Werewolf hunting rules

Kit was still fiddling with his door chain. There were many chains and it would take some work to tie them all.

But this has the advantage that when someone knocks on the door later, he can also delay for a long time by unchaining the door.

Quiet footsteps approached from behind, and Kit didn't look back. The two guests had only entered the room for less than half a minute, and he didn't think they could notice anything.

That woman was quite strong, but if she was put to the head with a musket and shot, or had a knife stuck in her neck, he didn't believe she could survive. And the green-haired boy who was severely beaten by them last time was nothing to worry about. They had already dealt with him once and knew that he was a waste. Now he was still an injured person. It would not be troublesome to deal with him again.

Kit didn't think acting was troublesome. If he could quietly get rid of these two people just by acting for a while, then it would definitely be a good deal.

"Hello." He heard the green hair say in a frivolous voice behind him.

Kit was still concentrating on the door chain and subconsciously replied "Hello to you", but he soon realized that something was wrong - what kind of greeting was this? baffling.

The door chain was finally locked now. He was about to turn around when a violent impact occurred between his back and the other party, causing the door to make a dull sound.

Simultaneously with the impact, something cold pierced his clothes and flesh from his back. Kit felt that the coldness was unusual. It spread all over his body along the blood vessels around his heart in an instant.

The moment the coldness spread throughout his body, he died.

Without any shouting, he just pulled out the dagger pierced through his chest, and 'Farmer' Kit's body slowly fell against the door, leaving a bloodstain on the door.

Julius knelt down and wiped his horn dagger with the deceased's coat to clean up the blood, and then the laughter in his heart began to overlap with the laughter of reality.

He stood up cheerfully and walked back down the porch, waiting for Barbara to bring him the good news.

Barbara could definitely kill those two men easily, but if it were to take a prisoner, something might go wrong. But with her ability, such a mistake might just make the other party scream.

ah--

Sure enough, there was screaming.

Julius took two more steps, suddenly realized something, and ran forward at full speed.

That scream came from Barbara!

He soon saw that at the door of the kitchen, the female vampire was grabbing her beautiful blond hair and howling in pain. From time to time, her fingers turned into sharp shapes and inserted into her scalp, pulling off strands of her blood-stained blond hair. And the body, together with the corpse in front of him, twisted and turned like a snake falling into the fire. It hit the cabinet next to it, knocking over the white porcelain plates that were stacked high, and shattered them into broken porcelain pieces all over the floor.

But fortunately the blood was not hers.

She. Julius is hard to describe, but Barbara's right hand passed through Ace's chest, bent back from his back and grabbed her hair.

An entire adult man's body was strung on her hand, like a kite with a broken string pierced by a branch swaying in the strong wind.

The Hook detective was not dead yet, but blood was bleeding from his mouth and nose, his eyes were coated with a film of blood, his throat was making a growling sound, and he was grabbing the vampire's right hand with both hands and trying to pull it out of the wound.

But gravity and the angle of his arms made him slide towards Barbara, and the two of them almost hugged each other.

It was simply a hellish situation. Even though he had an indelible hatred for these people, Julius couldn't help but feel shocked.

"What's wrong with you? How did you end up like this?"

Clayton contributed a few more corpses, and the vampires should not be short of food now.

He was asking Barbara, but Barbara didn't tell him what happened. She just screamed and bumped against the wall as if she was possessed. She seemed to be in more pain than the person on her hand. And nothing less.

Ace seemed to have lost too much blood and mistook the wizard for someone else. He looked at Julius, his blood-stained face full of pleading.

"help me."

Julius gave him an indifferent look and did not respond.

Barbara didn't respond, so the wizard ignored her. He had never seen this kind of problem before, and he couldn't cure it.

He now needs to know where the remaining detective Robin Hood is.

He opened the field of spiritual power again, surrounded the entire first floor of the house, and went upstairs to sense it again. He could not find the figure of the other party. I am afraid that he climbed out of the window at the first moment when what happened here, and they just missed seeing each other. opportunity to the other party.

Now he could only pray that Creticia and Pero could catch the escaping guy as quietly as possible.

There was a knock on the first floor.

Julius walked over slowly. He didn't open the door, but stuck behind the door and asked in a pinched voice:

"Who's at the door?"

"I've brought the guests back for you." It was Cleticia's voice. "Hurry up and open the door. We can't keep standing outside like this. Someone will see us."

