Werewolf hunting rules

Of course Barbara is not afraid of mice. No one of her status is afraid of mice, because they have grown up and lived with mice.

There was only one reason for her panic.

As the mice imbued with vampire blood approached, an abnormal vibration also followed, parallel to their presence.

Clayton pulled out his cavalry scimitar. A pair of bad shoes made him less sensitive to shocks, but that didn't mean he couldn't see the expression on Barbara's face.

"Prepare to meet the enemy."

"What enemy?" Julius had not yet reacted.

The lieutenant answered him loudly: "I don't know either."

The mage was stunned for a few seconds, then took out a test tube from one of the dense pockets on his coat and smashed it on the ground. An invisible fire seemed to be lit in the air, and their bodies immediately became hot.

A cold environment will make people slow to react, especially in sewers in winter, where the damp and cold breath is everywhere. Julius has received complete mage training and can provide some assistance to his teammates even if he knows nothing about the types of enemies.

The warm feeling made them feel better and their hands and feet became lighter.

Driven by positive emotions, they advance cautiously through the pipeline, weapons in hand.

Gradually, the noise of the mice could be heard by them without Barbara reminding them. It was like the sound of picking at old and useless sacks in the warehouse.

But there seems to be a difference in the subtleties.

The werewolf heard a strange noise, as if a school urchin was scratching the wall with a ruler, but it was almost inaudible.

But soon he knew what the sound was.

Countless rats escaped from the darkness and were not scared away by them. Instead, they rushed past their feet in panic, treating the three of them as nothing. There were so many of them, they were far more than just the blood rats planted by Barbara. Maybe their neighbors were also involved in the escape.

Although the enemy has not yet appeared, this scene has already given the three of them an ominous premonition.

In the direction where the mouse appeared, a huge brown eye emerged from the darkness, and a thick torso covered with black scales swam quietly like a ghost.

Those rough scales rubbed against the cement pipe, making the slight sound that Clayton had heard before.

When the terrifying giant snake turned its head sideways, they discovered that it indeed had only one eye in the middle, and there were dozens of enlarged lizard-like finger claws on its back, but it also had a huge palm that was somewhat similar to a human hand pointing upward. He was holding it, and he was constantly twitching and grasping it, so that he could almost touch the top of the pipe.

The cold-blooded vertical pupils trembled, and everyone felt that it was staring at them, so they couldn't help but retreat slowly, and Barbara even sat on the ground.

Clayton's hand holding the cavalry sword was trembling. He had never seen such a twisted creation. Even the giant Shaquille in the desert south of Loren was only a quarter of the size of the giant snake in front of him.

Even if he transforms into a werewolf, this monster might still be able to swallow him whole.

"What kind of supernatural creature is this?" he murmured, not expecting an answer.

"It is a one-eyed lizard-python and a relative of the Cockatrice, but it is not a supernatural creature. It is just a weird and rare underground beast - in the popular sense."

Julius answered the question, but with a very ugly expression.

Even if you are an extraordinary person, if you compare it with other natural species, the results may not look good.

The so-called extraordinary is just a level that exceeds the average individual of the group to which it belongs, just like a human extraordinary warrior may not be able to wrestle with a bear.

He grasped the wand tightly and held a bottle of special potion in his hand.

"Damn, why are we fighting snakes in the pipeline?! Clayton! Is this the danger you mentioned before?!" He regretted listening to the other party's lies.

The lieutenant consciously lowered his voice to avoid attracting the attention of the giant snake: "My source of information never said that it was so fierce. From his description, I always thought that the creatures entrenched in the sewers were creatures that only moved on four legs, and they moved The sound should be loud, not like this."

Although its torso was shorter than his waist when crawling, its slender arms were longer than his height.

Although the giant snake saw them, it seemed in no hurry to attack, but raised its head slightly to observe, just as they did to it.

"Does it have any weaknesses?"

"The temperature may be a factor." Even in the cold sewers, Julius's forehead was uncontrollably sweating. After saying this, he quickly added: "But the one-eyed lizard python It doesn’t hibernate, it’s just expelled by the cold temperatures.”

"It must be that spider, Barbara!" Clayton complained, then whispered the vampire's name.

The female vampire raised her hands to try to spread the cold air, but was stopped by the mage again.

"Stop! Don't do that. It can't turn at all now, and it only has us in its eyes. The cold air you release can only anger it and make it rush towards us desperately."

Clayton had no experience in dealing with such a beast, so he could only reluctantly ask in a low voice: "Then what should we do?"

