Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton lay on the ground without moving. He turned his head slightly and estimated the size of the cave. The result surprised him.

"So what happened? Why did you deviate from the original plan and release me? And what is going on with this cave? You didn't dig it yourself, right?"

The wizard was motionless, but appeared to be awake, so he asked again.

Julius's chest rose and fell suddenly more violently. He did not use his hands, but simply twisted his body, pushed himself back with his legs, and supported his back to straighten up under the support of the wall.

It is worth mentioning that his eyes seemed to put Clayton in a pot and boil him.

"Dig it yourself?! You really should know what you did!"

He couldn't see Clayton's expression, but he still looked at him stubbornly, because he couldn't vent his anger if he didn't do this: "You pull me to dig a hole together. You can do it alone, but you still insist on me digging, and you have to Checking that the posture is standard, like this is some kind of teaching and I'm a creature cub that will die if I don't live in a cave, what the hell are you? The teacher model in Werewolf?"

Clayton was speechless. This question reminded him of Elder Dais, and he still couldn't figure out what happened last night.

"So why was I released? I remember you being worried about the possibility of the ritual failing."

"Isn't it? This prediction couldn't be more correct." Julius said coldly: "You lost control and killed a person, but I have already disposed of the body for you, and his belongings are here now By your side, and with your clothes, it's an extra price, and I think it's worth twenty pounds."

Clayton turned around and saw his own clothes, which were also covered in mud. He couldn't tell if there were other people's clothes underneath.

He was in no hurry to get dressed, concentrating entirely on the important things Julius had mentioned.

"Let's go back and discuss whether the price is appropriate. Now tell me, who did I kill?"

His first reaction was no longer to apologize, the call of his ancestors still lingered in his mind.

Julius threw a handful of dirt at him before explaining: "A member of the Salvation Army passing by, you should remember them. But there are no consequences, I overheard their conversation, they are rebels now, everyone You can kill them all..."

"Also, don't say I didn't try anything. His companions were nearby, and there were more than a dozen guns. They were walking to the ceremony venue. If I hadn't untied your chains - you guessed a group of What would a soldier with a gun do if he encountered a locked up werewolf?"

This was really unexpected. Clayton thought about it for a long time before he came to his senses. Of course he couldn't blame the wizard, he would have made the same choice if he were in that situation.

But this has nothing to do with him throwing the dirt back. He will not be responsible for what he did while he was unconscious.

The wizard cursed at this move, and continued weakly: "Those people have probably arrived in Gevaud now, and may be staying in the room next to us. I heard them say that Professor Christopher made arrangements for them there. The contact is right, you heard it right, it’s Professor Christopher, my suggestion is that if possible, we’d better return to the city as soon as possible.”

"Do I strike you as someone who likes to take the initiative to cause trouble?"

After the rhetorical question, Clayton pondered for a moment and revealed the other person's thoughts: "Oh, you want to sell this news before it is valid."

Even if his idea was revealed to him, Julius didn't feel embarrassed at all.

"Don't blame me for trying to make extra money, but the salary you give is not enough for an alchemist to practice daily." The wizard knew that his employer would not be in a good mood without looking, but he was also in a bad mood, so it was completely useless. My eloquent words to adjust the atmosphere are just to continue along with the work content.

"Regarding the matter of the curse, what kind of information have you dug out from your own blood? Is it considered a success now?"

"It should be considered a success. We'll discuss the specific details on the way. We'll have to hurry up soon."

Clayton dressed in the dark, then took the dead man's belongings and crawled out of the hole.

Although he was surprised by the current situation of the Salvation Army, he felt that there was no need to pay attention to it. These people were already talkative and unpleasant. If soldiers were all bandits, it seemed that the Sasha City Military Headquarters had long ago The idea of ​​abandoning them just lacked an official document. Now these people have finally been classified as rebels by the military, which can be regarded as what everyone expected.

As for what kind of trouble they might cause in Gevaux, Clayton wasn't too worried about that.

A real army can even be without guns, but it cannot be without cannons.

It is difficult for troops without artillery to gain the upper hand in small-scale conflicts with pure military literacy. If the Salvation Army holds as few weapons as Julius said, the locals themselves may not need the assistance of Donna and Barbara. You can subdue them.

Revo spontaneously formed an armed patrol force because of the "beast". According to his opinion, the local firepower was enough to be evenly matched with this broken force.

And if their contacts will foot the bill for their supplies, then the best outcome is that they'll be fine.

As for who the contact person is, they will find out when they get back.

