The old fish-man who picked up the forest fruit and led the fish-man tribe at the bottom of the lake hurriedly out of the water was Professor Garcia.
As a teacher at the First University, Professor Garcia is more familiar with the communication logic of the wizarding world and is more thoughtful than his closed-minded and xenophobic relatives at the bottom of the lake. Therefore, after the school's guardian array appeared over the fish-man reservation,
, it immediately rushed back to the bottom of the lake, fearing that this accident was caused by some crazy radical fishmen at the bottom of the lake.
The results were mixed.
Fortunately, the murloc tribe at the bottom of the lake was also in chaos, including the tribe elders, priests and young murloc leaders. No one knew what happened. They only knew that an ivy suddenly grew out of the lake, and then the lake looked like it was blooming.
It was as noisy as a pot.
At least the trouble was not caused by the fish people in the reservation, which made Professor Garcia breathe a sigh of relief.
But as the saying goes, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. The fish people knew nothing about the origin of the ivy, which not only reassured Professor Garcia, but also worried him at the same time.
The world of magic is as beautiful as it is dangerous.
No one knew where the ivy came from or whether the demons on the ivy had sneaked into the tribe at the same time. Therefore, after communicating with Professor Garcia, the chief elder of the fishman tribe immediately ordered that strong and strong people be selected.
The astute fish-man guards searched around to ensure the safety of the bottom of the lake. At the same time, they summoned all the priests and headed to the place where the ivy was born, taking the totems that the fish-men tribe had worshiped for a long time.
The bottom of the lake is slippery and the water is freezing cold. It has been a long time since Professor Garcia stepped on the smooth pebbles and kept slipping, attracting frequent side glances from other murlocs and making the old murloc look quite embarrassed.
It tugged at the robe on its body that had become extra heavy after being stained with water, and muttered: "This wizard's robe is really not suitable for activities in the water."
"You have lived on the shore for too long, and you will inevitably overlook this detail." The elder of the fishman tribe, who was all white and with almost all his scales, patted Professor Garcia's dorsal fin comfortingly, took a few breaths, and whispered.
"But it is our fish-men's instinct to move in the water. If you take a few more steps, you can find the feeling again."
These words made Professor Garcia feel a lot more comfortable.
Although Linzhong Lake is large, the fishman tribe has settled here for many years. Under the leadership of the fishmen who are familiar with the water conditions, the group soon arrived at the place where the ivy sprouted.
It's different from what Professor Garcia imagined.
The ivy did not grow from the mud at the bottom of the lake, but grew directly from the cold, dark water in the middle of the lake.
There is no light in the water, so the ivy appears dimly from the shadow where light and darkness meet, winding upward like a phantom. The higher you go, the brighter the light, and the illusory figure of the ivy becomes more solid until it shines through.
On the water surface, the ivy completely turned into reality and appeared on the surface of Linzhong Lake.
Professor Garcia tried to hit the ivy with his staff in the water.
The head of the staff was wrapped in a white light, bringing up a series of bubbles and rippling water waves, and then it easily passed through the ivy. Several other murloc elders also used their own methods, but they could only see the lake water flowing through the webs of their fingers.
The green vines undulated with the water flow. A group of old fishmen finally confirmed that the green vines in the water were not real, but a shadow between reality and reality.
"This is no longer a situation we can handle," the elder of the fish-man tribe looked at the vine shadow swaying with the water with a heavy face, and a few bubbles escaped from the two long beards at the corners of his mouth: "Magic involving space and dimensions
, we must ask the school’s great wizard to take action...can you invite Professor Yao?"
The last sentence was addressed to Professor Garcia.
Professor Garcia very much recognized the judgment of the great elder, but he did not have much confidence in whether he could invite Professor Yao - or any great wizard to take action.
In normal times, this would not be difficult, but as far as Garcia knows, many high-level wizards at First University, including Professor Yao, are not in school at the moment.
"I can try," it could not refuse the tribe's entrustment. It could only mumble, raised its head, and took a deep look at the ivy that was swaying slightly with the water: "...I hope it will stay like this before the school handles it.
Quiet."
Before he finished speaking, there was a surge of water in the distance.
The old fish people looked back one after another.
A moment later, Iseni, the most prestigious fish-man of the younger generation, slid in front of the elders with a wave of water, and a thick bone rod in his hand.
"There is a monster in the lake," the young fishman said in a somewhat panicked tone, which was completely different from his usual arrogance: "It does not belong to Linzhong Lake, and it may not even belong to the Silent River! I have never seen that kind of monster!
"
"What kind of monster?" A fishman priest waved his hand to create a bubble, which landed on Iseni's head.
The bubbles suddenly burst, scattering little bits of starlight, soothing the young fishman's dejected mood.
"It looks like a sheep." After coming back to his senses, Iseni didn't have time to be ashamed. He danced and gestured and described to the elders: "It has two coiled horns, and its body is pitch black, half of it is burning, and the other half is normal...
…It seems to have a lot of legs…the flames look like the Kraken’s tentacles!”
"Where are its eyes?" Professor Garcia's heart skipped a beat and he quickly asked.
The young fishman was stunned for a moment, and then murmured in reply: "The eyes... the eyes should be black. The bottom of the water is too dark, so we can't see clearly... Several of our friends were burned by the fire on the black sheep.
He immediately lost consciousness..."
Professor Garcia is holding a staff in one hand, like other tribal elders. But the other hand is in his pocket, and his index and middle fingers are quietly crossed - this is a way of praying and blessing only for wizards. The old fishman hopes that the tribe can obtain the ancestors.
Shared blessings with the wizards.
"Let's go over and take a look." It looked back at the tribe's chief elder.
The snow-white old fishman shook the staff in his hand. The carp wooden sculpture hanging on the head of the staff danced uneasily, and the silver ring on the fish's mouth collided crazily, making a dull sound.
"There's no need for us to go there," it breathed twice, then turned to look in the direction Iseni was swimming in: "It's already here."
Professor Garcia glanced at the empty lake and was wondering if the elder was dazzled.
But the next moment, it opened its eyes in horror - beside the ivy that was empty a few seconds ago, a black sheep figure appeared at some point, just like Iseni described before, half normal, half burning
Body.
The dark red flames burned quietly in the lake, and there was a thick shadow covering the firelight. They jumped with the burning flames, like illusory tentacles.
After just a few more glances, the tribal totems originally carried by the priests clicked and made an ominous breaking sound.
This chapter has been completed!