Werewolf hunting rules

While teaching Fudai a lesson, Winston also cursed the world in his heart.

They had worked hard for so many days, but there was no doubt that they could not get the reward promised by the old hunter Schmidt, because just a few hours ago, they deceived the old man out under the coercion of a group of gunmen with soldier temperament. If he was caught by that group of people, even if the old man behind him had a way to escape, he would definitely have to settle accounts with them after he came out.

But it's never their fault.

Winston convinced himself that if they had not done as the gunmen said, they would probably be locked up by the locals by now.

The gunmen didn't know where they knew their identity as grave robbers, and this identity had only one way to go by hanging in the laws of most areas.

There could only be two sources of information about that group of people. If Schmidt hadn't accidentally leaked it while drunk, it would have been the information released by Clayton Bello. No matter which one it is, they can never go back. There are so many people who are likely to send him to a dead end as soon as he opens his mouth. They must leave Gewo as soon as possible, even if they only use their legs.

The thought of being as unpopular as a street rat no matter where he was, brought the humiliation of falling into the criminal world to Winston's mind again, but until now, he did not miss the noble and impoverished days of the past.

After escaping to a place where he could not directly see the monster, Fukudai was still a little reluctant to leave.

"Are we really not going back to kill that guy? Maybe he still has some supplies on him that can give us supplies."

"If you think ordinary lead bullets can kill it, just try it yourself." Winston's pace did not slow down at all. "That's a monster that only comes out at night. I've seen this kind of thing before. If it's the most powerful type - ordinary bullets can only temporarily restrict its movement, unless you use a knife to cut off its head. , or use a silver bullet."

In order to keep a distance, they didn't even see each other's specific appearance. They could only barely make out that it was a human figure, but the pair of glowing green eyes were definitely not possessed by humans.

Fukudai shuddered and did not insist anymore, but said in a tired tone:

"Damn it, why are there so many ghosts in Gevo?!"

He sincerely regretted the current situation. They should have known there was a problem here, otherwise Big Paul's group would not have given them this opportunity to make a fortune. Those gunmen must have been attracted by something abnormal, and the treasure Schmidt was looking for was by no means simple.

As they got further and further away from Jevo, they had recalled another missing companion, which cast a cloud over their thoughts.

As they marched, the fire continued to move in the forest, frightening the birds. Even if doing so might attract covetous eyes, they had to light torches because human eyes are not enough to see at night, but other The fewer unnecessary movements that might expose yourself, the better.

Even in the depths of winter, they were sweating from nervousness and fear.

The two of them prayed at the same time on the road that the monster they just defeated had better not recover so quickly. Even if it recovers, they must retreat in front of the gun and don't hold a grudge. The bullets they brought out can be fired at most twenty times. If they want to return to the city, It may not be enough for hunting and foraging on the road, unless they happen to encounter a passing carriage on the road.

But it backfired.

Ian climbed to his feet.

Before he knew what happened, his legs felt weak and he collapsed. However, after a while, the pierced flesh and blood recovered as before. Only the hole in his pants proved that a bullet had been here.

"Did I get shot?" he asked confused.

The reason why he was confused was because he could not clearly see his surroundings and felt no pain. Naturally, he would not feel angry about it.

But this amazing healing power came at a price, and he became even more hungry.

With almost no hesitation, he followed the path where the two groups of red lights had just traveled, leaving very strange traces there, like vortexes and snowflakes. It's like burning fluorescent industrial whale oil leaving smoke in the air, mixed with human breath odor.

But this does not mean that it has an uncomfortable feeling. On the contrary, it is precisely an ambiguous connection.

This made him instinctively realize that the traces were left by living creatures.

Fresh and delicious. He can even sense the gender and weight of the other party. Before this, he had no such ability at all.

He ran in the darkness, chasing the feeling.

If anyone had been able to watch unnoticed, they would have been surprised to discover that Ian Lazarus was treading on the same ground that Winston had stepped on. Because of the pioneering work of his predecessors, he can navigate bushes and uneven ground without any hindrance.

Like a night breeze, he quietly caught up with the two groups of red light.

But soon, he was also noticed because of the target's excessive vigilance.

"It's catching up!"

Fukudai, who was responsible for guarding the rear, screamed. He fired at the green light dot that appeared in the distance. Without looking at the result, he turned around and ran as fast as he could without saving his energy.

In such a dark environment, of course his bullet missed the target. Their previous plan was to save bullets and wait for the monster to get close before shooting. Otherwise, they would lose precious bullets and waste precious firing opportunities.

Winston silently cursed an idiot, but then followed suit.

