Werewolf hunting rules

"What. Elisio?" Pero stammered.

It sounds like a person's name.

"You don't need to know." When facing ordinary people, Julius didn't have the heart to explain too much, since the other party wouldn't need this kind of knowledge anyway.

He had already told Clayton and the others last time that explaining the same content repeatedly would make him feel upset.

Even if it was just a short sentence, he could already imagine how many questions two people who could read well would have to answer by themselves. He was not a tutor and had no obligation to explain these.

So his reply was very brief.

"You just need to know that there is a guy who is not a good person nearby, but he should not have found Ian Lazarus, otherwise the poor guy would be dead now. As for the current situation." He looked at Barbara: "Wait until Let’s do the second blood donation for your descendant tomorrow. If you are not worried about losing your strength, the other wounds are not a big deal.”

The way vampires create offspring will permanently lose part of their power. This is why vampires are so rare in the world even though there is the easiest way to reproduce.

But Barbara was not worried about this, she nodded carelessly: "As long as he can wake up,"

"As for other injuries, I suggest you soak him in a lot of blood, but don't cause any more trouble. Pei Lun raises a lot of sheep, which can barely replace human blood."

After Julius finished speaking, he took off his gloves and sat down by the fireplace again, as if he didn't intend to leave.

Perot and Barbara looked at each other, and then the old man said dryly to Julius: "The attic is still empty. We put extra blankets there and a recliner."

Julius leaned back on the chair and said without turning his head: "No, I'm just sitting here for a while. The wound from before is still a little sore. You can do yourselves."

Since the guest had decided so, the old couple had nothing else to say. They carried the box containing Ian Lazarus into the utility room, locked the door and went upstairs, leaving the wizard alone on the first floor. On the chair, the only companions he rested with him by the fire were two bunches of garlic and a pheasant hanging beside them.

That's fine, Julius needs peace.

He doesn't like to be disturbed by other things when he is thinking.

Now he could think carefully about the significance of the existence of Elisio's ritual.

He had already mentioned this history to two people from the Bello family last time. The ancient Mansians once used a ritual to seize the power of those powerful creatures for their own use, and Elisio - this is the ritual. title.

The [Empire] was once strong because of this, but in the end it did not escape the fate of collapse.

Nowadays, few people use the Elisio ritual, not because it is lost, but because of various reasons that it is no longer suitable for today's society.

This ritual was created by the werewolf shaman of the empire to quickly train slaves loyal to the empire into powerful extraordinary beings who could be incorporated into the army to expand their military strength. Performing rituals according to the highest level of specifications can swallow up half of the power of the sacrifices, including those natural "gods".

During the heyday of the empire, a huge God Reaver ritual venue was built under the arena, the entertainment facility of the werewolf royal family. The blood shed by each gladiator above and all the lives that died were assisting in Elisio's ritual. Its operation creates more and stronger slave warriors for the empire.

But this has a huge flaw - the Elisio ritual will pollute the concept of [self]. The person who performs the ritual can no longer improve his power through practice, and he cannot increase his lifespan through this ritual.

In other words, the esoteric tradition has no connection with the people who perform the rituals. They can only study the wrong path - this name means that they cannot correctly understand the origin of the world.

Powerful, but short-lived, and ignorant.

It is precisely for this reason that the nobles of the ancient empire will not personally accept the gifts of this ceremony. This is also contrary to the contemporary practice rules of the extraordinary power system that have become nearly perfect. Today's society does not have so many strong people who can be used as sacrifices. .

Beings like Julius's father who control the power of nature have more or less cooperative relationships with the government, and the church turns a blind eye to them. As long as they don't intend to subvert the country, the worst they can do is to be detained and guarded, and sign a contract to serve the country.

Changes in the political system and religious concepts have made the God-Reavers of the past no longer necessary.

The most important thing is that the channel to obtain knowledge about this ritual is even rarer than the secret knowledge. Julius also accidentally learned about the existence of this ritual from a forbidden book in Strass. He had no idea that anyone would go there. Choose such a difficult path.

He was also baffled that Ian Lazarus was still "alive".

But without site layout, the coverage of this ritual is less than thirty yards, and the ritual only works on powerful creatures that are extremely weak or dead. If the caster decided to sacrifice Ian, there was no reason for him to let the sacrifice survive.

But if Ian was only affected by the ceremony, it means that Revo must have a prepared ceremony venue to expand the coverage of the ceremony. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the person conducting the ceremony not to discover Ian at such a close distance.

But where will the ceremony venue be?

