The entire Red Hook area was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

The wind blew in from the sea, bringing with it the coldness, gently hitting the old buildings that had long since faded and become mottled, making a faint echo.

Red Hook, located in southern Brooklyn, New York, was once a busy industrial and port center.

The docks, warehouses, and old railway tracks are now relics of the past.

This was once a center of trade and industry, with cargo ships, the roar of machinery, and busy dock workers. It was once one of the most important maritime trade centers in New York.

There are many reasons why it fell apart:
The development of containerized transportation has made many traditional ports useless; the decline of factories and manufacturing, inconvenient transportation and weak infrastructure; the slow pace of urban gentrification, and a large number of social security issues...

The most important of these is the problem of a total abnormal collapse that even the Federation cannot resolve.

The area was hit by a flood crisis called Sandy, which caused severe damage to the area, with a large number of homes and infrastructure being flooded.

The hurricane not only caused a short-term impact on the local economy, but also made the long-term recovery of the area more difficult. Flooding forced residents to relocate, and infrastructure repair took a long time.

There are many different opinions about the cause of this crisis. It not only caused great damage to the area, but also attracted many evil spirits to settle here.

As New York "sinks", New York becomes the New World, and the Red Hook area, which has experienced a long period of decline since the opening up to foreigners, shows signs of recovery.

However, it also brought more "disasters".

At the Gray Harbor Pier, the sea breeze blows gently, carrying with it a moist salty taste and a bit of bleak chill, as if this deserted port is still sighing for its former glory.

The pier, next to the gray-blue sea, was once the busy lifeblood of the town, but now there is only silence.

The few private docks still in use seem particularly lonely. The cranes next to the docks have long been rusted, the rails standing on the ground like iron giants are mottled, and the traces of tires have long disappeared. Everything has been swallowed up by time.

click-

With a slight sound, a girl put down the camera in her hand and stared at the ruins full of history in front of her.

She has a pretty face and a long ponytail draped behind her. Her light brown hair flutters gently in the breeze. She wears a simple white shirt with a dark windbreaker on the outside, which makes her look intellectual and neat. She has a beautiful figure and an intellectual temperament, yet she is also friendly.

"Camille, why didn't Professor Dominic come over in person to meet with the Wilson Wildlife Response Team?"

"It's so boring here~"

A lazy voice broke the silence of the dock.

That was Ushas, ​​a two-meter-tall girl with three eyes.

She stood beside the dilapidated railway tracks, her eyes filled with impatience, a huge battle axe slung behind her back, the sharp blade of the axe reflecting a cold light in the dim sunlight.

Ushas's third eye is located in the center of her forehead, exuding a strange sense of mystery. Although she is tall and looks extremely strong, she is complaining like a child at this moment, her tone full of boredom and impatience.

On Ushas’ shoulder, squatted a seemingly ordinary frog named Muji.

Muji was holding a small green monocular telescope, observing the sea in the distance, looking for something. The frog with emerald green skin was carrying a small travel bag on its body, looking playful and smart.

"Wait a little longer, Ushas."

Camille turned around and looked at his team members. The ghost Lifener floating beside Ushas was observing the surroundings while floating gently. Lifener's figure was looming, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, as if it could be blown away by the wind at any time.

He was a timid ghost, with an uneasy look in his eyes, and he looked around from time to time, worried that something would suddenly attack him.

"We...we'd better be careful." Lifen's voice was weak, but full of nervousness.

"I heard that there is a green robe wizard association from the International Confederation of Wizards in Grey Harbor."

Ghost Lifener's voice was still low and nervous, and he spoke faster, as if he wanted to tell the terrible news as quickly as possible.

"Although the Federation is called the International Confederation of Wizards, they are actually not international at all. They are very unfriendly to the outside world, especially thaumaturges..."

"The large hub where they were located has long been closed. Only those wizards who have obtained robe certification and wand ownership certificates are barely considered as the same kind."

When he said this, his voice paused for a moment, as if he was hesitating whether to continue.

His gaze drifted into the distance. The dilapidated cranes and mottled rails on the Gray Harbor Pier looked unusually desolate in the weak sunlight, as if hiding some ancient and terrible secret.

