Werewolf hunting rules

When Clayton woke up, the moon was still high above the branches.

It was still night at the moment, and not much time had passed. His body had not yet returned to human form, only his sanity had recovered.

What happened just now was engraved in his mind, very clear, but the reality was as erratic as the fallen leaves in the wind. It wasn't until he stretched out his sharp index finger to brush the clenched fangs and scraped off the fluffy flesh from them that those memories were truly realized.

Clayton lowered his head. Francis's broken head was looking at him on the ground, while his torso with its internal organs eviscerated lay not far away.

The feeling of fullness also reminded him of what he had done.

He held his forehead, not feeling like vomiting. Reason should have made him resent this situation, but the memory of his ancestors passed on to him by the binding ceremony also made him resistant to such taboos as a human being.

He's a werewolf now.

The scene of Saga feasting on flesh and blood after defeating a powerful enemy unfolded in Clayton's mind, and he gradually calmed down.

The werewolf finally glanced at the bloody torso on the ground with mixed emotions, ignored it, and ran towards the town on all fours.

What just happened to Francis and him was so weird that he needed the help of a wizard, because it was probably caused by a new conspiracy of the doomsday seeker sect, and the operation of the power behind it must be understood in time.

As for his personal feelings, they are the least important.

The streets of Gevo were very bright, and people once again lit bonfires in front of the square in the center of the town.

The smell of burning wood and blood surrounds the place.

The hunters completely defeated the Salvation Army. They collected the enemy's corpses. The six corpses were hung on wooden poles and dangled, accepting the onlookers of the locals, while the prisoners were led up and down the street.

The boasts about the hunters and the abuse of the Salvation Army were endless.

Some family members of the dead hunters in the crowd tried to throw stones at the corpse's face, but were stopped by the hunters carrying guns.

What's stopping them is slowly approaching.

Two men carried a heavy machine covered with black cloth to the square. Surrounded by a group of people, they lifted the black cloth to reveal an old-fashioned camera underneath. The figure of Mayor Jeffrey walked up to them, commanded them with gestures to position the camera correctly, and then asked the person with the prisoner to walk in front of the camera.

A white flash illuminated the square.

The victor has the right to leave a memorial in his own way.

Do it as if everything is over.

The werewolf who had just returned was lying on the roof of a building. When he turned around unintentionally, this scene was imprinted in his pupils. The overwhelming flash of the camera made his place being taken care of. He suddenly felt like he had been discovered, but after the light disappeared, he I didn't see anyone acting abnormally, and the feeling just now seemed to be just an illusion.

Even if these people have begun to celebrate, he is sure that this matter is not completely over, because the people of the Doomsday Seeker sect will not just make such a simple plan.

He hooked the eaves with his claws, lowered his body, and pushed open a completely black window with his other claw and swung in.

This was the room Perrault lent him.

Putting on his spare clothes, Clayton went upstairs to find the others.

The corridor was dark, but the smell and the light coming from the crack of the door proved that everyone else was still here.

Clayton opened the door and found that everyone who could move except Ian Lazarus and Selanie had gathered in Perot and Barbara's room. The flame of the oil lamp on the bedside was trembling and barely illuminated. Half a room. The female vampire was lying on her bed, her eyes closed, her face pale, and everyone else was surrounding her.

For a moment, he thought that history had been tampered with, and that it was not Marietta who was attacked by the Salvation Army, but Barbara.

When she saw him, Donna immediately called him happily.

"Clayton!"

"Uncle Clayton!" Clara also shouted, and Donna's eyes widened next to her. But Clara was so taller than her at the moment that she didn't notice her at all.

When he saw them, Clayton suddenly felt uncomfortable. Fortunately, when they were about to surround them, Julius opened his arms to stop them first, and at the same time motioned for the others to retreat.

"You look a little different from before. Do you want to take a look in the mirror first?"

The wizard stared at Clayton suspiciously. He put his hands into his pockets, probably making some spell-casting gestures, which made Clayton even more uneasy.

He touched his face and found no proliferated organs or anything different from a human face. But others did observe something strange in more detail after hearing Julius's words, which could be seen from their surprised expressions.

The wizard pointed to his eyes: "The color of your eyes looks like another curse ritual."

Clayton touched his eyes again, but of course, the color couldn't be felt.

"Here." Donna found a mirror on the bedside table and squeezed past Julius to give it to him.

Clayton looked into the mirror,

The iris part of his eyeballs expanded again at some point, and the yellow-brown color expanded wildly. When he looked directly at himself in the mirror, the whites of his eyes were almost completely invisible, and the pupils were slightly larger than before.

