Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton caught no scent, the smell of the swamp itself covering everything up.

His extraordinary sense of smell was of no use at all during this period, and he had not eaten anything after working all afternoon. A fire suddenly rose in the werewolf's heart.

Kill them all.

"Do you have exact directions?"

Julius closed his eyes for a few seconds, then opened his eyes: "From the direction we came from,"

"Then let's go."

Clayton dragged his long ax back. He had enough things to think about and prepare to do today, and he was too lazy to think about the identity of the other party. Whether he is an enemy or not, the other party will prove it himself.

He didn't need to be afraid of anything, it was night anyway.

After only walking a short distance, the figure of the other party was clearly visible.

Three men carrying long rifles kicked aside the knee-high grass and walked towards their position. The light of the lantern shone in the grass - they were not hunters, Clayton immediately judged. He pushed Julius aside and walked straight towards him.

There are occasional clear nights in winter, but not today.

A dark cloud drifted by, easily blocking all the brilliance of the moon. The gunmen were only twenty yards apart, but they couldn't tell who was standing across from them.

The werewolf watched them still look confused after raising their lanterns and shining them hard on themselves, feeling secretly amused in their hearts.

He was literally dealing with a bunch of blind people.

The gunmen of the Salvation Army quickly gave up using their eyesight to identify each other. One person walked to the front holding a lantern, and the two behind them put the lantern on their waists, pointed their rifles at Clayton with both hands, and began to load ammunition at the same time. .

"November."

The man holding the lantern spoke a secret signal, his voice so low that it was almost drowned out by the sound of the gun sliding.

Of course, it was impossible for Clayton to answer the newly concocted secret code within the Salvation Army. He asked directly, his voice piercing the night sky: "Did Chud Osmar send you to guard this place?"

The gunman with the lantern backed away quickly, then opened fire on him as he expected.

The dull sound of gunfire echoed in the air mixed with a strange and harsh sound.

The long-handled double-edged ax stood upright, and the ceremonial spear point in the middle of the double-edged blade pointed straight into the sky. The moment the two gunmen fired, Clayton stood it up in front of him and shot at both sides of his head. All bullets were blocked by the metal block, and the bullets fell silently into the soil after a loud noise.

The shooting speed of the Vanney rifle was predictable. Clayton swung the weapon comfortably, and the Mosquito Slayer's gun tip pointed diagonally at the ground again.

Then came the sprint.

It was a fast sprint that was impossible for a human body, and there was absolutely no warning in terms of movement.

Clayton did not obsess over the deformation of his whole body. His legs had transformed into the anti-joint structure of a werewolf in just a moment. The beast's characteristics were more suitable for sprinting movements, and no obvious movements were needed to accumulate momentum.

After taking a breath, his figure had already crossed the twenty-yard space and arrived in front of the three gunmen.

The Mosquito Slayer's ax blade floated slightly, drawing a sharp semicircle like a fluttering skirt.

One of the gunmen didn't have time to retreat to a safe distance, and his legs were cut off at the knees. He fell forward before he could feel the pain. The werewolf dodged in front of him and bit the side of his half-animal head. His neck completely lost his life force.

The teeth pierced the blood vessels, and warm blood sprayed all over the werewolf's face as it invaded the mouth.

But as Clayton released his beast form, the blood covering the surface of his face disappeared as the black wolf fur retreated back to the lower layer of the skin.

"Block him! Block him!"

The person who originally asked for the code quickly reloaded the spear in his hand while retreating, but his companion did not think there was any chance of winning and chose to escape without saying a word, turning his back on him.

Clayton looked at the back and snorted coldly, then violently shot out the Mosquito Slayer like a javelin. The sharp tip of the ax gun penetrated through the back, but due to the dullness of the ax blades on both sides, he could not hit the target. The man who escaped was nailed through, only to stab him in the back and knock him over hard. His figure was buried in the knee-high grass, and the flame in the lantern at his waist was extinguished due to the violent impact.

The last Salvation Army guard had just finished loading his rifle at this time, but when he tremblingly wanted to point his gun at Clayton, he found that the man in front of him had disappeared.

In other words, it disappeared into the grass!

The wild grass was swaying softly, and the beast dormant in it had lost its shape. It was twisting and turning like a snake on the ground, and the grass beneath it bowed down as it passed by.

The rebel fighter tried to aim his gun at the place where the sound came from, but it was too fast. He took aim several times and it was too late. When the gun was pointed, all he could see was the past "beast trail" in the grass that had not yet been closed, and this beast trail was about to spread in front of him.

We can't wait any longer, we have to shoot, anywhere!

He relied on instinct and pulled the trigger in front of him.

The sound of the gunshot also means that he no longer has the ability to hurt the opponent. He bet all his hopes on hitting his opponent with this shot.

