Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 153 Werewolf
Anser got up, walked to the window, opened it, and then took two steps back.

The yellow-green bird spread its wings and flew in, transforming out of thin air into a girl. She wore a simple emerald green leather armor, was petite, had light brown skin, delicate and soft features, and her green eyes were full of vigilance, giving the impression that she was easy to bully.

Quentin and Carreno were startled when a third person suddenly appeared in the room, and they all crowded around.

"Karetha?" Quentin's eyes widened in surprise as he recognized her. "What brings you here?"

"You two know each other?" Anser asked, puzzled.

“Karetha is a Green Garden druid who lives deep in the Razortooth Forest, not far from Durrag,” Quentin explained, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

These druids didn't have a good relationship with Durag, and the former guild leader, Stoll, had even clashed with them.

The core issue is that humans have been recklessly logging and destroying forests without restraint, which has caused dissatisfaction among the lush green forests. They have intimidated and driven away humans, and the conflict has been escalating.

“Have you heard of me? Are you looking for me?” Anser gestured for her to sit down.

Karisa scrutinized Anser for a moment, then her gaze fell on the shield. Her eyes narrowed slightly before she spoke casually, "President Holreven, what is this Emerald Garden you've heard about?"

Her voice was as clear as a bird's, but her tone was old-fashioned.

"The way to maintain the balance of civilization?" Anser probed.

He didn't remember any of that; all he knew was that the Green Garden was an unconventional, rather loosely organized Druid society.

Karisa raised an eyebrow, a smile appearing on her face: "President Hallewen is indeed different from others. Emerald Garden has never been an enemy of humanity; we have always been committed to protecting civilization from destruction..."

She launched into a long explanation, from the organization's philosophy to what they've been doing lately.

Anser was unsure of her intentions and simply listened quietly.

The core concept of Emerald Garden is the principle of balance, protecting civilization from destruction while maintaining the balance of natural order.

The organization's symbol is a stag's head emblem, and its members prefer to wear emerald green clothing. The organization's members are diverse: druids, rangers, barbarians...

The Green Garden has a branch organization in the Sharp-Toothed Forest. Their greatest enemies are actually werewolves, undead, and shadow creatures. They have been fighting against these evil creatures for many years, indirectly protecting ordinary people outside the forest.

They don't actually oppose reasonable logging; they only intervene in irresponsible acts of destruction.

But all of this is not understood by humans. Humans only see that the lush green garden once stopped them from cutting down the forest, and the relationship between the two sides has never been friendly.

Quentin's expression was subtle. This wasn't the first time he'd heard this, but the Federation didn't like Emerald Garden. From a human perspective, Emerald Garden was indeed a bit of a busybody.

Humans rely on the mountains for sustenance and the water for sustenance. Timber is an essential fuel for human life. If you have to explain a lot of reasons for cutting down a few trees, he can't understand it, let alone ordinary people.

After a long while, Karisa finally finished speaking and looked at Anser with her hands behind her back.

“I agree with your ideas,” Anser said, spreading his hands. “However, I can’t stop people from cutting down trees; many children depend on them for survival.”

Orphans exist everywhere, and Dulag is no exception, but there are no orphanages here. The children have to rely on themselves to survive, and it's perfectly normal for them to gather firewood or cut down small trees.

“Acceptance is a good start.” Karisa smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons, seemingly unconcerned about cutting down the tree.

Anser focused his mind on her, the dice spun slightly, and the other party's information popped up:
【Kareza, Wood Elf, Level 10 Druid (Earth Society)】

'They're quite strong, but probably not enough to fight werewolves.'

He deduced that there must be high-level or top-level professionals in the Emerald Garden, and that it would be difficult for someone too weak to survive in the Sharp-Toothed Forest.

"What brings you here this time?" he asked directly.

“I’m here to warn you, beware of werewolves!” Karisa said solemnly. “The werewolf tribe in the Sharp Tooth Forest has been very active. We’ve even seen humans making contact with them. Their target may be Durag.”