"Load! Load!" He shouted at Fudai regardless of his volume.

They only have two muzzle-loading guns, and their accuracy can only be controlled accurately within fifty yards. If the monster catches up and the remaining bullet in his gun chamber cannot hit it, they will He could only fight the monster closely. Fukudai had to recover the number of shots fired before that, and keep taking turns with him on the offensive in order to resist the monster.

As long as the enemy is still affected by the bullet, the experience of the former Warrant Officer 2 can still be used.

Fudai ran ahead without any response. He just threw down the torch in a daze, and the flames began to spread on the pile of dead leaves.

Winston couldn't tell from behind whether he was doing this to load the gun, or whether he was simply stupid, thinking that dropping the torch would make the monster lose its target.

But no matter what his purpose was, it was impossible to achieve it.

Without light, it was naturally more difficult to see the ground clearly. Soon, a stone pierced the ground tripped Fukudai. He fell forward and hit the dead tree next to him. After a dull crash, he groaned in pain and rolled on the ground.

Winston had already surpassed him, but when he heard the wailing sound, he instinctively stopped and rushed over to help Fudai. The poor guy's face was already covered in blood.

"Get up quickly!" he urged: "The monster is about to catch up!"

In order to help Fudai return to his post as soon as possible, Winston tried his best to lift him up, but this had little effect. He seemed unable to hear a word of the letter, and his hands and feet could not play a supporting role. Just wailing, Winston just let go and fell back again.

He could no longer be relied upon to cover his flanks, the thought flashed through Winston's mind.

He backed away from Fukudai, then ran wildly with a torch without looking back, taking off his bloody coat and throwing it away as he ran.

What is more humiliating than committing a crime is the act of abandoning his companions. He is really becoming more and more depraved. Winston thought sadly. Not only did he abandon his innocent identity, he also lost his morality at this moment, but there is no justice. Ju could save his life at this moment, all he could do was run as fast as possible.

The new vampire did not chase him anymore, but stopped next to Fukudai under the tree.

Even though the leaving red light gave him a more tempting feeling, he had to satisfy his burning hunger before he could further consider how to taste the food. Unmoving food obviously had higher priority than moving food. of higher.

Ian pierced his four fangs into the soft flesh, and blood spurted out from his blood vessels and was drank down his throat. It was as if a traveler in the desert had finally arrived at the oasis, and the burning fire in his body was immediately consumed by the sweet spring water. After it was extinguished, he closed his eyes tightly and felt the liquid flowing in his body and being slowly absorbed by his body. As a result, more power emerged, and there was an indescribable pleasure that almost made him ascend to heaven.

Just like an extremely anemic person regaining his health, the supplementary energy allows him to recover the functions he had originally lost due to hunger.

Ian Lazarus opened his eyes, and more and more bright and colorful light particles appeared in front of his eyes. They combined to form the image of the world in his eyes, even in the dark night.

He finally saw the shape of his treat.

"O Creator of all living beings!"

Ian pushed the body away suddenly and looked at his hands in disbelief. Not only his hands, but also his sleeves were stained with blood. And the allure of those red liquids was exactly the same as the "good wine" he drank before.

He had already done a lot of homework in order to hunt dark descendants, but now that he had sucked blood, he could recall his memories faster.

"I've become a vampire! But how? What happened before?!"

He collapsed on the ground, his body shaking.

Six hours ago, Clayton and Hyde were looking for trouble with the Salvation Army.

Although it is not clear what the connection between Schmidt and the Salvation Army is, apart from these people, no other existence is more suspicious than them. As Schmidt's apprentice, Hyde has enough reason to avenge his teacher, and other patrol members also have the responsibility to protect the locals.

The hunter's apprentices gathered together, and when they went to the stables to check, they found that the Salvation Army had taken away all the mounts.

Alarm bells were sounded in the town, and the news spread quickly, calling out patrols back to the town.

After re-planning, the patrol team used fifteen people as the main force to hunt down the gunmen according to their traces. The remaining people revised the patrol route and contracted back to the inside of the town to carry out limited defense work.

Although Clayton did not intend to leave Donna to participate in this risky operation alone, he owed Schmidt a favor after all, and did not want to see these young people sacrifice in vain, so he temporarily imparted some gunfighting experience to these patrol members. .

He did not expect that this knowledge could protect all these people, but it might still be able to save a few lives in the inevitable battle.

After the professor finished, he left the town meeting hall and walked to the hotel, intending to have another good meal.

However, an old acquaintance blocked his way and made him a request.

Clayton narrowed his eyes, feeling very confused.

"Sorry, Ms. Barbara, what does 'you lost a person in the wild' mean?"