Werewolf hunting rules

Marietta's injuries gradually stabilized.

Her fever began to subside, but she was still very weak and still couldn't open her eyes.

Creighton and his "entourage" all moved to the Perot home, including the wounded man and the important doctor. Julius thought it would take a few days for her to recover enough to speak, and even more to walk. Nowhere in sight.

Of course, the town mayor was notified of the attack on a postman on the road, which attracted great attention. The Salvation Army's wanted notice has been secretly sent to the people in charge in the town. The battle may start at any time, but this The news is still withheld from them unless there is an opportune moment

In order to minimize sacrifices, in addition to preparing weapons, they were also waiting for the Salvation Army to start getting sick.

This is no joke, it is winter, and the environment near the swamp is fatal to anyone who lacks food and clothing. Usually, in just three nights, the biting cold can weaken a strong adult.

If a person has trouble raising the muzzle of a gun, then he is no longer a threat.

Now there's only one last night left to wait.

Similarly, Clayton also understood the intention of Mayor Jeffrey and Hunter's Newstalker to conceal the wanted order. This was not only to prevent the news from leaking and causing more changes in the Salvation Army, but also to allow the businessmen to serve as Free watcher.

In order to squeeze money out of the Salvation Army, they visited the swamp every day.

But this matter is not worthy of attention for people who have already planned to leave Gevaux.

"When can we leave?" Perrault asked.

Surprisingly, he was the one who couldn't wait to return to the city the most. When he said this, his disgusted eyes glanced at Selanie intentionally or unintentionally. The latter immediately got off the sofa and pretended that she was going to the kitchen. help.

It was a moral humiliation for the old man to allow a prostitute to live in his home, and he only tolerated it for the sake of others.

Clayton told the truth: "The time will come when Miss Etta can walk."

Perrault looked disappointed.

"What, are you in a hurry?"

The old man's shoulders shrugged heavily: "It's nothing, it's just that my son plans to come back to spend this winter with us. If I plan to return to the city, I need to tell him in advance, just now." He pointed. Pointing upstairs, the postman who was still lying down must be unable to deliver the message back.

Clayton comforted him: "There is only one main road. If he is coming, we should meet him."

"That's what I'm worried about." Perot said with a wry smile: "Young people are always impatient. In order to come back quickly, he may take small paths, which will miss us."

There was no way to do this. Clayton could only promise him that he would arrange a trip as soon as possible, and then called Julius to prepare to go out.

The wizard's appearance still hadn't recovered. He was bandaged all over and his clothes were tightly wrapped. He looked as thin as a pole, as if a gust of wind could blow him over. This was the result of two days of rest.

"Can you go out now?" Clayton asked, looking at his bandages.

Julius shook his head, bunched up his long hair and stuffed it into the bowler hat Perot lent him, and said angrily: "If I can't, I won't leave that damn utility room, This house is really small and pitiful, even if I have nothing to do, I still have to go out for a walk."

Clayton nodded and turned to go out. The two guards at the door nodded to them.

They were helpers sent by the mayor Jeffrey, and Clayton took the initiative to exchange favors. Now there is a vampire, a demon, and a witch in the house. Julius left many talismans with reminder and defense functions. , there were two armed guards at the door, and Clayton himself didn’t know how to break in.

So this is the perfect time to go out.

Such strict measures were taken to deal with Chud Osmar. Although Priest Louis promised to resolve their disputes, Clayton still remembered the killing intent revealed in the evil eyes.

The professional name of the evil eye is "oversight", which means "peeping with excessive emotion". This ability cannot be displayed without particularly strong emotions, so Chu De's idea of ​​killing him is absolutely untrue.

Clayton was always prepared for the other party to breach the contract.

Now, they are going to the swamp to see where the treasure Schmidt is looking for is, and whether it is a factor that affects their luck.

The weather is getting colder than it is now. When they arrived, Revo looked like the lingering summer.

Today is still a snowy day. When we go out into the wild, especially in swamps, the cold is like a moving monster. It burrows along the collar and has to maintain an ambiguous relationship with every inch of skin before it stops. .

In fact, when he walked to the river, Julius clearly showed regret, but he didn't say anything. He just wrapped his clothes tighter and stood aside to smoke, waiting for Clayton to use the borrowed key. Opening the boat that was chained next to the water-powered mill, the two rowed downstream, that is, in the east direction.

Along the way, they compared the changes in the width of the river upstream to the swamp and where the topography of the swamp began.

The river banks on both sides were first a tidal flat, and then a group of withered grass about half a person's height behind, blocking their view like a wall.

Calculating the time and distance accurately, Clayton docked the boat, towed it to a place where it would not be swept away by the water, and then swung a long-handled double-edged ax to clear a path through the weed poles on the shore as hard as wire. ——They can't go on the normal road, but have to bypass some people's sight. Because the Salvation Army stays nearby and could come out to collect firewood at any time. But in this temperature, Julius didn't think they would stray too far from the fire.