Liefel continued:

"And I heard from an elder in Rue Macabre that there is a big taboo left by wizards here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air seemed to become colder, as if even the wind in Gray Harbor felt heavy because of this taboo.

Camille smiled softly, with a soothing tenderness in her eyes.

She gently put away the camera, walked closer to Lifener, and reached out to tidy up her hair that was a little messy due to the sea breeze. Her smile was calm and intellectual:
"It's okay, Lifenl."

Camille's voice was gentle, with a certainty that could not be questioned. "We are students of the Deer Academy. Professor Albert Lauengen is a certified blue-robed wizard. Moreover, with our strength, we can handle most situations."

"This time I came to Gray Harbor just to contact the Wilson Wildlife Response Team and perform an internship mission."

"We just need to investigate the magical animals found nearby and cooperate with them to contain them." She stared into the distance through the lenses, a trace of calm thought flashing in her eyes.

"but--"

Her tone changed slightly, and her brows revealed a hint of contemplation and alertness.

"We may also need to be careful of those who hunt magical animals. According to Professor Dominic, the magical animals this time are full of treasures and have already attracted many malicious eyes."

Ushas stood aside, leaning forward slightly, resisting the cold brought by the sea breeze.

She yawned nonchalantly, the great axe still firmly on her strong shoulders. This heavy weapon was just a part of her daily life.

"They are guys with bad intentions," she muttered in a low voice, with a bit of indifference and weariness in her tone, but the subtle edge could not be ignored, "I am best at dealing with them."

Her voice was low and hoarse, but full of confidence and dominance.

Suddenly, Ushas's three eyes moved slightly, as if she had thought of something, and a hint of surprise appeared in her lazy posture.

She turned her head and looked in a certain direction outside the town of Gray Harbor, which was the core area of ​​New York. Hell's Kitchen was also in that direction. A steel forest-like building complex stood on the gray skyline in the distance.

Despite the distance, Ushas's gaze seemed to penetrate through layers of barriers, staring at something that could not be seen by ordinary people.

"We have all come to New York, and we have met the operators of the Honkai Administration earlier..."

She muttered softly, with a hint of indescribable emotion in her words.

Ushas recalled the scene a few days ago, with a hint of disbelief between his brows, as if he was still savoring those shocking moments.

"My goodness, that operator is really fierce," her tone gradually became a little excited, "When fighting with a mind sucker, he didn't give the other party any chance to breathe."

"That operator with cat ears looks weak, but who would have thought that she was wielding a bolt gun and a chainsword, and rushed forward to chop wildly."

As she spoke, she made an exaggerated chopping motion with her hands, as if imitating the scene of the battle at that time.

"And the spherical machine behind her is also very interesting." Ushas showed a curious smile, "It is said to be the Administration's external think tank 'Adam'. It's just a small mechanical ball, but it can analyze the battle environment in real time, just like a mobile military advisor. It can also spit out various capsules and generate weapons. I heard that it seems to be made by the boss of the Administration..."

"That mind sucker looked really aggrieved, and he even said that the Administration had bullied their empire too much. A while ago, the Mole Science Society of the Administration killed a colony of their mind suckers on Terra, and now they are still persecuting them."

Having said this, Ushas glanced secretly at Camille beside him.

Camille remained calm, with a distant gaze, as if he was not disturbed by Ushas's description.

Ushas coughed lightly, his eyes flickered cautiously, and he continued to speak carefully:

"Such a fierce guy is just one of the many operators in the Administration, and their boss. You know, that Abra... the legendary angel, one of his many subordinates."

When she mentioned the unfinished name "Abra...", Ushas' tone became noticeably solemn and her voice lowered a bit.

She paused, studying Camille's expression again, carefully anticipating her reaction.

There was still no obvious emotion on Camille's face. Her glasses reflected a glimmer in the gray sky, obscuring her eyes.

She was so calm that it was hard to understand. However, when Ushas mentioned a name that could not be mentioned casually now, a subtle ripple was stirred deep in Camille's heart.

Hugh Abraham—that name, that secret feeling, instantly came to her mind.

Ushas continued, with a hint of emotion in his tone:

“I never thought that the classmate who entered school with me back then would grow up to be such a legendary figure.

