The so-called black tide is a natural phenomenon in which the magical creatures in the Silent Forest lose their minds due to hunger in certain bad conditions in late winter and early spring, and then attack Beta Town, looking for food and other ways out, because those magical creatures are so dark and surging.
The tide is called the black tide by wizards.
Of course, there is another explanation. Every time the black tide surges, it will alarm those 'wild hunters' who are lost in the depths of the silent forest. They are a group of wizards who are obsessed with hunting monsters and lost in the darkness, walking with the mist.
, accompanying death, chasing prey they can never catch, pouring out of the forest like a dark tide.
According to general experience, the Kuroshio usually breaks out in February or March every year, and no later than April.
It's already early June, and this year's Kuroshio has already broken out. Theoretically, there won't be a new Kuroshio.
But after Kolma heard the report from his subordinates, he didn't have any doubts.
Because in the entire Phuket Island, or in the entire wizarding world, the group that is most sensitive to the black tide is the magicians who have lived in the northern area of Beta Town for generations.
The big names in the Wizarding Alliance examine the Black Tide, either through alchemy instruments fixed on trees or rocks; or through divination magic such as crystal balls and tarot cards; or through the oral accounts of the parties involved, and by extracting the memories of the undead. They are very
Avoid facing those dirty and dangerous creatures.
As for the magicians in the North District, all their understanding of the black tide is based on life.
Many magicians need to go deep into the Silent Forest and risk their lives to collect herbs and magic materials in exchange for a meager income and make a living. Because of their weak magical abilities and huge risks, every step they take in the Silent Forest is a
It was discovered by our predecessors through their lives.
They are like dragonflies before a rainstorm. They are unusually sensitive to climate change. After catching the wrong prey in the wrong place, they will know that a storm is coming. From this point of view, their ability is no better than that of those who catch the wrong prey in the wrong place.
A highly skilled fortune teller.
It's just that every time the fortune teller makes accurate predictions, he is fiddling with the thin thread hanging the Sword of Damocles, and he will not waste energy on such trivial matters.
"How long will it take?" Kolma turned her gaze to the bottom of the river again, looking at the surging group of tadpoles. She was asking how long it would take before a new black tide broke out.
"It can happen at any time." The subordinates replied respectfully. Even if the mistake was not completely confirmed, they could not believe that two black tides would break out within a year, and naturally they did not dare to report it to the great sage.
"What about scale?"
"Big...unprecedented."
"Be specific."
"In addition to Beta Town, First University may also be within the scope of this black wave."
"Isn't the school responding?"
"……No."
"No reaction is the greatest reaction." Kolma said thoughtfully.
She originally thought that the wizard in the North District was sensitive to danger and discovered the surging black tide, but now it seems that the situation is obviously much worse than she expected.
Under normal circumstances, such a big change in the Silent Forest would definitely alarm the school's surveillance circle. According to common sense, no matter how the school plans to deal with this inexplicable 'black tide', it will send a considerable number of hunting teams deep into the Silent Forest to investigate
, instead of being silent and indifferent like now.
No, not indifferent.
Kolma felt that the school's response was more appropriately described as "ready to prepare".
"The biggest reaction?" The subordinate obviously did not understand the meaning of Kolma's words and was stunned for a moment: "Does it mean that the school already knows that the black tide is coming? Then do we still need to warn the school? What about the subsequent defense work?
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"Everything is business as usual. When it's time to warn, when it's time to prepare for defense, prepare for defense." The witch tugged on her cloak and glanced across the water, looking into the depths of the Silent Forest:
"We cannot place our hopes on others."
"The people of the North District always believe too much in the power of magic, the students always believe too much in the power of the school, and the old wizards who are above the North District and the students are too superstitious about the power of fate... When everyone
If you put your hope in others and leave it to yourself, all you will have is despair."
"The North End has had enough of despair."
"Since the school plans to hide in a turtle shell, let the entire Phuket Island see the power of the wizard in the North District and see how much fog the wildfire called hope can dispel and how much darkness can be illuminated!"
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The rats sneaked along the deep Silent River for a long time, and finally landed at a secluded inlet.
The 'soap bubbles' that were protected from water broke away from the water, making a weak 'crackling' sound. Thousands of soap bubbles shattered together, just like the sound of wood burning in a fire.
The rats were divided into different queues according to the color of their vests, and they lined up neatly and flocked to a small open space deep in the bay.
In the center of the open space, there is a short arch.
The arch is high and low, with Roman columns on the left and right. The vault is entangled with olive branches and laurel. A group of naked, chubby elves with weird smiles on their faces are hidden among the lush branches and leaves.
Red, yellow, and cyan, the three teams seemed to be three thin lines twisted together. One end was submerged in the short arch, and the other end was still immersed in the gurgling silent river.
The Rat Immortal sat on his wooden chariot and watched all this silently.
Next to it, squatting was a wizard shrouded in black robes, with a hood on his head, only a small piece of pale and smooth chin exposed.
"Are you sure they are reliable?" The wizard looked at the mice wearing vests, his tone full of doubt: "It's not that I don't believe you, I just think it's a bit ridiculous."
"Absurd?" The wrinkles on the Mouse Fairy's face became a little deeper: "Wizards use elves as experimental assistants, don't you think it's absurd; alchemists use corpses to refine living creatures, don't you think it's absurd... Now, how many
Do you think it's ridiculous for a little mouse to help you draw the rune array? As for reliability, if they are unreliable, then there is no one I can trust in this world."
"It's not about carving runes, it's just about getting started!" the black-robed wizard reminded him, and then complained: "If you hadn't suddenly asked to speed up the progress, I could have done better by myself."
"Time waits for no one. No one knows that the fruit will be ripe suddenly." The Mouse Immortal's tone was also full of helplessness: "Wandering, that guy is also very busy right now."
"This is not necessarily a bad thing." The black-robed wizard comforted him: "We are not ready, the school is not ready, and those demons are naturally not ready... When everyone is not fully prepared, the competition is
It’s unexpected. And I believe that Ju03 is the biggest accident in the world.”