"Cut off its hands and crawl over it."

The lieutenant stared at the giant snake and its huge kissing lips, thinking about the feasibility of this plan.

Julius thought he couldn't believe him, so he explained again: "The one-eyed lizard python is one of the few creatures that can walk on its back. It can move straight forward even on terrain that is not enough to move with its abdominal segments. This all depends on it. Those lizard legs and hooked claws on its back are so strong that they can even crush granite, but after cutting them off, it's just a very big snake."

When the mage said this, he seemed a little hesitant: "Of course, my suggestion is to give up and go home immediately."

Out of revenge, Clayton didn't listen to the rest of the suggestion at all. He was only thinking about the first half of the sentence.

Julius said it simply, but the snake had more than four hands, and even more than their hands and feet combined. If it was caught, it would die. And before you can touch them, you have to pass the giant snake's kiss. If it is swallowed head-on, there is no need to think about what happens next.

Clayton's lips moved slightly and he said a few words, but the mage didn't hear them clearly.

"I'll get its attention and you try to chop off its hands," he finally said in a voice that everyone could hear.

Black hair pierced out from under the skin, and the facial bones began to protrude forward. While deforming, the lieutenant threw away his coat and shoes. His body stumbled due to the weight of the expanding mass on the left and right, and he needed to hold on to the inner wall of the pipe. , but the balance was quickly restored, just because the transformation was completed.

The werewolf did not abandon his cavalry sword, which was his only tool that could hurt the opponent from a long distance.

White curved bone toenails were engraved on the inner wall of the pipe. He used this kick to jump towards the top of the giant snake's head. With one hand, he grabbed the screw nailed in the well hole above. He swung the cavalry sword in his right hand downwards and slashed hard at the lizard. The scales on the python's skull were dented and cracked, and blood splattered.

The giant snake was raising its head and opening its mouth in response to his movements, and had to close its mouth after being stabbed.

Clayton did not rejoice at this small victory.

On the contrary, after wielding this knife, he was convinced that no matter what the three of them did, they could not kill the monster.

The knife just now was close to his full strength, but the deepest point of the knife edge extending downward was far less than the bone. The scales were as tough as tanned leather, and the deep flesh was enough to withstand any attack, even poison. There is no way to get a dose that is enough to kill it.

"Throw one of its scales to me, and I can cast a slow-moving curse on it." Julius did not dare to step forward, so he could only shout from a distance.

Creighton yelled angrily: "You think I have extra hands?"

The giant snake raised its head, almost perpendicular to the ground. It locked Clayton with its one eye, and its palms like coral bushes danced intensively on its back to grab him. At the same time, its huge erect body also blocked the light of the ore lantern in Barbara's hand, almost plunging the lieutenant into a darkness that made it difficult to identify the environment.

Julius and Barbara lost Clayton from sight and could only hear the lieutenant's shouts through the snake wall.

"You might as well wake Barbara up first. Getting her to move is worse than anything else."

Julius looked at Barbara, who stood up before he could do anything, but still looked dazed.

"Can you give me one of its scales?" he asked kindly.

Barbara returned an innocent look, then rushed forward and then stopped.

She is still afraid of snakes.

"Can you hurry up?!" The werewolf roared loudly in the darkness.

Although only a few seconds had passed, it seemed to him that several minutes had passed.

His body kept crawling on the wall of the well above the pipe, and his claws were almost blunted on the cement. Underneath were the basilisk hands that kept trying to grab him. If he wanted to avoid their pursuit, he had to keep moving. , forcing them to interfere with each other.

Those palms and arms look slender, but compared to the snake body, in fact they are as thick as Clayton's humanoid arms, and may be more powerful.

Of course Clayton could cut off one with a single stroke, but the cost would be that he would be immediately pulled off the concrete wall by a swarm of other arms.

Unlike what they had just expected, the giant snake's raised head almost separated their positions. Even if Clayton attracted those strange hands, Julius and Barbara could not cut them off, and all attacks would It was blocked by the basilisk's stocky and thick head.

For most creatures, the head is the absolute weak point, but the skull of this giant snake seems to be a natural rock-breaking machine. Even the weakest part of the lower jaw is as thick as leather armor.

Normal attacks cannot seriously damage it because the weapons they carry are too short.

Even the staff sword in Barbara's hand, which was most suitable for piercing, could only penetrate a foot deep and was unable to damage the important parts of this huge creature.

Praise the fool