Werewolf hunting rules

Robin Hood concluded that ordinary people could not transform a corpse into this state.

But Kit had a different opinion.

He pinched his nose and walked forward: "The water-powered sawmill by the river should also be able to produce this effect."

What the sawmill's hydraulic saws do every day is to cut solid logs in half from the middle, including weak flesh and blood.

"Then how do you explain the iron bars stuck in the corpse?" Robin Hood asked, "They may be a little thin, and a strong man can bend them, but they can be used as needle thread to sew people together. No, no machine can do such a job."

Ian stepped forward and joined the discussion: "Can we find out when he died?"

Ace's eyes stared at Barbara, who was turning to avoid the corpse, while answering his question: "This corpse is not wearing clothes, but those scavengers did not cause much damage to his body, so it should be in the past two days." What happened.”

Barbara still didn't look back, as if she couldn't bear to look at the corpse.

Such behavior did not deviate from the scope of a normal woman, and Ace looked away in disappointment.

"The murderer must really hate this guy." Kit sighed.

Ian frowned and turned around. He checked next to the body and discovered something unusual. "The body's blood seems to have been drained to a certain extent, and there are no blood stains on the ground. He was moved here after the blood was drained."

Robin Hood crossed his arms and his body shook imperceptibly: "Why did the murderer want to bleed? Did he cook the meat?"

"It's possible." Ian said seriously.

He knew that a considerable number of dark descendants had the habit of cannibalism, which seemed to be some kind of natural instinct.

"But since he dragged the body here, he didn't do it to eat him. The bloodletting step may just be to hide the traces of blood dripping. He was worried that someone would find the place where he dismembered the body."

Robin Hood put down his arms and said angrily: "I really hope you can mention the important points earlier next time."

Barbara listened to their discussion and became confused.

The death state of this corpse was undoubtedly caused by Clayton's axe, but the location did not match what Julius said, and werewolves and wizards did not have special habits and would not dress the corpse carefully.

Who moved these bodies?

As she was thinking, the detectives finally realized that there was another local who could provide clues.

Ace cleared his throat: "I'm sorry for letting you see this scene. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Barbara replied smoothly and subconsciously, and then added: "I used to be a nurse in a hospital, so I can accept this kind of scene."

She had indeed worked as a nurse, so she was not lying, so her tone was very natural.

"Very good, can you tell who the deceased is?"

Barbara replied that she didn't know him.

She really didn't know him, she just knew that he was from the circus. Since returning to her hometown, she and her husband had not seen a circus.

"It seems that this poor guy is also a stranger." Ace muttered. "But this matter has nothing to do with us, and no one will pay for it. Let's find a sheriff to handle this matter."

He turned to look at Barbara: "Ma'am, do you know how to contact the town's sheriff?"

"There is no Sheriff in the town and we usually use the local courts to resolve disputes."

"But..." Barbara looked at him: "There are quite a few sheriffs from the city."

"So that monster sneaked to the window last night to spy on me?" Donna sat on the wood pile in the backyard used for chopping firewood, angrily beating the sheep's back. The latter got up and went back unbearably: "What a bastard, you guys yesterday If you wake me up late, I will sprinkle ashes in its eyes!"

Clayton reached out and grabbed the sheep. He had just bought it with Peron and it was now his property.

"Donna, a lady shouldn't talk like that," he chided gently. "Ladies should use more non-entity words to express their emotions, such as 'wash away the shame' and 'punish the disrespect'. That's about it."

Donna wrinkled her nose and lowered her head:

"I got it."

Nibbling dry bread, the lieutenant sighed again. He and Julius kept watch all night, but the monster did not come again.

The wizard was sitting on the firewood pile nearby, inhaling the refreshing incense to regain his energy. His physical condition was only slightly better than that of ordinary people, and staying up late still made him uncomfortable.

Donna had a good night's sleep and was soon in high spirits again.

"So where are we going in a minute?"

"Go to church," Clayton said.

The girl's face fell.

Clayton forced a smile: "Hurry up and finish your breakfast. I will have a gift for you later."

Because of the tense night, his tone was unnatural now.

Donna cheered and rushed to the lobby to eat.

She ate quickly, and soon she had cleared away the plates and bowls, and happily returned to the yard to wait to receive her uncle's gift.

Clayton pressed a human hand and a piece of snake skin into her arms as agreed.

Donna looked at them, frozen from her hair to her toes.

Julius looked at her with pity: "I think you should explain the contents of the gift before giving it, so that she won't expect so much."

