Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton was unhappy, but not very hungry.

The glorious hand had not been digested since it landed on his stomach. He felt that his stomach was heavy, but it offset part of the feeling of hunger. He began to consider whether he should spit it out when he returned and replace it with something indigestible such as a candle or a stone.

He wouldn't do that now, he needed a little luck to help him.

Clayton walked towards the residence of the new representative of the hunters, holding the Mosquito Slayer like a cane. He wanted to get something first before dealing with Chud Osmar.

He wants a Vanney rifle.

The power of ordinary flintlock guns was too weak. When he was eating the leatherworker, he checked the wounds on the monster's body. The lead bullet only penetrated its skin and stopped. The deepest bullet only penetrated Half an inch in, and his werewolf hide was no worse than a leatherworker's hide.

Due to the limitation of the amount of ammunition, these civilian shotguns cannot cause much damage. The average person can take more shots if he wears more clothes.

At least one of Chud Osmar and Kuok has mastered the secret of the heart. The secret of the heart can simulate the effects of other secrets, including the secret of the blade. The secret of the blade is the most common secret, including the enhancement of skin and flesh. Bone strength method.

The new representative of the hunter held a big banquet at home with his friends and brothers. They were all drunk, but they could still remember Clayton Bello when they saw him.

"Take it! You can take anything!" he shouted to Clayton, and the people next to him also echoed drunkenly.

The aroma of tobacco filled the air, and combined with the light green patterned wallpaper in the hall, Clayton had the illusion of being in a burning forest.

Then a man with a red face raised his wine glass and said, "To Mayor Jeffrey!"

"Respect Schmidt!" the man next to him also shouted.

"Respect me!"

"Also respect Louis!" The person who said this suddenly felt a little lack of confidence, and the voice behind him became quieter.

"Hello to Mr. Bello's whistle!"

"To those warriors who sacrificed their lives on the hillside!"

These people keep toasting and pouring alcohol into themselves and others in various ways. Although they are still believers, the events of the past two weeks have made them dizzy. They forget that it is still the month of Ramadan and believers should not drink alcohol. those rules.

But there is no priesthood to restrain them anymore.

Amid their congratulations, Clayton took only a rifle and some gunpowder pellets and left.

Leaving the hunters' banquet, he turned around and walked towards the house of the jeweler Lawrence.

The last time he went there, the host entertained him, but this time it would never happen again.

There is only Barbara here.

Clayton quickly walked into the house and closed the door. Barbara was waiting in the hall.

"Jen already took care of it, and I just picked this up." She showed him a note.

Clayton took the note, took a look at it, and his expression immediately froze. The content above was clearly a letter for help he asked Julius to write to the Presbyterian Church before he left.

"How did you get it?"

Barbara pointed to the door: "A chickadee carried it, and then a falcon chased it and killed it. The body is outside."

Clayton did see a dead bird before entering the door, but it was in a half-eaten state, and his face became increasingly ugly.

It is normal for carnivorous falcons to prey on other birds, but he simply does not believe that such a thing will happen at this time. Julius still has a glorious hand that can have a certain transfer effect, while Donna just uses Witchcraft just helps him deliver the letters.

The result of the messenger being killed by the falcon reminded Clayton of Marietta who was still lying in bed.

He said nothing and folded the letters and put them away.

"When the sun goes down, we will kill Chud Osmar and his servants."

Barbara was not surprised, she was only worried about one thing.

"Mr. Julius said that they are also extraordinary people. Maybe the battle will not end soon. What if we are fighting outside and are discovered by others?"

"Just wear Lawrence's wife's clothes, put some dust on your hair and face, and don't let anyone recognize you."

"What about you?"

Clayton said without hesitation: "If I am recognized, I will tell the locals that Jane is a witch and that I was controlled by her. As long as you can hide before your true identity is discovered, I will be fine."

When he said this, he suddenly felt as if an old thorn had pricked him, but it had no consequences.

Because this is undoubtedly the most effective way.

He helped the locals, Schmidt would speak for them, Louis would also speak for them, and Marietta, the postman known to people, was theirs from the beginning to the end, even if he was found guilty of murdering someone locally. , and he will not be executed immediately.

It's not that Creighton is a pessimistic person, but before taking action here, he must first consider failure. The werewolves could come and go as they pleased in Gévaux, but not Clayton, who had friends and family.

Barbara took his advice and went upstairs to change her clothes. Then she came down to the fireplace and smeared her face and hair with the ashes of the original owner of the clothes, ensuring that any passers-by who happened to pass by at night could only see Jane. .

They waited for a quarter of an hour, and at about half past four, the sun began to set.

