Werewolf hunting rules

After Barbara explained, Clayton had new questions.

"What do you mean by 'I turned Ian into a vampire by the river'?"

Barbara looked innocent: "I turned him into a vampire." She didn't understand what other explanation she could have for expressing so superficially.

Clayton frowned and scratched his hands on his slightly curly dark black hair. He didn't ask this question because he was deaf. It's really because he doesn't think Barbara has the idea of ​​​​doing this on her own initiative. In order for a vampire to transform into the same kind, she must first kill the target, and their relationship seems to be pretty good.

"I won't mention whether this is immoral," he paused. After checking that no one else was on the street, he gritted his teeth and whispered: "Are you stupid? We might be the ones who killed his brother. You gave him He has the power, what if he finds out about this in the future and wants to trouble us?"

Barbara remained silent.

Clayton had anticipated her reaction. She didn't think much about it when she fed her blood to the rats in the sewer. If she didn't reflect afterward, it would certainly not be surprising that what happened today would happen.

This person also needs education.

"Did he ask to become a vampire?"

"No, I just picked up his body and felt it was a pity."

"That word is 'mercy'!" Clayton corrected instinctively, then realized that the point was wrong and asked instead: "Who killed him?!"

"It should be Priest Louis. Ian seems to have discovered his secret. I don't know how things turned out like this." Barbara folded her arms and said sadly. She was hunched over in a posture that looked more like an absentee than a housewife. .

It seems that Padre Lewis did get information from Adelaide, Clayton thought. If not, Louis would have no other secrets that would kill anyone.

"You gave him blood and then left?"

"No, I originally wanted to bury him deeper, but a very scary monster appeared. I really had no choice, so I left him and lured the monster away alone." Barbara said, a sudden look on her face. He showed a bit of confidence and straightened his back: "That monster seems to be the Leatherworker you mentioned. I just ran with it for a while, but it never caught up with me and left when we got around the town."

If Clayton were in werewolf form, his ears would be perked up right now.

"So you're here to ask me for help in killing it?"

"No, I have to go home to cook for Perot now, so I hope Mr. Bello can bring Ian back. He is probably in that direction -" Barbara pointed to the northwest.

If she hadn't been an uneducated housewife, Clayton would probably have thought she was insulting him.

"Don't be stupid. It won't matter if old Perot is hungry. He will find something to eat by himself."

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Barbara's hand and ran out of the town through alleys and corners that would not be seen publicly. He wanted to leave before the hunters set out to pursue the Salvation Army team and not run into them.

Barbara exclaimed, but still let herself be pulled by Clayton's arm and run.

"Mr. Bello, it's getting late, I really have to go home.

Her tone could not help but be excited, but she still retained a little restraint, because she had promised her husband to participate in as few risky actions as possible.

"We have to kill the leatherworker first." Clayton answered her.

"But I don't want to fight it."

"But I want to!"

Clayton resisted the urge to roar.

The leatherworker was seriously injured and had not recovered. Barbara must have smelled its blood. Vampires can sense blood far better than werewolves. The leatherworker followed her for a while. He should still be near the town at this moment. The vampire can follow the path of the blood. Traces found it easily, but if it were delayed a little longer it would be impossible to tell.

It's already dusk now, and it won't be long before the werewolf can reveal its true form. He and the vampire will definitely be able to kill it together.

This is not because Clayton is doing good deeds, but because if he allows the leatherworker to continue wandering in the forest, he and Donna will probably never be able to wait for the horses they need to return to the city. The leatherworker is a habitual offender in this regard. If It realizes that it can no longer break through the blockade of patrols to attack towns, so it will become inevitable to run to the roadside to hunt travelers on horseback.

It's winter now, and there are very few large creatures that are active outside and are weak themselves, except for humans. This is a result that can be easily deduced.

Clayton and Barbara were lucky enough to leave town without being discovered by anyone else.

Once they left the town, they no longer had to hide from others.

The hunter team going to hunt down the Salvation Army should go in the direction of the main road, that is, to the east, and the leatherworker's position should be north of Jevo, so the two of them will not meet again.

"Tell me which direction it is now?"

Clayton had already let go of Barbara, he needed the vampire to lead the way.

Barbara also had no idea of ​​going back - it would be better to say that she was expecting a tough talker to crush her rejection. A vampire's desire for the blood of powerful creatures is endless, just like a werewolf's desire for meat. And this does not stop with love for your husband.

She pinched the front hem of her skirt into two corners and knotted it so that it would not affect her movement, and then she ran freely in the cold wind. Her enthusiasm even made her throw Clayton away.

The werewolf couldn't keep up with her in his human form, so he could only watch as she gradually disappeared from sight.

"It doesn't have to be so fast." He muttered, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, the werewolf's sense of smell allowed him to follow.

The sky gradually sank into darkness, but there were still stars dotted there. After chasing for a while, he saw Barbara stagnant in place. Clayton looked in the direction she was looking, and his yellow eyes matched the deep ones. Another pair of unearthly red eyes stared at each other in the woods.

The leatherworker is there, not too far from Gévaux.

