Werewolf hunting rules

In the dark night in the wild, human voices are particularly harsh.

Someone mediates the conflict.

"That's enough. If there is no camp, then keep walking. We are only two or three hours away from the town of Jevo. As long as we get there, we can rest as much as we want."

Julius speculated on their identities while paying attention to Clayton's movements. The latter was motionless and his breath was getting weaker and weaker. He almost thought that the other person was dead, but he was not.

The occasional glint in the yellow wolf's eyes proved that it was not only still alive, but also had extraordinary considerations for these uninvited guests.

It seemed to be thinking about how to attack them.

But how is this possible?

Julius was thinking about this weird move when he suddenly heard someone from the group ask: "Now that we have come so far, do we still have to do what that person said?"

Another asked rhetorically: "What do you mean?"

"We can leave by boat if we go a little further north. Who will know about us in other cities?"

"Then stay anonymous for the rest of your life? We are rebels now, and the level of wanted orders is almost the highest. If we do what the university professor said, we can at least get a new legal identity."

"Do you believe him? Aren't his accomplices still wanted by the kingdom? They were the ones who started the trouble and made us punished. Moreover, they suffered the same heavy losses as us when facing those ascetic monks." He said this People are reluctant to admit their current predicament.

"But when they didn't take action, the people from the Kingdom Intelligence Department didn't recognize them, and they knew how to stop the devil's calls we heard in our ears. That's enough. So stop talking nonsense and hurry up. Mount up, we have to go as far as possible before the new wanted order is announced. If Professor Tinora didn't lie to us, we will have a contact in Gevaux who can help us get rid of the pursuers."

Christopher Camping Tinola?

Hearing this familiar name, Julius's breathing became a little heavier, but he quickly adjusted and suppressed his breathing even more.

He heard the grinding sound of human bodies pressing against the horses, and the neighing sounds of discomfort and alarm from the horses.

He was a little worried that the livestock would find the werewolf. Their sense of smell was very good, but when he carefully felt the environmental factors, he found that the wind direction was in his favor, and the werewolf had already taken advantage of it and stood there without any panic.

Julius relaxed a little, and he heard someone complaining among the noise - "If Lieutenant Charles hadn't died, those bastards wouldn't have dared to attack us. We sweat and bleed for the kingdom, but they are because of this Curse and want to drive us all out, what a bunch of beasts!"

Lieutenant Charles?

The second familiar name made Julius horrified. This was the Salvation Army officer who had died at the hands of Athena before, which meant that these people were members of the Salvation Army.

These people's minds are indeed not normal, but has the Sasha City Military Headquarters begun to eliminate these people?

This doesn’t seem necessary, right?

"Idiot, that has nothing to do with the sound we heard, at least not entirely for this reason. They convicted us precisely because those people talked to Sergeant Lai Min, and they suspected that we joined those people. Huh, now it's just like what they said willing!"

Thinking of Christopher's past misdeeds, Julius suddenly realized that what happened to these deserters might be related to the doomsday seeker sect that Christopher was involved in.

Those believers believe that the end of the world is coming and must make all preparations to survive the disaster before then. To this end, they have done all kinds of crazy things, including but not limited to attacking the army, preaching near churches, and trying to make others believe that the end of the world is near. He is wanted in various countries for his actions such as deliberately causing disasters.

Gevo has their contact person, who will it be?

He wanted to listen and find more evidence to prove his point, but the riders stopped talking and started off again.

The werewolf finally made some movement. Its body leaned out from behind the tree, holding the tree trunk with only one hand to maintain its balance in a standing position, and none of the riders looked back.

This is not a coincidence. These deserters are already very tired. There are more people than horses. There are nearly twenty people crowded on a dozen horses. Many horses are led out before they are saddled, so the two Those behind the wheel must hold on to the person in front of them to stabilize their bodies, and have one hand free to hold their weapons. It is impossible for them to turn around and look back.

With such a bloated and tired team, it is not easy to take precautions in advance even if they know the danger.

The werewolf stared at them from behind a tree.

At this moment, it looked less like a wolf and more like a snake.

The skinny black body has almost been drained of energy, and the bones under the fur are protruding, allowing people to see the outline of the bones. The posture and expression give people a sense of coldness, entanglement, and excessive sinisterness. Even if Julius couldn't see the front of it, he could feel the overflowing malice.

Julius also tried to stand up. He could see that his target was the horse at the back of the line.

