Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 159 Wolf Plague
While waiting for others, Anser continued to use his Arcane Eye to search for the werewolf's trail.

The Mystic Eyes moved through the buildings at the speed of a normal person running, glancing at each room in a flash, preferring to miss something rather than waste too much time.

First, search civilian areas, hotels, and refugee camps, as these places are easier to enter.

After searching half of the southern city, they found another group, consisting of five young and strong werewolves.

Anser was already getting a little uneasy. The werewolf challenge level was 3, and a few dozen werewolves could cause large-scale chaos. If there were hundreds, the entire Durrag would be in chaos.

It was nearing noon, a time that should have been a relaxed lunch break, but the atmosphere in the federation was somewhat tense.

Every now and then, groups of soldiers would arrive at the Federation's headquarters; some were familiar faces, but many were strangers.

Quentin led the group upstairs in a hurry, the heavy footsteps interrupting Anser's search.

The door was not closed. Quentin knocked gently, afraid of disturbing Anser's spellcasting.

Anser stood up and waved to them: "Please come in."

Of the five people in the group, apart from Quentin, he had only ever met the wood elf druid Karisa before; the other three were complete strangers.

Quentin stood beside Anser and raised his hand to introduce him: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is Mr. Anser Hollevin, the president of our federation."

“It’s truly… eye-catching.” The speaker was a tall Tiflin, dressed in metal armor, carrying a specially made helmet, with sculpted features, fair skin, and metal pendants hanging from the curved corners of his head.

“My name is Macaria, leader of the Philo Mercenary Group.” As she spoke, she extended her right hand to Anser.

"Phiru" refers to July. The name isn't very imposing or aggressive, but mercenary groups that dare to use this name are generally quite powerful.

Anser raised his hand and lightly touched hers: "We've met. Your collaboration with Salberg has ended?"

Macaria smiled and said, "Of course, Tyrone didn't inform me about what happened that day beforehand. We had a fight and parted on bad terms."

She pointed to the two people behind her and introduced them: "These two are the captains of the mercenary group, Amnon and Mordai."

The two bowed slightly, their eyes filled with curiosity, but they remained silent.

Anser nodded in acknowledgment. Both of them were male Tieflins with reddish skin, which made it clear at a glance that their bloodlines were very pure.

“President, Karisa said she had something important to tell us, so I brought her along.” Quentin gave Anser a look, feeling that Green Garden should know something.

“Anser, we’ve discovered that a large number of werewolves are leaving the depths of the forest in batches. They might infiltrate the city, so please be on guard.” Karisa addressed Anser by his first name and spoke casually, even though the two had only met once.

“They’ve arrived, lurking throughout the city, their numbers unknown. I’m using my Arcane Eye to search them, and so far I’ve spotted five groups, 25 werewolves.” Anser gestured for everyone to sit down.

The Green Garden and werewolves are mortal enemies. Mercenary groups rely on human society for survival, so the possibility of them colluding with werewolves is extremely low, and they can generally be trusted.

Conversely, werewolves are almost incapable of coexisting with any intelligent beings; they are inherently evil, and their bloodthirsty bestiality can only be temporarily suppressed.

"That doesn't make sense." Karisa frowned, pacing back and forth with her hands behind her back. Her face was youthful, but her posture was old-fashioned, making her look very strange.

Makaria and the others exchanged glances, a hint of excitement appearing on their faces. They didn't care whether the city was in chaos or not; they only knew that this was definitely a big deal.

"How many people are there in Emerald Green Garden? Can they come and help?" Anser asked directly, without beating around the bush.

"today?"

"today!"

“At most twenty or so professionals,” Karisa pondered. “Including me, there are three elite professionals.”

This strength is definitely not weak. The Federation only has three elite professionals and one advanced professional on the surface.

"Would it be alright if we met at the guard training ground next door at three o'clock this afternoon?" Anser's tone was polite, after all, he needed her help. "No problem, I'll go and gather everyone right away." Karisa didn't ask any more questions, turned around and left, acting decisively.

Werewolves are a major threat to Emerald Garden, and they certainly won't let such an opportunity pass them by.

Anser turned to look at Macaria.

The female Tiffilin met his gaze and decisively spoke first: "The Philo Mercenary Group has more than sixty people, but as you know, everyone's been in a bad situation lately. After falling out with Salberg, the final payments..."

Anser immediately understood, took out two bottles of holy water from his dragon-skin bag, and slammed them on the table: "One bottle of holy water for each ordinary werewolf."

Previously, a bottle of holy water was only worth tens or hundreds of gold coins, but things are different now, and this stuff is hard to buy.

Macaria's eyes lit up. She grabbed the two bottles of holy water without ceremony, examined them closely, sniffed them, and then stuffed them into her pocket: "Deal, consider this a deposit."

Anser was amused by his shrewd yet unpretentious manner, and he chuckled, "How many groups of werewolves can you handle?"

"To be on the safe side, we'll have three groups. After we take care of them, we'll provide support to you, and the compensation will be calculated based on your contributions." Macaria pondered for a while, but didn't make any grand promises.

"Hmm, that's fine too." Anser thought it was better to be conservative.

If the other party underestimates the werewolf, he will feel that he is unreliable.

"Please gather your team members, and leave two people at the Federation headquarters to await orders. Be careful not to leak this information," he instructed.

“I’ll stay,” Macaria said with a smile. “Before the operation, the other members won’t know who the enemy is. Please trust our professionalism.”

Anser smiled without saying a word. Mercenaries are generally not good at keeping their mouths shut, otherwise Macaria wouldn't have given them such a last-minute notice.

After seeing off Macaria and the other two, he teleported Salian and Colin out, then called Finn over, explained the situation, and asked them to use their telescopes and summoned creatures to keep an eye on the werewolf's residence to prevent any unexpected situations.

He continued to use the Arcane Eye to search for werewolf tracks, while Quentin assisted by taking notes.

This task could only be carried out by him; others could also conduct reconnaissance, but it would be difficult to do it silently.

Groups of werewolves were being found one after another, and the sketches depicting the street lines became increasingly dense, making Quentin's heart pound with fear.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "It really comes down to the spellcaster; at least they have a way to deal with it. If it were someone else, all they could do would be a massive manhunt, and chaos would be inevitable throughout the city."

If too many people are bitten by werewolves, the consequences could be dire.

After a while, Elise quietly entered the room and stood aside to observe the sketch.

The Jacqueline Knights arrived, not on horseback, but divided into several groups and entered the city in batches from the east gate. They had already assembled at the guard post and were ready to set off for battle at any time.

By the time the second extended-effect secret eye technique ended, it was already close to three o'clock.

Anser let out a soft sigh, drank half a glass of water, and then picked up the sketch, which was covered with nineteen thick circles scattered throughout the city.

Some are scattered, while a few completely overlap.

"There are too many." Quentin's voice trembled slightly. It wasn't that he was naive; he had never seen so many werewolves.

These weren't newly cursed werewolves, but fully-formed werewolves. Even an elite hunter like him would find three or five of them troublesome, but now there were nearly a hundred.

“Incomplete.” Anser shook his head slightly. Due to the short time, he had only searched most of the city, and had not had time to investigate the wealthy areas and the central city.

However, since the werewolves were disguised to enter the city, they couldn't get into many places and had to compete with the refugees for rooms. Some groups of werewolves had to get together, and even if there were still some elsewhere, their numbers probably wouldn't be too many.

“There’s movement at the Am’s camp.” Salian walked in, his face grim. “About two thousand men are heading this way.”

(End of this chapter)