Werewolf hunting rules

Before Clayton Bello, Julius had not seen other sealed ones. People like them were very rare, because most curses can bring power to the cursed person and are not completely negative existences.

There are still many dark descendants who are willing to endure the risk of revealing their identity for the sake of strength. They enjoy the pleasure of fighting more than comfort.

Werewolves are such a brave and fierce race, but it is normal to have occasional exceptions. Clayton's ancestors chose to become sealed ones. Julius could only think that this was to avoid the outbreak of moon mania.

Moonmania is a symptom shared by all werewolves, but some humans also suffer from it.

Do not sleep where the moon shines, and go home quickly at night - this warning has been passed down from ancient times to this day, precisely because of people's fear of moon mania. Its symptoms are irritability in the moonlight, raw food addiction, and a certain increase in strength. However, among many living creatures, the werewolf's moon mania is the most serious.

In the past, homeless people sleeping rough in parks and on the streets often suffered from moon mania, which is why the government was willing to fund the construction of almshouses.

Hiding under the roof is a way for humans to avoid contracting moonmania.

However, this approach can only prevent moon mania, and people have not yet found a way to completely cure the patient.

However, some occult practitioners believe that Moon Mania is not a disease, but a special imprint made by the ancient strong men to protect their descendants. They inscribed the ritual of worshiping the moon in their blood to ensure that Your descendants will not lose the channels to gain power because of the loss and forgetting of words.

These scholars believe that eating raw meat takes the essence of flesh and blood. Every full moon night, patients with moon mania will donate the essence they collected to the moon in order to obtain the evolution of life.

Julius used to think that this was just some kind of groundless conjecture, but what happened to Clayton made him believe in this conjecture a little more.

Clayton Bello is a Sealer. He has been a werewolf since birth.

Obviously, the desire engraved in his blood has been suppressed in the past years, and it was not until this year that it got on the right track. The twisted impulse accumulated in the past would have gradually faded over the long years, until the operation of the curse ritual, it extremely It is possible that it not only awakened the memories of the ancestors in Clayton's bloodline, but also awakened the sacrificial instinct that he had been absent for more than 300 months. In his deep sleep, he dedicated all his accumulated energy to the moon, even maintaining his normal life. That part of the essence is also included.

This instinct to impose is driving Clayton to suicide.

Julius poured a second cup of potion on the werewolf without hesitation. He had to interrupt the ritual. The failed curse ritual might have some sequelae, but it was better than dying directly.

What's more, those riders of unknown origin are also approaching. If Clayton can regain his consciousness, he won't have to drag this heavy body away.

Under his expectation, the withered werewolf opened his eyes.

Julius was pushed to the ground again, just as he had been the first time they met.

But what was different from last time was that there was no reason in the werewolf's glowing yellow eyes at the moment, only chaos.

It seemed that he shouldn't wake up a werewolf who was in extreme hunger. Julius felt the coldness of the ground, the pressure in his chest and the hot breath coming out of the werewolf's mouth. The sound of the riders' hoofbeats became clearer in his ears. He had not slept well for several days in a row, and the great pressure from the outside world made him drowsy.

At this moment, his remaining sanity only had time to regret one thing——

[I haven’t poisoned myself yet. 】

The battle between Saga and Regard ended with Saga's complete victory.

After seven sunsets, they waited for the arrival of the Snatad.

It was a huge team of more than fifty people. The soldiers wore chain mail. Prince Elgu was in the center of them. He was extraordinary handsome, gorgeously dressed, tall like a descendant of a giant, and wore a long robe around his waist. The sword is longer than the two-handed sword on the soldier's back, and the horse he rides on is also the tallest of all mounts. He can be distinguished from the others with just one glance.

The army was guided through the forest by gray-robed wizards wearing citronella. They entered the forest during the day and did not see the end until dusk.

When passing a stream, Airgu stopped, and his team was preparing to rest here. He got off the horse and went to the water source with his servants to get water. Clayton saw his ancestor Saga's sight catching the prince's relaxing moment through the gaps between the trees.

He seized this opportunity and transformed into a wolf. His huge body was not hindered in any way as he walked through the woods, and he did not make any sound. The same was true for his sisters.

Two giant wolves appeared silently from the darkness and quickly started a massacre on the attacked team.

The first to die were the soldiers on guard at the perimeter. Compared to the two werewolves, their bodies were as weak as rag dolls. With a few flicks of their sharp claws, their armor and flesh were torn apart, and they were thrown away with blood dripping from their bodies. .

Through Saga's perspective, Clayton could almost smell the smell of blood.