"I was just thinking of you." Julius breathed a sigh of relief, quickly moved Kit's body away, and then unchained the door and opened the door. Créticia was standing at the door, her red cloak exceptionally bright, and her armpits He was holding a bundle of black wolf skins that he had brought earlier.

The girl walked in first, and behind her, Detective Robin Hood also walked in with Perrault holding a shotgun against Hook.

None of their expressions changed when they saw the corpse, except Robin Hood, the idler, who looked desperate.

The wizard noticed that there were four bloody holes in Robin Hood's trousers and he was limping when he walked. Claudia's slightly complacent look showed that she had the greatest credit for this matter, and he couldn't help but encourage him. The ground opened his mouth:

"Well done, you got this done."

Donna raised her chin proudly: "Of course, we have agreed."

Two figures walked through the snowy forest one after another.

In the front is Francis, the temporary leader of the Salvation Army in Gevaud, and behind is the respectable curio dealer Clayton Bello.

To be honest, Creighton Bello didn't expect that this chase would be so long. A prey that should have been easily captured ran so far beyond its limits. This had nothing to do with the gap in ability. It was entirely due to some damn road conditions that made The werewolf's pace dragged.

He was obviously running along Francis' route, but all the pits that his predecessors had not stepped on were left for him.

Creighton thought about weird luck, but the situation could also be explained by weight differences.

But no matter what, this time Francis has fallen into his hands.

The Salvation Army in black is no longer able to run. Even for his own life, his physical strength has been completely exhausted and he has no potential to sprint again.

The sky has become so dark that humans cannot tell the direction clearly.

Francis panted and slowed down, turned around and looked at the hunter who came to hunt him. The pair of glowing yellow eyes were really eye-catching in the darkness.

Creighton did not take action, but gave him a chance to rest. Francis held his knees and rested for a few seconds, then shouted in an extremely dry voice: "I have nothing you want here, we just want to live!"

He had been separated from the rest of the Salvation Army for a while. As long as he still had sense, he knew that those companions who had lost their command advantage should have completely failed.

But they failed, and he hasn't.

If Clayton Bello is willing to let him go, he still has a chance to leave here.

Clayton approached the rebel. He was shirtless, a large amount of white steam peeling upwards from his skin, but he was still very energetic.

"Maybe, but you will definitely be useful to the people of the Doomsday Seeker sect. I want to know what role you played in them when they used the thing in the swamp. Tell me, what did Chud Osmar say to you? ?”

Francis laughed miserably upon hearing the name.

"You think we are important to him, don't you? That will disappoint you, those two bitches." He spoke too hastily, coughing and retching at the same time.

Clayton wanted to wait until Francis finished coughing before speaking, but Francis's coughing became more and more intense, and he began to cover his mouth.

These coughs never stopped once they appeared. They were continuous, from dull to sharp, and blood seeped out from between the fingers of Francis' hand covering his mouth.

Clayton's expression changed, and he took a step forward to catch him to see the situation, but when he got closer, his coughing stopped suddenly. Francis put down his hands, but there was extreme fear on his face, as if he was already familiar with the experience after that, holding his hands He stopped his head and his body fell to the ground and spasmed reflexively.

Screaming, but silently.

Clayton watched helplessly as he held his head and twitched in the snow, his mouth opened to the limit of a human being, and his skin was red and bloodshot, as if he was about to howl with all his strength, but the range of his movements was completely different. Unfortunately, no sound came out of his throat.

The painful changes continued. Francis's feet and head supported the ground, but his back arched hard and no longer touched the ground, as if forming a bridge formed by the human body.

Clayton tried to stop this change. He stretched out his hand, but was shocked to find that his fingers had lengthened.

But he didn't control himself to change into werewolf form, and today wasn't the full moon either!

The unknown changes also existed in his body, but they were not as painful, but they were still firm.

It was as if countless centipedes were moving their joints on the body. Slight stings and itches were running on Clayton's skin. This feeling reminded Clayton of his first transformation, but he thought he He had already taken control of his body.

He felt that his brow bones were rising, his upper and lower jaws were elongating, and his hair was growing.

He tried to push the movable facial features back to their original positions with his hands, but to no avail.

The shoes were torn apart by the swollen feet and sharp toes. The well-developed leg muscles completely tested the elasticity of the pants fabric. The belt tried its best to maintain the expansion of the waistline until the last moment before breaking.

Clayton's body was involuntarily changing into a werewolf form.

And animal nature gradually overwhelms reason.

After a while, the tall werewolf stopped changing. It put down its claws and looked at the writhing piece of meat on the ground with indifferent eyes.