I Am Louis XIV

The coachman stood up from his seat, his face was pale and sweating profusely, and he was trying his best to spur the horses. The speed of the carriage did not slow down as expected by the Queen Mother, but continued to accelerate, with sparks splashing between the frame and the axles. The buffer belt carrying the carriage made an overwhelmed squeak, and the people in the carriage could no longer sit comfortably in their seats. The Queen Mother knelt on the floor of the carriage, pinched her rosary tightly, and muttered in her mouth. Praying, while the King and Miss Mancini each occupied a car window, "What is that?" the King asked.

"Wolfman," Mary replied.

As soon as the queen mother heard this answer, she shouted and fainted, but at this moment, her fainting was a good thing, because almost at the same time, a huge black shadow came directly from the top of a large tree canopy leaning towards the road. It jumped on the top of the carriage, its two hind paws firmly pedaled on the luggage rack surrounding the top of the carriage, the black iron bars made a creaking sound, the other paw was used to fix the body, the other Only the claws gripped the roof.

When the people in the carriage lifted their heads, they could see that the top of the carriage was expanding downwards, cracking, and sawdust flying everywhere. A head-sized claw covered with black hair came in and scratched frantically in the air. Li immediately lifted the left overskirt, put her hand into the petticoat, found the small bag she was carrying, and grabbed a handful of brimstone. She read a Latin word clearly, accompanied by a burst of smoke from her tiny fist, The bursting air flow brought by a scorching light like thunder and lightning suddenly filled the entire car, everyone was pushed against the wall by an invisible huge force, and the werewolf on the roof was violently overturned.

The werewolf let out an unwilling howl in the air, and when it fell to the ground, the whole carriage shook.

At this time, the Queen Mother groaned, as if she was about to wake up.

"Quiet her!" ordered the king.

Marie's eyes widened, but the king only waved her hand vigorously, and she had to cast her power on the most honorable woman in the whole of France, and the Queen Mother fell asleep before she could open her eyes. When Mary looked at the king, the king had already turned his eyes to the window, and the scenery outside the window could no longer be recognized. Except for the dim sky, the speed of the carriage had reached its limit, and the carriage did not seem to be carried by the wheels. As if being pulled by the wind, it was so fast that when they met a curve, the carriage dashed forward with inertia, it dragged the horse and fell, and the heavy horse ran over the driver. Rolling, rolling, the car body cut a long, long hole in the muddy wilderness, the door was thrown open, and the car body was torn apart.

When the scene suddenly turned upside down, the king saw that Mary was hurriedly opening a bag while chanting another spell aloud. The carriage was suddenly filled with fluffy wool, and the people in the carriage were not harmed in any way, but their The crisis was never on the road or on the carriage. The werewolves chased after them. The imperial guards drove the horses and surrounded the dumped carriage. Some helped the king and the queen dowager to get out of the carriage. Some guarded or held hands. Fire a musket, or draw a sword.

"Fire! Ignite!" Mary reminded in a low voice, "Wolfmen are afraid of strong light and heat!"

A royal guard took out tinder and flint and flint and ignited the cloth in the carriage under the king's order. Those wool, luxurious satin, velvet and cotton full of embroidery quickly burned and spread to the whole body. After a few minutes, every piece of expensive The wood began to burn, and the flames burned the backs of the human beings, bringing heat and light. The strong light forced the werewolves to retreat to a place of ten feet. They surrounded the king and his guards, and the number even exceeded one. Fingers of both hands. Mary looked at them vigilantly. These werewolves were by no means accidental misfortune. Although Paris has declined due to several religious wars, there are still kings and bishops here. Every once in a while, there are priests and knights who go to the edge of the city. Patrol the suburbs, wilderness and forests, drive out and hunt infidels and beasts.

These werewolves were undoubtedly sent by enemies or political enemies of the king and the cardinal.

This was the first time Louis XIV had ever seen such monsters. They were about the height of two adult males. They had no clothing or other evidence that they were once human. A small piece of light-colored velvet, they have a huge wolf head, their eyes are light-colored, either reflecting firelight or glowing yellow, and their round black pupils are very small. When standing upright, the claws are very large and the hind claws are long, but each claw has five claws instead of the four claws like ordinary wild wolves.

"How much ammunition do you have?" the king asked.

"How much is not enough," replied a royal guard with a Welsh accent. "Your Majesty, they are devils, and devils are not afraid of gunpowder." He looked at the king, the young man looking quite mature, With long chestnut hair: "But Your Majesty, we will protect you, look, God is above, if we suffer misfortune, you must be able to see how we fell before you." Said When he was done, he turned and returned to the ranks of his companions.

About ten minutes later, with the consumption of fuel, the strong light that deterred the werewolves finally dimmed. There is another fatal place, that is, they were in the wilderness, the incident happened in a hurry, and there were no forts or trenches. Enemies from hell are numerous and capable of attacking from all directions, as the previous Imperial Guard said, they ran out of ammunition and started wielding swords, knowing that everything they did was in vain, maybe wait until They all died in battle, and the king was still buried in the belly of the wolf, but none of them were willing to back down.

Just when Marie Mancini and the king thought they had to join the battle, a loud trombone sounded from not far away, Marie immediately hid her hands in her skirt, and the king sent all his projectiles. Entering a werewolf's mouth, its snout was immediately blown, and it drooped on its face.

From the other end of the road came a line of plainly dressed priests on horseback, each carrying an ancient spear with a silver tip, and the werewolves turned to them and howled, and their contact was for a split second. , in an instant, three werewolves were swept into the air by the spears, and after a blow, the priests dropped the broken spears and drew out strange long knives-they turned their horses and ran towards the werewolves again, The same is true for the werewolf. They collided like two pieces of steel, and the cold light of the long knife and the sharp teeth was like a burst of sparks.

It may be difficult for the people present to forget this peculiar scene-the night sky is iron blue, the full moon hangs high, the dirty blood of the werewolf is agitated by the strong heart, rushing into the air, and then there is a stench full of stench, hot and sticky Thick dripping rain.

When the queen dowager slowly woke up, the priests had completed their final work. They carefully used conical or triangular steel and silver drills to pierce the werewolf's eye sockets, thereby destroying their brains or destroying them. Opening their chests and taking out their hearts and splitting them is the only way to kill a werewolf completely. They also checked the survivors one by one to make sure they were not marked or bitten by the werewolf.