"How many people are in the werewolf tribe?" Anser pressed.

Werewolves are actually human, transformed into beast-like beings due to bloodlines or curses. They can transform into ferocious wolf-like forms or hybrid half-wolf, half-human shapes, belonging to the monster category. Their basic challenge level is 3, and they excel at group tactics, making them extremely difficult to deal with. "There are more than just one or two werewolf tribes; the largest tribe probably has a thousand members," Karisa replied.

Do you know who's been in contact with the werewolves?

"I don't know."

"Thank you for reminding us, we will be prepared," Anser said sincerely.

Regardless of whether the information is true or false, their intentions are good.

"You're welcome. I hope to see you again." Karisa smiled, turned around, transformed into a little sparrow, flew out the window, and quickly disappeared.

"They must have come specifically to see you," Quentin chuckled.

"Hmm." Anser wasn't surprised. He'd only just taken office and already caused a lot of trouble, so it was normal for neighbors to come over and probe. "Have werewolves ever appeared before?"

“They often come out to plunder adventurers or farms. They are very clever and have never been to the city.” Quentin frowned as he recalled the werewolves. “Being bitten by a werewolf can turn you into one, which is very troublesome.”

"We must be wary of werewolves. We need to activate the patrol towers outside the city and strengthen their defenses," Anser said thoughtfully.

There are several watchtowers in the western part of the city, near the forest, spaced about one mile apart, but they are rarely used.

"Understood, I'll arrange it right away." Seeing Anser's serious expression, Quentin didn't dare to delay and immediately went to do it.

Anser stroked his chin, lost in thought.

'Could it be Anmu? Aren't they busy fighting off the Green Dragonflight's invasion? Or maybe it's the nobles of those Claw Cities, or Mind Flayers...'

The scariest thing about werewolves is that they are human, making them very difficult to detect when they don't transform.

Moreover, if an ordinary person is bitten by a werewolf in its transformed state, they will suffer the werewolf curse, and if they cannot withstand it, they will also turn into a werewolf.

Therefore, the werewolves that ambush adventurers or villagers may not necessarily have come from the forest. They may have originally been hiding in the human world, and due to the influence of the full moon or other factors, they could not suppress their urge to transform and came out to commit crimes.

If a werewolf is truly bribed, it could be extremely troublesome.

At this moment, he felt that Feren was truly in chaos; such a small place as Durag had so many contradictions and entanglements.

He sat back down at his desk, quickly wrote out the army building plan, and then put it aside; that was enough.

He has some experience in fighting, but his military skills are not as good as those trash-talking forum members from his previous life. There's no need for him to give unsolicited advice; just give him a general direction.

It was almost noon, so he simply invited Careno to go to the Federation restaurant together to have lunch and get to know the Federation staff.
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Sharp-Toothed Forest, Crescent Basin.

Beside an ancient and dilapidated architectural ruin lies a small village, entirely composed of wooden buildings, most with a small courtyard, where dried meat and animal hides hang to dry, their style indistinguishable from that of humans.

It was noon, and wisps of smoke rose from the village. Among those eating were humans, wolves, and werewolves that were half-human and half-wolf.

This is clearly a werewolf tribe.

In a large wooden building in the middle that resembled more of a warehouse than a residence, a dozen figures sat facing each other, eating their food, much of which was bloody and clearly undercooked.

The man sitting at the head of the table didn't eat. He crossed his arms and looked expressionlessly at his companions on either side, who resembled savages, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

"Chieftain," one of the werewolves mumbled between bites, "are we really going to listen to those birdmen and launch a sneak attack on Durag?"

A man next to him threw down the bone he was holding and retorted, "You birdman, birdman, aren't you human?!"

“Of course I’m not human.” The werewolf retorted, baring his fangs and looking mocking. “I am a noble werewolf. If you’re so eager to be human, what are you doing here? Go back to the human world.”

“You…” the man roared, his canine teeth protruding and hair growing, signs of deformity.

(End of this chapter)