Listen to his nicknames - Dragon Slayer, Apostle of Scourge, Vampire Hunter, Regicide, Triple Crown, Fourth Sword Bearer of Heaven, Man in Gray... Behind each title is a shocking story. "

Camille raised her head slightly, looking over Ushas's shoulder, through the mist of time, back to the time when they were still studying in the same college. At that time, Hugh Abraham was not as dazzling as he is now, but he was a talented student at that time, shining with a brilliance that even she could not ignore.

"Yeah," Camille finally responded softly, her voice so calm that it was impossible to guess her true emotions.

“Some people are destined to become legends.”

There was no jealousy or regret in her tone, just a hint of emotion and helplessness.

The good feelings we once had now seemed so distant and unattainable in the face of this huge gap.

She was still just a student, but he was already standing not far from the top of the world.

Ushas seemed to be aware of the complicated emotions in Camille's heart, and tactfully did not continue the topic.

She shook the huge axe on her shoulder, stretched, and continued to maintain that lazy posture.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

In this atmosphere, Muji, standing on Ushas's shoulder, raised the monocular and stared into the distance.

His emerald little hands flexibly adjusted the lens, and his eyes penetrated through the layers of sea fog and captured a blurry shadow in the distance.

The sea breeze was fierce, whistling with a damp and salty smell, making the dilapidated dock of Gray Harbor Town creak slightly in the wind.

The coastline in the distance appears and disappears, shrouded in a light sea mist.

The sky was grey and the fog was like a huge veil, covering the view hazy and mysterious.

The waves hit the shore, making a low echo.

"Huh?" Muji's voice was filled with a hint of surprise.

He continued:

"There's a ship approaching this way."

He focused his eyes on the ship and looked at it carefully.

The ship looked particularly lonely on the gray sea.

The hull is slender and low, and the outer shell is covered with traces of time. The light yellow hull has been eroded by sea water, and the rust spots on the hull are shocking.

On the bow, an exquisitely carved old-fashioned nautical compass rose hung high in the wind, swaying gently as the ship pitched.

Muji's eyes were focused on the ship, and the monocular was shaking slightly. "The Wilson Wildlife Response Team is here," Muji's voice became clearer. "That's Professor Hendrix, exactly like the one in the photo."

He moved the telescope slightly and carefully observed the people on the boat.

Standing at the bow was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face and looking a little exhausted.

Hendrix's forehead was slightly wrinkled, and there were obvious dark circles under his eyes, as if he had experienced long-term fatigue and anxiety.

The man was tall, but he did not look relaxed at the moment, and his eyes glanced around nervously from time to time.

However, what caught Muji's attention most was not Hendrix's expression, but the people around him.

Next to the man stood three people - two women and one man, wearing long green robes. The green robes fluttered gently in the sea breeze, and the green fabric stood out against the gray background. Each person's collar was embroidered with intricate runes, highlighting their deep connection with nature and magic.

"And those people around him are... green-robed wizards." There was a hint of nervousness in Muji's voice, "They are from the International Confederation of Wizards."

After hearing Muji's words, everyone turned their heads and looked in the direction of the ship.

As the ship got closer, their vision became clearer and they could see Professor Hendricks standing on the deck, and the three wizards in green robes.

The hull swayed slightly, and the figures of the three wizards looked solemn and mysterious in the sea fog.

Camille narrowed her eyes and looked closely at the green-robed wizard standing next to Professor Hendricks.

There were two women and one man. One of the women was a little older, with black hair tied behind her head. She had a stern expression and held a wooden staff tightly in her hand, ready to cast a spell at any time.

The other woman in green robe was relatively young, with blonde hair and sharp eyes, and seemed to be highly alert to everything around her.

The green-robed man standing behind them was not tall, but his aura should not be underestimated. His eyes were deep, hiding a powerful force.

Ushas frowned slightly, stared at the ship with his three eyes, and muttered softly:
"It is indeed the green-robed wizard. It seems that this matter is not that simple."

She slowly placed her hand on the giant axe behind her, ready to deal with any possible emergency.

Lifener floated in the air, his eyes flickering, looking nervously at the approaching ship.