Clayton opened a new path and came to the land with sparse weeds. He also asked the wizard for some cigarettes to warm himself.

The cold here has made the werewolves a little unbearable.

From this point of view, the mayor's choice to wait with the Salvation Army was actually the right thing to do. Time is on the side of those who own houses.

The two slowly walked through this area and came to the junction of the swamp and the river bank. The weeds here had almost disappeared, and the large areas of mud had frozen. The shallow ice layers were like natural mirrors broken into several pieces. Into the loess, the sky was reflected, and the ice made a crackling sound as they walked across.

The Easter Island tomb robbers and the traces of their excavations left here have not disappeared. The deep pits are now frozen solid, and the specimens are displayed in front of them.

The two dead trees that almost killed Clayton reminded him of the thrilling things that happened here.

Clayton and Julius took a puff of cigarettes at the same time. The fire on the tobacco shreds suddenly became brighter, and even the falling snow in the sky became sparkling.

This wasn't their first time here, but the last time they were here they found nothing.

Now with solid suspicion, this area is indeed becoming more and more suspicious.

Clayton blew out a hot smoke ring, then simply held the cigarette in his mouth and drew a line on the ground with an ax in both hands. The color of the soil gradually turned into a lighter color from the water's edge to the shore, but the texture was very similar. The existence of the line Let the color differences become apparent.

He knelt down and picked up a handful of soil, motioning for Julius to squat down and take a look.

"Look at the color of the soil. There is a difference between soil that has been soaked in water for a long time and ordinary soil. The swamp may have originally belonged to the bottom of the river, but now the water level has dropped, exposing it. I don't know how long this situation will last. Judging by the height of the grass. It could be more than a year or two. It can make a big difference in some watery seasons."

Schmidt believed that the Dinon general Emperor Jetali sank the treasure to the bottom of the river, but since so much time has passed, it is not impossible that the water level of the river dropped and the place where the treasure was originally buried was exposed to the water.

"Ancient swamp corpse." Julius suddenly said this word while looking at the thread.

Clayton held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at him in confusion.

After a few seconds, the werewolf immediately understood what the other party meant: "The water fairy said that they mentioned the ancient dead when communicating with each other, and they were quite sure that there was something else underneath. This may be what they mentioned before she woke up. I have dug up the corpses of ancient people, so I am obsessed with this swamp.”

This speculation undoubtedly raises the rationality of the treasure's existence here again.

"Then can your magic divine things underground?"

Julius stood up, spread his hands and sighed, "Unfortunately, I don't have enough material."

All his reserves were used up last time. No matter what happens next, they can only solve it through observation and logic like ordinary people.

"So your magic didn't sense anything unusual?"

The wizard shook his head: "It's frozen here. The changes in the elements will destroy the traces. I can't feel anything. I'd better be prepared to stay here for a few hours."

Clayton helplessly sucked the cigarette in his mouth to the end, then spit out the cigarette butt, stood up, and hit the ground with the ax again. The ice and soil were split by the ax blade. The extraordinary magical object with spiritual energy was not so easy to destroy. In addition to its identity as a weapon, it was also a good shovel, which had been proven in the past.

Julius rubbed his hands and looked around at the ground.

The hand of glory is on him, which may bring some luck to his actions.

after awhile,

"Wait a minute." He said suddenly. When Clayton looked over, he pointed to an inconspicuous place: "There seems to be something here."

The werewolf moved his nose, but the cold severely damaged his sense of smell. He didn't find anything unusual in the direction Julius pointed to, but he still came over.

As usual, it started with an axe, but the feeling of cutting it down immediately became different from the soil.

Clayton changed his approach and slowly used the ax blade to poke out the dirt, exposing what was underneath.

It was a skinned corpse, the blood had been drained, and it even had a pink texture after Clayton patted the dirt off. As for what kind of animal it was, it remains to be investigated, because it was very mutilated, with only a lump left, and its structure was deformed. It was so severe that only a ribbed structure could just be made out, which the werewolf thought might be half of a deer.

"This piece of flesh and blood is very fresh. Some wild beasts will bury uneaten prey in the soil and dig it out when they are hungry."

Julius didn't listen to him, but motioned for him to put the body down.

Then, the wizard began to use his skills in the medical field. He put on gloves and pulled out all the bones in the body and put them back together. It didn't take long for the skeletal structure of a human's upper body to take shape outside of flesh and blood.

Clayton's expression became serious.

He realized how serious his mistake was.

Julius raised his head and looked at him: "We seem to have found Sevan."

I have a bad cold again, and I get it every time the seasons change.