Whoever fights for the interests of these Salvation Army is the connector.

There was nothing in the dead man's luggage. The only thing worth keeping for Clayton was a long rifle.

This breech-loading rifle is very ordinary. Its name is the Vanney universal rifle. There is no distinction between military and civilian use. Clayton's gun license is compatible with this gun.

A skilled gunner can fire a Vanney rifle twelve times in one minute, and its effective range is about a hundred yards. Beyond this distance, the bullet's impact point will be significantly offset from the aiming position - but this It's harmless, most gunfights are conducted in spaces less than seventy-five yards, and its performance is much better than the firearms circulating in rural areas.

When he reached a place where he could see the town, he dug a hole in the woods and hid the gun in it for emergencies.

But to be honest, only he is willing to use this gun.

He had previously asked wizards why they were unwilling to carry guns. Their reason was that the barrels contained a large amount of iron, and iron, a metal, had the effect of inhibiting magic.

The elemental taxonomy used by wizards to distinguish levels lists from lowest to highest the substances that are most difficult for wizards to overcome.

Julius and Donna are both in the Iron Finger stage, and the iron still has a restraining effect on them.

After burying the rifle, Clayton couldn't help but feel regretful.

"It would save me a lot of trouble if you and Donna both knew how to use guns. I don't want to belittle your magic, but most of the combat magic you can cast doesn't have the same range as bullets, and it's not as deadly."

"But the good thing is it's quiet."

Julius swung his arms vigorously in the sun, hoping to quickly regain the feeling at the ends of his fingers in this way.

"Now that we can finally walk slowly to regain our strength, it's time to tell me what you saw during the ceremony. You should have learned a lot from your ancestors. I also want to hear what the werewolves of the past would have done. "

Clayton's mood suddenly became complicated as he recalled what he had seen happen to his ancestors.

"Well, probably helping my sisters find husbands, get married, have children, learn makeup, and travel by train."

"It sounds quite cozy," Julius commented.

The antique dealer didn't know what to say. He didn't want to describe this effect.

"But it's time for you to learn wolf language now. Not to mention the application of war cry, simple wolf language is also a very useful skill. In the future, you may be able to rely on this language to go to other cities to join your kin."

Clayton was even more embarrassed: "I haven't learned it yet."

Judging by his expression, Julius obviously didn't believe his answer and only regarded it as a way for the other party to deal with him.

"You can always say a few words, at least a few simple ones?"

"I can't do it at all."

"Then how do your ancestors communicate with other relatives in their memories?"

"They speak human language," Clayton replied.

Julius was silent. The good news about this consequence was that their movement efficiency was more stable and they returned to the town earlier than expected.

After asking a local, they found out that the arrival of the Salvation Army did not cause uneasiness here.

Because the identity of the defeated soldiers was not exposed, their safe movement through the wilderness at night also had a positive and inspiring effect on the locals.

The contact person Julius overheard didn't even come forward to mediate. The local people directly sponsored the Salvation Army with free food and rooms, hoping that they would stay here for a while, if they could take the initiative to help hunt down the half-dead Leatherworker. Even better.

Even knowing that this might be a compromise mentality formed by the locals out of uneasiness about the survival of the leatherworkers, Clayton couldn't help but feel ridiculous.

When he and Julius went to visit the Perot family, they saw the goatee Mr. Schmidt walking hurriedly on the street without any hunter apprentice behind him. Apparently he had just finished his night patrol and was about to go home to rest. .

However, the old man's expression was not very good. Clayton went over to say hello to him and received the same greeting.

"What, brother Schmidt, I heard that many gunmen have entered the town again. What do you think of these people?"

"What do I think?"

Goatee sneered, but this sentiment was not directed at Clayton: "Other people think they are good people. I say they are bad people, but do others believe it? Those people fell asleep as soon as they came to town. He felt like he was afraid of seeing people, and they all carried guns. If they weren't a wanted gang of robbers, I would dig out my eyeballs right now!" At the end of the sentence, he actually meant He shouted with his eyes open.

Clayton and Julius already knew the identity of these Salvation Army soldiers and were not surprised.

However, this reaction made Schmidt feel slighted, and he punched the wall of the nearby cabin in anger.

"You don't believe it either. Yes, everyone thinks that Old Schmidt is jealous. Just because their guns are much better than our shotguns, asking them to arrest the leatherworker seems to be more reliable than us. I admit that this is Really, but these people don’t think about it. Didn’t they rely on these backward weapons in our hands to severely damage the monster before? They came here and haven’t even accomplished anything yet.”