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The ship moved slowly forward in the sea fog, swaying towards the dilapidated dock of Gray Harbor Town.

The middle-aged man on the deck was facing the three green-robed wizards standing beside him - members of the Emerald Guardian Society. He spoke helplessly:
"Dear Emerald Guardian Society, I am just a member of an animal protection organization, and a non-extreme one at that."

Standing next to him were three green-robed wizards, their robes swaying gently in the wind, carrying a strong natural scent.

Walking in the front was the leader of the Emerald Guardians, Eldris Valorien, a half-elf with a solemn face.

Standing next to Aldress was her right-hand man, the dwarf druid Calian Stoneheart.

Kallian is a large man with a short, stocky frame that shows his great strength and combat experience, and he carries a magical axe slung across his shoulder.

Standing a little further back was an agile ranger, Senna Moonshadow. Her green robe fluttered gently in the sea breeze, revealing an exquisite hunting knife and bow and arrow. She was obviously an agile and highly combat-capable wizard.

The professor waved his hand slightly at them and continued:

"Our visit to Grey Harbor has nothing to do with Oakrum, and we don't plan to go to the Hundred Worlds of the International Wizarding Union. The people from the Deer Court are there. I didn't lie to you." He raised his hand and pointed to the distance, as if trying to prove his innocence. The professor looked a little anxious, fearing that these green-robed wizards would misunderstand their intentions and cause more unnecessary trouble.

"I can tell you directly about the magical animals we have contained this time."

The professor sighed helplessly, with a trace of worry in his eyes. "It's a white long-haired whale. People believe that its fur, skin and blubber have some medicinal properties, especially that it can promote fertility or make the blood flow more smoothly. You also know that as long as it involves such organs that promote certain functions, no matter what animal it is, it will soon be hunted down by humans."

When he said this, he spread his hands, his tone full of helplessness and resentment:

"These little animals are on the verge of extinction, with only a few dozen left in the world. Fortunately, there are still about 200 of them, but due to some illegal whaling activities, the number is still steadily decreasing. We came here just to bring it back, and if possible, we also hope to send it to Three Portlands for protection."

Sea fog filled the air, surrounding the ship with a salty and damp chill. From time to time, waves gently hit the hull, making a low sound.

Professor Jason Hendrix stood at the bow, facing the three green-robed wizards of the Emerald Guardian, fatigue still evident on his face.

However, before he could finish his words, Aldris Valorien's calm and majestic voice suddenly interrupted him:

"Why not bring it to Wilson Wildlife Solutions' homeland? To the Boring Town hub in Clackamas County, Oregon?"

These words were like a cold wind blowing across the deck, making the atmosphere slightly stiff.

The expression on Hendrix's face seemed a little embarrassed. He frowned slightly, raised his hand to gently cover the corner of his mouth, and pretended to cough inadvertently.

"Well...Ms. Eldress, you asked a good question."

"In this world, normalcy is actually very difficult to maintain. Our regulation of anomalies affects everything, and the balance in any aspect may collapse due to the slightest change."

Hendrix paused, raised his hand to tidy up his short hair that was messed up by the wind, and continued:

"We, the Wilson Wildlife Response Team, strictly abide by the 'Boring Agreement'. This agreement is not just some regulations or rules for our organization to deal with abnormal issues. It is far more than a legalized handling agreement. It is a contract."

"Our founder, Tim Wilson, is just an ordinary, privately funded animal protectionist."

"You know, our organizational structure is very weak, and can't even compare to the powerful power and resources of those wizarding organizations... But we have one thing, that is, we are useful enough." Hendrix smiled bitterly, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone.

“Publicly, we can be called by any resident of Clackamas County to deal with minor problems, like a herd of deer that always blocks the road or a raccoon that likes to get into trash cans.”

He spread his hands, as if he was describing the trivialities of daily life in a vivid way, with a slightly relaxed tone.

But soon, his voice lowered, with a hint of secrecy and caution.

"Instead of being public," Hendrix continued, his eyes slightly hardened, "we can be called upon by residents anywhere in Oregon to deal with matters that are more secretive than what is stated on our website. Those 'anomalies' that you wizards may not pay much attention to - those threats that grow quietly in the dark."

He paused, as if waiting for the other party's reaction.