The moonlight illuminated its pale limbs, and the leatherworker tried his best to stretch his body, including the pale tail with a red tip, like a strange beast dormant in its lair.

"It seems to be waiting for someone." Barbara lowered her posture, looking like a child tiptoeing to catch frogs.

"Stop dilly-dallying, it's already spotted us."

Clayton walked quickly behind her, his steps getting faster and faster, and black threads appeared on his face and exposed palms, and they became more and more dense, but his body still maintained a human shape, until he really When she got close to Barbara's back, she stood on tiptoes and made one final leap. A black werewolf quietly jumped out from the set of clothes!

Until the clothes fell to the ground, Barbara didn't realize that he had completed his transformation.

This is a new method that he has mastered more deeply about the nature of werewolf's power, which greatly shortens the time of transformation.

The patrol team responsible for guarding Gevo tonight was short of manpower because part of its manpower was allocated to pursue the Salvation Army, so it shortened its patrol route and only patrolled the streets of the town. He doesn't have to worry about the hunters discovering what's going on here, he can completely free himself from all restraints and go into battle.

The werewolf stretched out its huge claws and grabbed Barbara from behind. Before she could even exclaim, she felt her perspective rise.

"What are you doing?"

"Shut up and execute my tactics."

Clayton didn't say much. He looked directly at the leatherworker about seventy yards away. His entire upper body leaned forward slightly, and he ran forward quickly without any concealment. His body rolled up the airflow and blew down the weeds at his feet. If he encountered When he reaches the bushes, he will choose to run directly into them, knocking those deciduous plants into wood chips scattered on the ground with a hiss.

Such sounds almost became one in just a few seconds. Even if the leatherworker didn't notice them originally, it was time to notice them now.

The pale and slender body, even bigger than a werewolf, shrank back uneasily, its elbows and knees drawing two ravines on the soft soil. The ugly monster seemed to retreat after seeing their collision. plan, its animal instincts began to warn it.

The werewolf covered in dead branch fragments rushed in front of him without thinking, and suddenly stopped about ten yards away.

But he didn't come to say hello to this monster. He stretched out the hand that grabbed the female vampire, and his lumbar joints simultaneously transformed the force of forward thrust into the force of rotation. After the body rotated for a week, the powerful anti-joint legs under him The lower body ejected like a spring and stood on tiptoe. The tall body covered with black wolf fur threw Barbara towards the sky above the leatherworker in the same posture as the discus thrower depicted in ancient murals.

"Barbara, bite it!"

The deformed face of the leatherworker even showed a bit more humanity because of this. It was stunned on the spot, looking up in shock, watching the woman in the air twisting her body like a cat trying to regain her balance and hit him.

Clayton would never let go of such an opportunity. His upper body collapsed and he landed on all fours. All his muscles tensed up to prepare for the next attack. In less than half a second, the werewolf exploded at a speed that surpassed that of a cheetah. . The color of his fur was almost unnoticeable in the night of the same color. By the time the leatherworker's attention shifted back from Barbara, the werewolf's right paw clenched into a fist had already hit its little head from top to bottom. .

The battle memories of Saga and the unknown ancestors subtly taught Clayton, allowing him to use the werewolf body that he was not familiar with to swing this blow smoothly.

What he saw and felt all coincided with the memories of his ancestors. At least in this attack technique, his performance was not inferior to that of powerful ancestors like Saga, because this was exactly the move copied from his memory.

The leatherworker only had time to raise his left arm, and the next moment he was hit by the werewolf's fist.

It was as if the knight had used a page hammer to carry out a heavy blow. After the dull collision, its smooth, hairless white left arm immediately showed obvious bending, and the sound of broken bones came from it. At the same time, the entire upper body was moving forward due to this huge force. He was lying low, with his elbows sunk deeply into the soil. Only his hind limbs with reverse joints were still supporting him, and his body posture was like that of a human being kneeling.

Clayton was not happy about this result, because although the leatherworker was injured, the injury was not as serious as he expected.

He looked at the leatherworker's left shoulder, where Schmidt had pierced a spear tip, limiting the movement of his left arm. It should not have been able to raise its left arm in defense. At this moment, there are indeed obvious red scars on the white skin, which are swollen and oozing blood, but it is not possible to confirm whether the spear tip is still there.

In addition, its limbs, which are more slender than a werewolf, contain extraordinary strength. The special limb joints are nailed to the ground like wooden wedges. It uses a strange bone structure and evil skin to resist a lot of power. It is soft and soft. The soil has absorbed a lot of power.

But that's it.

Clayton put aside his thoughts, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly on his wolf face, his fangs bared, and an extremely ferocious smile emerged.

If the leatherworker is too weak, hunting will be completely uninteresting.

In front of the werewolf, the leatherworker stretched his neck and stared at him with eyes like hot coals. His pale and slender limbs tried to stand up again, but then there was another dull crash from the leatherworker's back. The female vampire descended from the sky and suppressed its body again.

"I bit it." Barbara looked up with blood in her mouth and looked at Clayton expectantly.

However, she only saw the werewolf's mouth opening, pointing at her as if he wanted to say something. The next second, the monster under her crotch turned sideways, and its huge body rolled her heavily into the soil.