The half-thawed snow on rooftops and streets due to the celebrations has re-frozen, causing pedestrians to fall down more frequently.

Because the weather was getting colder and colder, the two dark descendants noticed that few people were willing to go out tonight. Most people were unwilling to go out again after entering the house. This was their opportunity.

Clayton immediately opened the door and left, walking with Barbara toward the doctor's residence.

In the cold wind, he whispered to Barbara again: "Remember, try not to be discovered by those two people. If you can, let the doctor and his wife fall asleep. I know you have this ability. But if you feel If there is a chance that the interference with the doctor and his wife will be noticed, then give up the action. If you hear gunshots outside and the smell of blood comes from the room, then go in and kill the bleeding creature. I will be there later. .”

"What if Chud Osmar isn't here?" Barbara asked.

It is not impossible that Osmar would sometimes leave the house for a walk, but they could not find him.

"Then take action against the fat man first. You go into an unoccupied room and make gestures to the window. I will see him."

After Clayton finished speaking, he waved her away. He did not explain to her the reason why he stayed here, because Barbara would carry out the order without knowing the reason for their separation.

She is really obedient.

Watching the vampire float towards the back door of the private clinic, Clayton first threw the rifle onto the roof, then took two steps, stepped on the wall and reached out to hook the roof, used his waist to lift his body up to the roof, and then loaded the rifle. The bullet was aimed at the second-floor window of the clinic.

When they lived in the same hotel with Chud Osmar before, he had already mastered some of his habits.

Osmar probably liked the feeling of overlooking others from a high position, so he would watch the passers-by downstairs from the window every night. The time lasted from after dinner to before going to bed. He had seen the other party do this several times, and he would never be wrong. This is the best time to assassinate.

Even if he was a mage, or some other dark descendant, or a supernatural being, bullets would at least make him weak.

And even if Osmar went out to play his conspiracy, Quoke would probably be in the room.

Then it was time for Barbara, who was lurking inside the house, to take action.

The vampire is a "cursed one". The power of her body can already cover her own aura, and this ability may help her hide before divination in the future, so that her figure cannot even be reflected in the mirror.

Clayton believed that this joint effort could kill at least one person.

He lay on the roof, stretched out his hands and gathered some snow to surround himself. Only the barrel of the rifle and a shooting hole penetrated the snowdrift.

Locals start eating at about 5:30, and they wait up to two hours.

Lying in the snowdrift, Clayton's heart seemed to become cold, and its beating speed began to slow down, making his eyes and hands more stable.

But he didn't wait long when he suddenly saw a window on the second floor of the clinic being pushed open, and Barbara waved towards his position.

Clayton didn't understand what she meant.

There are four rooms on this floor. What does she mean by waving her hand?

He suspected that Barbara had failed to understand the use of the gesture, and Barbara changed her approach - she pointed around again and started shaking her head again.

No one in the house?

Clayton stood up, grabbed his rifle, jumped off the roof, and ran quickly toward the clinic.

He opened the door, and there was no light in the clinic. He ran through every room, but there was no one there. Not to mention Chud Osmar and Kuok, not even the doctor, his wife, and Schmidt are here.

The werewolf's nose couldn't track them, and Clayton judged from the lingering smell that they left here about an hour ago.

This situation is obviously abnormal. Schmidt has been tortured by the Salvation Army and is still recovering in the clinic, because the equipment and medicines here are the most complete. If the doctor wants to treat him, it is impossible to take him elsewhere.

There is no doubt that this is Chud Osmar again.

"Can you feel the smell of blood on Schmidt?" Clayton asked Barbara.

The female vampire nodded and rushed out with him.

But at this moment, the wind direction began to change, and the wind suddenly became violent.

The sky began to snow again, and the snow on the ground and roofs was torn apart by the howling wind, and rolled up and smashed into pieces. Countless ice particles were wrapped and rolled by the wind vortex, forming a white hazy wall in front of the street, with a lot of sharp edges. A huge wall of noise came crashing down on them.

Werewolves and vampires couldn't dodge at all, and were crushed by this "wall".

For a moment, Clayton felt as if countless small hands were squeezing his eyeballs and ear holes, trying to get into his body.

But fortunately, no one took the opportunity to attack them. This storm should not be caused by the ability of extraordinary people. It was just a manifestation of the harsh weather. Although the storm never stopped once it started, he quickly overcame this discomfort and survived the storm. Open your eyes. Everything around him became hazy in the white storm, and he couldn't even see the vampires close at hand.

"Barbara, keep tracking!" he shouted, raising his voice.

Then he heard Barbara yelling in panic, her voice severely distorted by the wind:

"Sorry, sir, I can't feel the smell of blood anymore!"