Werewolf hunting rules

When someone suggests praying, others literally fall silent.

As the first person clasped their fingers in front of their chests, more and more people started doing the same.

They lowered their weapons, lowered their faces, low prayers came from their lips, and the words of the scriptures began to echo on the hillside.

"I walked under the desolate sky, but the dark smoke obscured the starlight because it did not allow me to open my eyes. The painful and dirty air breeds evil things, making it impossible to see."

"There are snakes on the ground snaking around the poisonous weeds, thieves at the wells killing those who try to get water, thirst and hunger, everything is unbearable, and the pain of traveling is exhausting."

"When I was about to fall, I heard many voices. They were the voices of fellow believers."

"The many voices seemed to be removing the sin from my body. Invisible fellow believers were praying in the smoke. Fuzzy shadows were floating around."

“Their songs were in one language and one tune.”

"I asked those shadows in the fog: 'Brothers I have never met, how do you see the light in the fog, see the road clearly, and where are you going?'"

"A joyful voice answered me: 'If the smoke denies our sight, our ears will bring us closer instead of our eyes. We will go as far as our Heavenly Father allows us to go, until we see the majesty of the Creator's heaven.'"

There was a special sound in the wind. The soldier on sentry duty suddenly turned around and waved his hand, and the voice of prayer suddenly stopped.

The Salvation Army members stopped praying, opened their closed hands again, grabbed the snow and smeared it on their bodies, so that the appearance of their clothes was dyed the same white as the environment.

When these preparations were completed, they picked up their long rifles, bent down and quickly dispersed.

Like a scattered flock of birds, they each occupied a high ground, waiting for the team that hunted them to arrive.

Clayton looked at their backs indifferently.

The werewolf had found traces of the Salvation Army at some point, but had not yet raised a flag.

It was too close to the Salvation Army, and there were sentries among these people watching the surroundings, and the bright flags might give away his own position.

And the local hunters are not stupid. They know how dangerous it is to prey on humans. When the observer sees him appearing in the tree and the direction of the viewing angle, he knows that the Salvation Army is nearby.

The Hunters have slowed down, and the focus of their exploration has changed from speed to a more comprehensive search.

Clayton was climbing on the treetops to observe the deployment of the Salvation Army. Suddenly, a bird chirped overhead, and a waxy-yellow object fell from the sky and was firmly caught in his palm.

His yellow wolf eyes instantly determined what this thing was, and he looked shocked.

"Did you give him the Hand of Glory?"

Although it was a question, Julius was very sure.

Donna stared out the window at the gradually darkening street and hummed, her hands still spread out on the window sill.

"I don't know what my uncle was doing when he went out, but I think he might need this now."

Of course, the spell to share the fate is still in effect, but the priority of the Hand of Glory is higher than the spell she cast. It is a more appropriate choice to give this rare thing to her uncle, which will alleviate the misfortune of both people at the same time. Although luck would help her less, she didn't think she would encounter any more attacks while staying in the hut.

"Why don't you give it to him face to face?"

Donna turned to look at Julius who was holding the candlestick, but before she spoke, the other person explained: "Give it to him in person, and he won't want it."

"Don't you know?" the girl said with some dissatisfaction.

"I'm just curious why you didn't follow him secretly. A week ago, you would have been following him now, and I can't stop you now."

Julius raised his injured arm slightly to signal. Donna glared at him, but had no way to retort.

She still feels that she can go into any battle without fear, because Bracola has trained her spirit so that she can face those scenes of blood and flesh flying head-on. But her reason told her that it was best not to do anything that would displease Uncle Clayton. Mother had never shown disappointment in her choices, and if she continued to go against Clayton's wishes, she had a feeling she would disappoint her uncle.

She is not afraid of punishment, but she is afraid of disappointing people, which is scarier than corpses and so-called ghosts.

Especially when she showed fear of the dark descendants' true nature, her uncle's face showed a faint look of disappointment.

He thought he was hiding it well, but Donna could see it.

Donna knows it all.

This is the first time she has seen that kind of look on the face of her relatives. She is not used to it and does not like it, and it is impossible to change it in the future. Just imagining that this look appears on the faces of her relatives again makes her excited. She felt uncomfortable in a different way than when she knew Barbara had developed an appetite for her—as if she had turned into a head of garlic.

However, during this turbulent time, she was unable to do anything to help herself, and this feeling also made her feel empty.