If Ian is just an unlucky guy who was affected, then who will be the real sacrifice?

Could it be that there are other extraordinary beings fighting in the shadows in Gévaux, but he and the Bello family know nothing about it?

Thinking of this, Julius put down his raised feet and withdrew his eyes that were burned by the flames, not letting the warmth of the flames and the comfortable chair slow down his thinking.

No, this is unlikely.

Gévaux was too small to be without rumors if some unusual conflict arose, and they had been here less than two weeks before Creighton Bello was remembered by almost everyone.

Unable to think of an answer, he became extremely irritated and put his right leg on his left leg again.

This movement caused a breeze, and the dead pheasant hanging by the fireplace shook, and a feather fell from it.

Dry, cracked, and a little oily. This disgusting feather did not fall very fast. It fell from the sky swayingly. The wizard's eyes were involuntarily captured by this simple but peculiar movement trajectory, and he fell into a state of obsession. He had studied it in the past. Some memories and inspirations of divination suddenly came to mind, and I naturally interpreted the scene in front of me.

Peel away from the dead body. Stop decay before eating

His pupils involuntarily dilated, reflecting the scene he was observing like a mirror - the broken feather tumbled into the flames of the fireplace, and the updraft did not push it away. The black and white feathers burned in the flames, emitting an extremely unpleasant pungent smell.

Remaining at the end. The power of flight falls into the flames.

Turn into ashes.

Julius's spirit suddenly broke away from this terrible state. He stood up suddenly and broke into a cold sweat.

Being able to enter such a perfect divination state is a precious experience for everyone who knows divination, but the result was unacceptable to him.

Bad omen! An absolute bad omen!

Danger is approaching!

Barbara's head popped up from the top of the stairs.

"What happened?"

She hasn't slept since she became a vampire. She just lies in bed with her husband every day and pretends that she still has this ability, so she can quickly detect any noise in the house.

Julius gasped and stared at her, and suddenly looked back alertly, only to realize that he had knocked over the chair when he stood up.

He calmed his breathing slightly, waved to the chair, and an invisible force pulled it up and helped it back to its original position.

"It's okay," he said, and was annoyed to see the female vampire staring at the wall, seemingly not paying attention to him.

"Did anyone come here just now? Mr. Julius?"

He stood by the fireplace and said coldly: "I think your senses are more sensitive than humans. There is no need to ask me."

Barbara closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if there was some smell that Julius couldn't smell that was permeating the first floor.

"Oh, someone did come. He stayed outside the door for a while, but did not knock on the door. I can feel his heat remaining there."

Julius was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the fear in his heart disappeared without a trace immediately after Barbara came downstairs. He could recall the result of his divination just now, but he could no longer convince himself with this result.

Those fears seemed to have been told to him by others, or words he had read in written texts, rather than experienced by him personally, and his body had forgotten the feeling of trembling just now.

It was like it was a completely wrong divination and he failed to make a connection with anything.

He knew the reason - the results of the divination had been changed.

"That man wanted to kill me, and he had the ability to do so. But he heard Barbara's voice and the sound of me knocking down the chair. He knew that there was more than one person awake here, and there might be other transcendent beings. He backed off because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to kill us before we made a loud noise to alert others."

Barbara was a little scared. She only saw Julius suddenly grab a handful of amulet-like products and scatter them on the living room floor and the carpet in front of the door. Then he paced back and forth by the fireplace, muttering to himself. Incomprehensible content.

"Who wants to kill you? Is your enemy following you from the city? How about we go find Mr. Bello and let him know about this?"

The wizard stopped, looked at her gloomily, and suddenly shook his head, overturning his previous conclusion.

"No, that person's target is not me, but you. Barbara, someone knows that you came back with Ian, and he also knows that this kid has extraordinary power because he has taken away part of it in some way. Now. He discovered that the number of sacrifices was wrong, so he targeted you."

Barbara nervously clasped her hands together, twisting her fingers off and rejoining them.

"Then what should Perot and I do?"

"Insect Ian Lazarus immediately and make sure he returns to his normal self before someone visits. Then you have to light up every room and draw the curtains to let everyone know that this place is There are still people awake. Wait until daylight to notify Ian's detective friends and let them know that you are here. In the meantime, I will spread some curses here as protection. Bello. Yes, he will know tomorrow , but he’s not here tonight.”

After explaining a long list of contents, the wizard looked at Barbara's face across the fire and the sofa, and took another deep breath.

"I have another question, did you eat that Leatherworker completely?"

The eyes of the female vampire who had been listening carefully suddenly became wandering.