The first thing to react was the wizards in this army. Their spiritual realms had no blind spots. They raised their cranked staffs and pointed the staffs curved like insect tentacles at the two werewolves. Many of their lips opened and closed at the same time. After casting the spell, cold current began to surge in the air, and frost spread outward from their feet.

Even though this memory was separated from reality by thousands of years, Clayton still instinctively felt the crisis.

He even felt a jerky feeling coming from his body movements, as if ice crystals were forming on the surface of his hair. Unknowingly, the memory connection between him and his ancestors became closer and closer, and he could even feel the changes in Sakya's senses.

However, Saga turned a blind eye to this and flew towards the nearest wizard.

The wizard's lips were still opening and closing, and the obscure tones called for the power of the natural elements, but his voice suddenly stopped at a certain moment, his expression was dull, and the surrounding coldness dissipated. Clayton saw a yellow light shining in the wizard's eyes. It was not the color of his eyes, but the reflection of Saga's eyes that were looking at him.

That's the power of the evil eye.

The sharp claws cut the human body into several sections like a hot knife cutting through butter, and the smell of blood filled his nostrils.

The same goes for Leigard on the other side.

They shuttled through the crowd like black thunder and lightning, and those who dared to look at them died.

As he watched the killing memories of his ancestors, Clayton felt a more intense desire emerge in his heart. It was the instinct of werewolves. They were born with a desire for power and freedom. This pursuit had nothing to do with good or evil.

Clayton has almost completely entered Saga's soul. Not only the pain and senses, he can also feel the ancestor's emotions, the melancholy and the pleasure. He knows all about it - and the powerful power that Saga possesses It attracted him deeply, and he even resented his weak body in the past. He wanted to live forever as Sakya. He knew this was an illusion, but it was precisely because this was an illusion that he could fully appreciate this adventure without paying any price.

The story of Sakya continues.

Without any suspense, this killing feast ended quickly, and Prince Elgu was subdued by two werewolves.

Leigard invited his brother to attend his simple wedding soon, but he refused. Saga decided to leave Tian'en Mountain and embark on a wandering road.

Along the way, he killed countless prey, battled wits with many different dark descendants, and the Snatad army that rounded him up. There may have been moments when he was close to failure, but in the end he achieved everything. With the final victory, everything went as planned.

Sakya always wins, and he believes that he can win, and his journey begins just for victory.

Two months witnessed his honor.

Clayton enjoyed all the victories and triumphs that Saga had experienced, and he almost forgot who he was. At this moment, he was no longer Clayton, but more like Saga's own memory of the merits and honors he had created in his past life.

This whole-hearted devotion came to an abrupt end when Sakya got married.

On the border of Vecchia, he stopped temporarily and married a local wolf.

It was a giant wolf worshiped by many tribes and possessing primitive spiritual power. She had noble blood, wisdom that was superior to humans, and her hair was beautiful.

But she's really just a wolf.

The original spirit can help her transform into a human form, but neither Saga nor she is obsessed with transforming into a human form.

The strong sense of disobedience forced Clayton to withdraw from Saga's identity and wolf identity. The huge difference in body and mind reminded him of his own existence. The werewolf did have the form of a wolf, but no matter what, he was Wouldn't marry a real wolf.

Clayton is Clayton again.

The story about this ancestor ended soon after his marriage. The Milenti army invaded Vecia, and the tribes who believed in wolf spirits were massacred.

Saga killed many people during the war, but was unable to save the situation, and Vikia fell completely.

In the end, he was severely injured and died in the endless pale snowfield.

The illusion ended, but Clayton did not wake up.

His eyes fell into darkness again. He didn't know whether it was an illusion or the contrast formed after leaving Saga's senses. He felt that his body seemed to be much weaker.

In the void, he vaguely felt that he should wake up, but instinctively did not want to do so. It seemed that the longer he stayed in the illusion, the more he would gain. But he was afraid that Julius was calling him, so he still tried to wake up on his own initiative. However, he had never had a similar experience. There was also extraordinary resistance in this void. Whenever he tried to concentrate, Whenever he leaves, a deeper and sweeter feeling will engulf him.

This place is like a room without doors or windows. If it is damaged, it can be repaired automatically. Of course, you can't get out no matter what.

Creighton tried dozens of times without success.

Forget it, he thought, this might be an illusion. Most people have such hallucinations in the dark, thinking that something is calling them from an invisible place. If Julius really wants to wake me up, he should do it immediately. of.

So Clayton relaxed again with peace of mind, his blood throbbed again, and new colors unfolded in front of him.