Eldris continued to stare at him quietly, her eyes sharp and expressionless.

Hendrix took a deep breath and continued, “We bill ourselves as a wildlife rehabilitation center. We take injured, endangered animals—whether it’s a deer with a broken leg or a bird with a broken wing—and we do our best to nurse them back to health and then release them back into the wild. That’s what we do.”

Hendrix's voice gradually became firm:

"We are ecologists, zoologists, veterinarians, animal control experts, conservationists, and some passionate people. We are friends and family. We have the power to innovate, and for the most part, we are really good people."

"But, in most cases—"

Hendrix smiled bitterly, his slightly pale face looked even more tired in the sea mist, his voice became deeper, and he uttered the most important truth.

"We have no money."

This sentence seemed to break the silence on the boat.

Hendrix’s voice was particularly harsh on the wind, with a helpless sincerity.

He spread his hands, as if trying feebly to explain what was happening before his eyes.

Wilson's Wildlife Solutions is unable to house all of the endangered magical animals, such as the fire deer. Sometimes the team cannot even afford to feed them, so they have to move them to the deer farm in Three Portlands.

Sea fog filled the surroundings, and the town of Grey Harbor was shrouded in a mysterious and depressing atmosphere, with the air filled with the smell of damp sea salt.

Professor Jason Hendrix stood on the deck, his eyes fixed on the half-elf leader Eldriss Velorion in front of him for a moment, a hint of confusion 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, why do you, the Emerald Watchers, react so strongly to outsiders?"

His question seemed reasonable. After all, he was just a member of Wilson's Wildlife Solutions team, and his mission was to shelter endangered animals.

But the reaction of the green-robed wizards before him seemed to far exceed his expectations of the wizarding organization.

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

The Society of the Emerald Watchers is a druid society founded by green-robed wizards in the Realm of Oakrum specifically to protect magical creatures and maintain the balance of nature.

Oakrum was originally founded by a group of powerful wizards who realized that modern metropolises like New York, while chaotic, were ideal places to hide magical activities.

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

The bridge is located in a small plane and is hidden from the view of ordinary humans through complex magical protection and camouflage.

The Nexus has existed for hundreds of years, weathering magical wars, social changes, and world upheavals, but it has always served as a safe haven for wizards to communicate in secret.

It is also No. 98 in the Hundred Layer World.

He was almost about to fall below one hundred and lose the right to make decisions as a wizard in the hundred-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 a harmonious relationship between magical creatures and the natural world.

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

The professor had heard that the origin of the Emerald Watcher could be traced back to hundreds of years ago, when a group of druid wizards discovered that certain magical creatures were on the verge of extinction. So they used natural magic and druid rituals to establish several protected areas in the [Realm of Oakrum] to provide shelter for these endangered creatures.

The members of this society are not only dedicated to biological protection, but also concerned about the potential threats posed by the disorder of magical forces to nature and creatures.

And Aldris, as the leader of the Emerald Watchers, is the most powerful and prestigious leader among them.

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

This shelter mission was clearly just to rescue a white long-haired whale, so how could it involve such a powerful Green Robe Society?

Eldris's expression became even gloomier after hearing the professor's question. There was a thick shadow on her face, as if she was shrouded in some deep worry.

She clenched the old wooden stick tightly in her hands, trying to suppress the uneasiness in her heart.

"When the third twin star fell in the night sky of the Hundred Worlds," she said in a low and cold voice.

"The alignment of the stars will no longer be stable, and the shadow of nothingness will devour everything. At that time, the wizard's scepter will be powerless to control the world, the most ancient magic will collapse, and the entire hundred-layer world will be torn apart in the collision of strong light and darkness."

"???" The professor looked confused.

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

"The stars are in disarray, and a shadow of nothingness rises from the town of Greyhaven."

"There..." Kallian pointed to the nearby Grey Harbor Town shrouded in sea fog, his tone becoming heavier. "The fog hides countless dead. Their blood will be used as a sacrifice to start the Dark Lord's journey of corruption."

Professor Hendrix frowned, looking back and forth between Kallian and Eldress, obviously confused.