He failed.

The black shadow in the grass jumped up, threw him to the ground, and swung his right hand at his neck, neatly cutting off his trachea and cervical vertebrae.

Then the beast-like claws gradually retracted, leaving only sharp black nails.

"The binding ritual appears to have been a success."

Julius walked slowly. He knew that Clayton Bello had the highest level of a great knight in the eyes of his father Groene, but no one expected that he could master this strange power so quickly, even without Even with full transformation, three gun-wielding soldiers can be easily dispatched.

Those naturally bred dark descendants usually take several years to master the fighting methods of their own race, but Clayton only took half a year.

This is certainly due to the werewolf's fighting talent, but his own fighting experience also plays an important role.

Clayton ignored this exclamation. He stood up from the corpse and looked at Julius, his eyes glowing with a faint yellow light.

"There is another one who may not be dead. I'll go check it out."

"Maybe we should keep one alive," Julius said.

Creighton rejected the offer: "It's too late. Other Salvation Army soldiers must have heard the gunshots and are already on their way. It's impossible for us to leave quickly with an injured person."

The wizard shrugged and had no objection.

Clayton walked to his axe.

The man who was knocked down did not survive, as the Mosquito Slayers nearly drained him of his blood. Clayton pulled out the ax gun from the back of the mummy and drove the strange object with his heart. Some thorn-like things grew from the ax handle, wrapped around his hand, and pumped the sucked blood into his blood vessels, and then the weight slowly Slowly return to the original state.

"Okay, let's go." He said.

"No. I still feel something is wrong." Donna lay on the table worriedly, looking at Barbara innocently with her topaz-like eyes.

Barbara turned her head away uncomfortably, trying not to look at her.

At the same time, the female vampire held a clay cup tightly in her hand, with hot milk in it.

The two blood donation rituals made to Ian made her feel weak and thirsty. At this moment, she was extremely thirsty for blood. Milk could only alleviate this feeling slightly. To be specific, it could only relieve it for a few minutes. This was Perochisin. Wan Ku got it for her.

Now the old man goes out to buy sheep again.

Barbara prayed that the sheep's blood would be enough. She now saw that her husband had an uncontrollable urge, let alone a more delicious girl.

But the house is now full of people.

Why did Mr. Bello bring so many people to live in her house?

"Maybe I should ask Seranne? I don't know her, and she looks very young," she thought wildly.

But Selanie has been shutting herself in her room since she found out that Old Perot didn't like her, so that the two of them would not meet. When Barbara passed her temporary room intentionally or unintentionally, the closed door kept reminding the vampire and even prevented her from thinking so.

If it hadn't been for that damn door, she would have handled Selanne as easily as the chicken hanging by the fireplace.

But there happened to be a door, and the door that was closed by the prostitute kept reminding her that Selanie was not an ingredient, but a self-aware guest.

Barbara couldn't help but fall into pain.

There is another person in the attic who has absolutely no ability to resist.

But Barbara had dealt with Marietta in the early days of becoming a vampire, and the latter taught her how to use a gun, but she really didn't want to do it.

She began to envy Ian. That kid must have been extremely happy to have sucked someone dry in the early stages of his transformation.

At least five. No, three people are enough!

It’s good for two people!

"Aunt Barbara? Are you feeling unwell?"

Donna's tentative inquiry made the female vampire sit up straight as if she was electrocuted.

"No, I'm just... a little tired." She didn't know how she told this stupid lie, and it was exposed immediately.

"She's hungry," Clara said wisely.

The little devil was lying in the utility room wearing armor, watching what was going on in the living room.

Clayton asked her to protect Donna and Marietta, and Donna asked her to sign a strange piece of paper. She did it, and there would be delicious food after that. Everything was as self-evident as the law of heaven.

Donna nodded understandingly. Because demons have the ability to feel other people's emotions.

And it’s not surprising that Barbara would be like this, she’s a vampire.

According to Bracola's Monster Chronicles, drinking a glass of hot blood may restore her to normal.

The girl put aside the questions she was thinking about for a moment, stretched out her arms to Barbara, and pulled up her sleeves. The blue-purple blood vessels under her fair skin were clearly visible under her extraordinary eyesight.

"I can give you some," she suggested.

Peng!

Barbara shuddered, stood up, knocked over her chair, and never looked at Donna again.

"Sorry, I need to go back to my room to rest!" For the first time, she didn't stutter when she was nervous, and her tone was very cold.

After saying that, she went upstairs without looking back.

Donna watched blankly as her figure disappeared at the top of the stairs, then stood up a little sadly and raised the chair that Barbara had knocked down again.

"Did I do something to make her angry? I thought we were friends, but what did she think?"

"My friend, it's delicious," Clara answered her.

My hand is recovering a little better