He put down the mirror: "I suddenly lost control of my body before. I don't know if it was caused by this. Tell me about you, why are you all gathered here? What's wrong with Barbara?"

"What a coincidence, we also have a special situation here."

Clayton's words did not make Julius relax. He explained in a deep voice while looking at Barbara on the bed: "Ms. Barbara suddenly went crazy. She hugged her head and cried, and shouted that someone was there. She was giving orders in her head, even if we fed her blood, it didn't work. Old Perot said this was an old problem, but I know it's not impossible."

"But this happened before she met you." After being corrected, Perot decided to correct himself.

His wife was going crazy, but he seemed calmer than everyone else, and even tried to persuade others to calm down too.

"Listen, I know this looks scary, but it's not that bad. She's had this problem before, and just giving her a night's rest will make her back to normal. You'll know I'm right tomorrow."

Clayton remembered that Barbara seemed to have said such a thing before, but he thought of his experience with Francis and did not fully believe Perot's words.

"when?"

"The transition between dusk and night."

Julius announced a time, and then Clayton fell silent. After a while, he spoke and told exactly what he had experienced before.

Including what happened in between.

The stimulation of appetite may also be some kind of special condition, and he didn't want the wizards to misjudge the facts.

In war, any intelligence error may kill the combatants.

Of course, this kind of thing would be disgusted and feared by ordinary people, and he expected it. The wrinkles on Perot's forehead were as sharp as a knife, but he didn't say anything. Julius and Donna also had different expressions, but the wizard had "Finally" on his face, while the girl had a slight fear.

"Maybe this is some kind of witchcraft. It only works on dark descendants." Donna said. She quickly concealed her expression and slowly moved closer to Clayton, as if she wanted to prove something in this way.

But Clayton took a step back.

"No, the leader of the Salvation Army is also crazy, but he is a complete human being." He was in a very confused mood now. He just wanted to sort things out quickly and then find something to do for himself, such as killing people or something.

He wants to be as busy as possible because he feels calm when he works.

Perot's lips moved a few times, but he couldn't say anything. Then he turned to look at his wife and lifted the quilt up again.

"So have you checked out Ms. Barbara's problem?" Clayton asked.

If Barbara had the same kind of problems he and Frances had, then solving one person's problem would solve them all.

Julius spread his hands: "I can't see anything, and the same goes for Creticia. Her situation only made me think of one possibility, which is the reason why her elven ancestors became extinct."

There are no pure-blood elves or people called pure Semites in the world today. Everyone who has gone to grammar school knows this. It is said that this is because these naturally beautiful people have ambitions that do not match their strength. At war with too many countries at the same time, his country was completely wiped out.

During that time, the elves came out of the forest and continued to wage war. Almost half of the continent was swept in, and tens of millions of people died in those twenty years.

The name of that disaster was "The Wild Hunt."

"Rumors in the world may be true or false, but there is always a reason why rumors are born. At least in this matter, there is only a slight difference between the facts and the rumors."

Julius lit a cigarette for himself, took a few steps back and sat on the edge of the bed. Everyone was paying attention to him, wanting to know what caused Barbara to fall into a coma at this moment.

"The elves were indeed exterminated because they provoked too many enemies, but earlier, they had always been known as a peace-loving nation. It's just that after a certain point in time, they became different."

"I heard from a friend of the Druid sect that one of their elders who survived the 'Wild Hunting' had some speculation about this matter. Before the Wild Hunting, the elves seemed to have received some kind of information from unknown beings. Enlightenment, and that's an important reason for their change. But I personally feel that it should be more severe than revelation, and if they don't do it, there may be a punishment."

He blew out a smoke ring and said quietly: "Elves are children of nature. If the land has souls and can communicate, they might listen."

Donna has always suspected that the spirit of the land is blocking them, and this guess fits her idea perfectly.

The horrifying speculation made Clayton frown, and he disagreed with this view.

"So you think people with Semitic ancestry will have this symptom? I'm not sure whether Francesco or I have Semitic ancestry, but I remember that Athena Berlugo also has Semitic ancestry characteristics. Why doesn't she? This kind of problem?"

The wizard shook his head: "Even if you kill her, it doesn't mean you are wiser than her. The Spider Priest is indeed not very powerful, but she is proficient in ritual magic, and she may be able to divert some of the pain. And she is a priest."

Julius was silent for a moment, holding a cigarette and said: "When people are in pain and don't know the reason, they often seek help from faith. The Spider Priest is obviously a dark descendant and has lived for hundreds of years, but he still has faith in his heart. Heavenly Father, he has also joined the gradually declining Holy Grail Society. I think there may be more than just coincidence."

Sorry for the late update, I will update it later