The dwarf Kallian continued, with a certain fear and despair in his voice:
"In an endless dream, fog obscured everything...but the light of a silver staff pierced through the fog, revealing the beginning of destruction."

"The man with golden eyes stood in front of the abyss where time stopped, his smile like a dark star in the night sky. All those who have ever lived will turn into fragments in the darkness in his dreams."

This series of metaphors and terrifying predictions completely stunned Hendrix. His brows furrowed even 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 the hell is going on here? To be honest, I don't like the Riddler. Especially in this land, I've seen too many of them."

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

At this moment, Senna Moon Shadow, who was standing nearby, took over the conversation softly, explaining with a calm and cool tone: "This is a prophecy."

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

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

Senna nodded and continued to explain:
"Yes, the prophecy. The prophecy of the Dark Lord."

"All wizards, regardless of which faction they came from, foresaw at the same moment a horrific disaster that would soon affect the entire Hundred Layer World."

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

“The Chief Archdruid once said,” Senna continued, her tone becoming deeper and more mysterious.

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

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

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

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

The professor subconsciously raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, looking embarrassed and uneasy, 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 was looming in the distance, as if shrouded by a mysterious force.

Professor Jason Hendrix stood at the bow, his inner confusion and anxiety forced him to carefully consider his next words.

He obviously found it difficult to make sense of the prophecies and warnings of these green-robed wizards.

He sighed, considered his tone for a moment, and asked tentatively:

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

These words were spoken with some hesitation and tentativeness, because he was not sure what answers these mysterious wizards would give.

The half-elf leader Eldris Valorien standing before him still had a stern look in her eyes, her expression as calm as ice shrouded in mist.

Her eyes were so dark that they seemed to penetrate time and space, looking past Hendrix's questions and into some terrible moment in the future.

She was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke in a low and firm voice:
"No matter who the Dark Lord is, we cannot let him find a way into the Hundred Worlds."

Hendrix stared at her and frowned at the answer.

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

Eldris continued, with a tone of unshakable determination: "And we must find the Blood of the Grey Haven Dead."

Hearing this, Hendrix felt even more confused.

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

Wizards are always so vague; their prophecies and missions are often filled with obscure language and mysterious hints.

He tried to stay calm and not let the chaotic emotions affect his judgment.

"What is the Blood of the Grey Haven Dead?"

He couldn't help but ask, even though he was mentally prepared that the answer might make him even more confused, he still hoped to find a glimmer of clarity from these riddle-like answers.

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

"Blood will stain the mists of the Grey Havens red, black flames will burn in the ruins, and the wails of the dead will echo in the abyss of the plane.

The guardians of the past will bear the will of the dead, and the staffs in their hands will no longer hold up the light of protection, but will become sharp blades that tear apart the rules of the plane.

Three bodies of destruction stand side by side, and the power of nothingness will devour the boundaries of the hundred-layer world.

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

The blood sacrifice has determined the turn of fate. The Black King will take nothingness as his crown and rebuild the world on the ruins. "

What the hell is going on, damn Riddler, get out of this world!!!

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

On the surface, the professor still tried his best to remain polite and calm, and even forced a smile at the corner of his mouth, trying his best to hide the impatience and confusion in his heart.

His gaze no longer stayed on the three green-robed wizards, but glanced into the distance, hoping to see a savior who could break this oppression.

Finally, the boat slowly approached the shore. The deck shook slightly and the rusty iron chains made a creaking sound.

Hendrix felt a slight vibration in the wooden planks beneath his feet, and the ship came to a steady stop.

At this moment, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the uneasiness and irritability in his heart subsided a little.

He looked from the edge of the boat to the shore, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

In the fog of Gray Harbor Town, he vaguely saw a group of familiar figures walking towards them from a distance.

They are students from Luyuan.

Seeing this scene, Hendrix finally felt a sense of relief deep in his heart, as if the huge rock hanging in his heart had finally fallen to the ground.

He turned slightly, gave the green-robed wizards a stiff smile, and nodded slightly, as if to say:

"Let's leave it to these students next."

The fog on the shore gradually dissipated, and the team of students from Luyuan came into his sight, walking towards him with an aura that made him feel at ease.

Hendrix thought silently in his heart:

Finally... I have someone to rely on.

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