"So boring," she said softly.

Julius seemed to be able to fully understand this situation. He showed a kind smile, walked to Donna, put down the candlestick, and looked at the street outside the window with her.

"Clayton thinks it's his own business and doesn't want us to get involved, but it's not like we can't help at all."

Donna turned to look at him suspiciously.

"I just happen to know that there is one thing that he doesn't have time to deal with, and it would be perfect for us to do it."

"Why didn't I know there was such a thing?" the girl asked.

"Because it's not serious yet, it doesn't appear in your eyes, but a fire that can destroy a neighborhood is just a small flame at the beginning." Julius stretched out his good hand to close the window—— In order to make it easier to change his dressing, he wore less clothes: "The weather these days is very suitable for vampires to go out, but Ian Lazarus has been out for too long, don't you think?"

Donna nodded.

Ian went out at two o'clock in the afternoon and it was already dark but he still hadn't come back.

Considering that Ian is looking for his past companions, and he doesn't like the current situation, according to normal logic, there is a possibility of rebellion.

Julius made no secret of his distrust.

"He may have rebelled."

But Donna didn't think so.

"But didn't Aunt Barbara give him orders? Vampires cannot resist their creators, it is their nature and law."

Julius tilted his head: "Don't be stupid, if the law cannot be broken, why would there be a prison in this world?"

He turned his head back to the window, concentrating as if he could see through the boards.

"Bracola doesn't seem to have taught you much about reality. Vampires are indeed restricted by their creators with source blood, but can those extraordinary creatures with power really accept that there is a master who will control their will forever? No, they won't. Even the curse law that shackles the blood descendants has loopholes in itself."

The wizard pointed overhead, where Barbara was doing housework upstairs.

She could probably hear their exchange, but Julius didn't care.

"Barbara is special. She will be the first generation ancestor of her own clan. No one will teach her how to use her power, and no 'master' will force her to think about how to get rid of the other party, so she still looks like A normal person. The vampires who come out of the clan that continues to this day will give you a different feeling."

"Clans are like small palaces. The vampires living in a clustered society have figured out the nature of politics. They cannot resist openly, so they use conspiracies and tricks to frame and induce their creators, or other similar people, just to seize the source. Blood, and to enhance one’s status and power within the clan.”

"They are born nobles and lawyers. Even the iron-clad laws allow them to find room to operate. A mere curse cannot stop them."

Having said this, the wizard couldn't help but sneer: "Ian Lazarus may still be a newborn, but he is still a detective and must have studied the law. This experience is enough to help him find a way to bypass the curse. He is so He hasn't come back for a long time, maybe he has found a way to tell his old friends about our information. The doomsday seekers gave them the leatherworker's head, and now I don't know how they want to deal with us."

Donna didn't want to believe that Ian betrayed them, but she still remembered what Ian said to Barbara when he first appeared in front of her.

"Kill me." The detective said with his bloodless lips moving.

He was extremely reluctant to live among them.

Donna had to start paying attention to the possibility raised by Julius, but she still had a glimmer of hope in Ian Lazarus.

"Maybe there are other possibilities. Better possibilities. For example, he just wants to stay with his friends for a while."

"Or maybe he didn't rebel, but was directly killed by those old friends who were greedy for profit. They were dragging his body to find the ugly guy to collect the reward." Julius added. "But in short, no matter what, we have to go and check the situation first, don't we?"

Donna didn't think Julius was so kind, but what he said next was something she couldn't refuse.

"I have asked Barbara to help. She is also worried that Ian will get into trouble, but your uncle asked her to watch you. If you don't go, she will have to stay here. I know this is a bit dangerous, but It doesn't require you to be in the front row. Barbara and I will take care of everything, even if the worst happens. I have a dozen broken bones, but my brain is still good, and I can still do witchcraft. It is not difficult for two extraordinary beings to deal with three people in a small house. If you are afraid of danger, you can wait outside the house in advance. As long as you don’t leave too far and find a place to hide, Old Perot will accompany you. He Bring a gun with you, too.”

"What about Miss Etta?" Donna asked.

"It's enough for Selani and the guard at the door to take care of her. No one will bother her anymore."

Unknowingly, things seemed to have been arranged by the wizard.

Donna no longer hesitated. Contributing to her uncle's team was exactly what she wanted. She pulled up her hood and said, "Then shall we set off now?"

Julius laughed heartily.

"Of course, now."