Clayton also felt a little regretful. He reached out and patted his niece on the shoulder, trying to wake her up.

The girl thawed and cheered loudly.

"I love you from the bottom of my heart!"

She was holding these two strange things that she had snatched from the dead, her eyes were blazing, as if she wanted to eat them, and her expression was even more werewolf than a werewolf.

It could be seen that she was just overwhelmed by the surprise, and her spirits were not seriously affected.

The wizard could only shrug again: "Well, the people of Bracola cannot use common sense to speculate. But you gave her the Hand of Glory, what will you do?" He turned to his employer for advice.

Clayton also shrugged: "As long as she's good, I can handle the rest of the bad luck myself."

The werewolf's vitality is tenacious enough, so it is better to give all the hands of glory to the wizards. Outside of battle, he still has to rely on these two to play his role.

He looked at his elated niece and sighed slightly. He never thought that he would have to face danger with his relatives - he had not been willing to imagine such a scene since Wu Lun's death.

Now it is Wu Lun's daughter who is in danger.

"Okay, girl, since you want to act with us, tell me, apart from the magic of destiny link, what other abilities do you have to protect yourself?" He stared at the little girl, waiting for her to say in embarrassment, Or words like no.

But Donna was even happier, she was happy to show herself off.

"I can communicate with animals and can also transform, but I can only transform into ordinary animals."

She pointed to the sheep at Clayton's feet: "Like this—get down."

At the end of the slender fingertips, the sheep looked at her coldly and stood motionless.

Clayton was silent.

"Well, being able to communicate with animals doesn't mean that the animals have to listen to me." Donna scratched her head. "But if my mental power fluctuates greatly enough, I can also use the Forced Command Technique to deal with it. It can also deal with people."

Sheep are very stubborn animals, and Clayton can probably understand this failure.

"How do you use the transformation technique?"

"Wait a mininute."

Donna slipped out and returned a moment later with her saddlebags.

She pulled Marshall's wolfskin out, and Julius's eyelids twitched, but after seeing Clayton's face, he didn't tell the truth after all.

The girl noticed Clayton's gaze and suddenly realized that she had taken away the other person's belongings without seeking the other person's opinion. This seemed to be a shameful thing.

"Sorry, I just thought it might be useful, so I took it out."

Clayton didn't mean to blame her: "You did the right thing. It's always good to be fully prepared before taking risks."

Now Donna felt at ease and focused on showing them how to use the transfiguration technique.

"First this and then this."

Clayton is tall, so the wolf skin around his neck does not look out of place. And when it unfolded around the girl, its length even faintly exceeded the latter's height. With some difficulty, Donna put the wolf's head on top of her head, and her hands and feet matched the limbs of the wolf's skin.

She was wearing a wolf skin, looked up at the sky, clasped her hands towards the sky, then withdrew her gaze and pounced forward, rolled on the spot, and when she stood up again, she had turned into a tall black wolf.

It just stood there, majestic.

Clayton almost thought Wolfwalker Marshall was alive again.

Julius stood up directly from the pyre with an expression of admiration: "It's really a superb transformation technique. I don't think this is common in Bracola. I mean compared with your peers, this is still Not bad.”

The black wolf rolled on the ground again, and the girl rolled out of the wolf's skin, feeling very proud.

"Not bad, right?"

"Does this witchcraft require animal skin to be performed?" Clayton asked.

"Ah huh." The girl replied vaguely.

If there was no animal skin as a casting material, she would have to achieve considerable attainments in anatomy to restore her current level.

The lieutenant was a little annoyed. If he had known about it, he would have told Donna where his warehouse was. He bought several lion skins from the colony in the first half of the year, and he hasn't sold them yet.

But knowing that Donna has a certain fighting ability, he can feel relieved.

Afterwards, they agreed with each other about their experiences last night and went to church together.

Because they left home early enough, they even stopped Padre Lewis on the way as he was about to go to church.

Although the latter was alone at the moment, he was not afraid or wary when he saw outsiders approaching rashly. It seemed that faith or something else was supporting his spirit, but he still looked sad.

Clayton greeted him, but he did not respond immediately. Instead, he glanced at the wizard suspiciously, and then suddenly confirmed the lieutenant's identity.

He asked coldly: "Oh, it's you, what's the matter with you?"

Clayton touched his smooth chin uncomfortably. This unprotected feeling made him uneasy: "Dear Priest Lewis, we do have something important to discuss with you, so that you know that we met last night. Here comes the beast.”

The priest's eyes sharpened.

"This is impossible!"