The horse had no saddle, and there was a tight package of debris behind the rider. I don’t know what was placed there, but the heavy weight and the mismatch of equestrian equipment forced the rider to fall to the end, and the long rifle was slung behind him. In an inaccessible position.

The riders didn't notice anything strange behind them. They just kept silent and concentrated on urging the horses under them.

Revo was not far away, and this fact made them dispel a lot of vigilance.

As the horses' hooves beat, the frequency of the hoofs hitting the ground gradually increased, and they got farther and farther away from the open space, and soon they were sixty yards away.

The werewolf suddenly moved. It ejected, and the moving figures almost formed a black line. It was as light as a bullet. In just a blink of an eye, it flew behind the last rider. The poor man was not aware of it. He waved his claws out.

The sharp black claws cut into the back of the neck. Before the rider could react, his head drooped to one side and his body fell forward.

None of his companions noticed the attack, but his mount immediately noticed the strangeness of its master and gradually slowed down its pace.

Julius didn't hesitate. He raised his hands and used the index fingers and thumbs of his left and right hands to form a triangular space to include the horse's figure. With the help of the stable triangle, his mental power directly crossed the short distance to attack the horse's body. consciousness,

It shook its head, and before it could even bark once, the werewolf's claws were inserted into its back. The Moon Familiar hung on its side, and a mouth full of fangs bit the soft and unprepared abdomen.

The blood and internal organs slid out violently from the abdomen due to gravity. The horse first fell to its knees on all four hooves, and then tilted sideways and turned over.

The rider, luggage, and even the werewolf fell off it.

Until this moment, the companions of the dead rider still failed to notice the condition of their companions at the end. The sound of horse hooves and the sound of wind in their ears after speeding up paralyzed their ears, which were already dull due to fatigue. They had no idea that their companions would be harmed. This attack was so fatal and so swift that the victim died without even saying a word.

Maybe they won't find anyone left behind until the next break.

As these people walked away, Julius cautiously emerged from the woods and walked onto the road.

Half of the werewolf's body was pressed under the horse, but it had no intention of breaking free. It just held its prey and feasted on it. Compared with humans with many bones and complex structures, it obviously prefers large livestock that can eat meat without spitting out bones. They are nutritious and delicious.

Military horses often receive better care than soldiers in the army. The plump meat and fresh internal organs allow the werewolf to regain a lot of energy.

It tore out the weakly pulsing heart from the horse's body cavity, stuffed the organ known as the source of life into its mouth and chewed it. Julius saw its body expand again almost visibly to the naked eye.

"Eating the heart will increase the strength of the werewolf." Julius couldn't help but recall the content of Strass's monsterology course.

It's certainly not immediate, but Creighton's body is noticeably more powerful than before.

It has not returned to its appearance before the binding ceremony, and its fur is still loose. However, Julius can see that the newly grown muscles under the black fur are denser than before, and its movements are more dexterous than before. - But this may be because it is more familiar with this body than before and has no scruples about it.

The werewolf gradually stopped eating. Its body had not fully recovered, but its belly was bulging and deformed, and it needed some time to digest.

It crawled out from under the dead horse, turned around to see Julius, made a thoughtful expression (the wizard thought it had an expression), then turned back and reached out, pulling the dead horse's head off completely. Throw it in front of him.

"Can you detect my witchcraft?"

Julius's face trembled, more surprised than the out-of-control werewolf's expression of kindness.

It wanted to eat him not long ago, and its abnormal behavior now can only mean that it noticed that it helped it. Clayton could not do this before. This is proof of enhanced inspiration. His binding ritual should not have fail.

So what is this situation?

He gave up thinking for a moment, held up the horse's head, tried not to let the blood get on his clothes, and then bit into the section of the neck.

Eating raw horse meat is not a challenge for the alchemist, and he is also very tired and needs something exciting to refresh himself.

Seeing him do this, the werewolf nodded slightly in approval, and a low purr came from his throat.

Julius smiled back naturally. Since the werewolf was no longer hostile to him, he might be able to wait by its side until dawn to see if the guy who had returned to adulthood at that time was Clayton Bello, or a savage who could only act on instinct.

The abnormal reaction of the sealed person to the curse ritual, this phenomenon is definitely worth studying!

When he thought that the success of his research might cause a sensation in Strath, Julius forgot about the possible dangers, and his smile became more sincere when facing the werewolf.

Shortly after the sun rose, Clayton Bello awoke in the cave.

He saw Julius leaning in the corner of the cave. The wizard's eyes were open, but his chest was rising only slightly more frequently than a dead man's, and his hands were full of dirt.