Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton glared at the white "sandstorm" filling the sky and cursed fiercely.

This is really bad luck.

If the wizards' divination had not been interfered with, they would never have chosen to act at this time.

Fortunately, summoning the storm is definitely not Chud Osmar's ability. If Osmar had such ability, he could just kill them. Why play hide and seek?

"What should we do next?!" In the storm, Barbara's voice gradually became excited. Vampires are like a fish in water in this cold climate.

Clayton turned his head, and the yellow light from the wolf's eyes penetrated the wind and snow, and the traces it traced were like two lightning bolts.

"You go find Lewis, and then take him to find the documents we need. Once you find them, go back and join the others."

Since the weather was so bad, the doctor's family and the two people probably wouldn't come back to spend the night. He couldn't confirm that these people were together, but they would definitely hide in a place that could protect them from wind and rain.

Clayton still didn't want to give up this opportunity, but he was also worried that Osmar would look for Donna and the others.

The weather is perfect for killing people now. Even if they throw grenades inside the house, the explosion will be lost in the strong wind outside. Chud Osmar had the power of divination, and perhaps he was waiting for a moment like this to do the same.

The things under the swamp must also be destroyed. A complete magic circle can still be effective after the death of the host. Osmar may hinder their actions.

Clayton originally planned not to interfere with the House of Troubles, but Chud Osmar obviously did not have this intention.

He sent Louis to prison, tried to interfere with the wizards' divination, and asked Mayor Jeffrey to test them. Clayton would no longer believe him. The anger and fighting spirit made the power in the werewolf's body even more surging. In the past few days, he had accumulated a lot of energy in his body by devouring flesh and blood, which gave him confidence.

He made a decision, and Barbara didn't ask him where he was going. The next second after hearing the order, the vampire's slender body disappeared into the snow.

Clayton closed his eyes, and black wolf hair surged out on his face, resisting the invasion of snowflakes.

He silently thought about where to find those two people.

Everywhere in Revo flashed through his thoughts. When a new address appeared in his mind, his stomach suddenly felt a slight tug. This made him immediately determined to head towards that place. Go.

"I don't understand why you always do unnecessary things?"

Kuok doesn't like talking in front of strangers, even if those people are already controlled by him.

On the opposite side of the table, Chud Osmar crossed his legs on the table, and his eyes did not shrink even when he saw him. Pei Lun came from the side carrying a tray and respectfully placed the still-steaming food and wine bottles on the table one by one.

The hotel owner's eyes have turned pure black, which is the characteristic of a person whose mind is controlled.

The only person here who can control him is Kuo Ke.

The hall on the first floor was empty, only the three of them stayed here.

Upstairs, there are other similarly manipulated people doing what Osmar asked them to do. For this boring thing, they and the doctor and his wife had to come here, because here is what they need. thing.

The painters invited by the clergy to repair the church moved back to the hotel after the leatherworker's death. Their luggage contained the spellcasting materials Osmar needed - mercury and some special acid and vinegar solutions.

There was a chance the items would be lost in transit, and Osmar refused to take the chance.

"I'm asking you." Kuo Ke said impatiently.

As the plan progresses, Chud Osmar shows an increasingly arrogant attitude in front of his former students. This is his always suppressed nature, which also shows that he is not far from success, but Kuok still does not knew what he was going to do.

Quoke slammed the table, and the second reminder finally woke the man up.

Osmar took a breath and shouted in an aria:

"Of course it's because of love!"

If you don't look at his face, he does have the talent to be a dramatic actor or singer, but as long as he sees his face, no one will be in the mood to appreciate art.

"Love?" Kuok sneered. "Stop kidding me, I'm not one of those fools you can fool."

Who would kidnap a bad old man for love?

The goatee is undergoing the doctor's fourth round of torture upstairs - in order to make his state conform to the "shou", and also to collect pain and hatred.

These emotions are almost the universal currency of the sacrificial circle.

Chud Osmar shouted: "Of course! Of course! You can't understand the meaning of these things now, precisely because you have lost the ability to love. If it were you in the past, you would know that I am doing something." What a great thing.”

Osmar put his legs down on the table and took off his gloves for the first time. It was a pair of hands that were dissatisfied with strange scars.

Ten sharp nails cracked, revealing the pink tender flesh underneath, and vertical or horizontal scars penetrated every inch of skin. The blood scabs and fresh blood stains were entangled together, almost forming a new shell.

With these hands he opened the bottle and poured himself and Quok a drink.

"Respect the homeland!"

He drank it all in one gulp, but Kuok did not.

"I don't know what homeland I have, and you know this too." The real doomsday seeker stared coldly at his former mentor.

Being sold to the circus by his parents was his last memory of home. Even if he really remembered where his hometown was, he would not want to go back - unless he was going to destroy it.

"Then respect my homeland."

Osmar looked at him with a smile, playing with the wine glass in his hand.

The horrible and ugly pink face was already slightly red due to the effect of alcohol. Many parts of Osmar's face were covered with thin and short maroon hair, and the areas not covered by hair looked like mucous membranes. The skin is as smooth and easily congested.

Kuok reluctantly picked up the glass. Seeing him do this, Osmar became happy: "That's right. It's really a beautiful place and it deserves a toast from anyone."

But Kuok took a sip and put the glass down because he didn't like drinking.

"You never mentioned your hometown to me. I thought you were an orphan too."

His words made the smile disappear on Osmar's face for a moment, and then hung up again after a few seconds: "Quoke, the scope of 'homeland' is wider than 'hometown'. I was not born there, but my ancestors came from When I come there, I also need to respect that land.”

Kuok didn't touch any other food after putting down his wine glass. He was not in the mood to eat now.

"You said you came here for a pilgrimage. Huh, I should have connected these things earlier. Your Taunton accent. Ah - I see, the Dinon Restoration Congress sent you here? They asked you to follow me ,Yes or no?"

He suddenly became angry and slapped his hand on the table. The sound of the impact was like a brick hitting a wooden board.

There was a clear palm print on the table, as well as countless wood chips.

Quake thought he should be angry. Although he had long known that Osmar had sent him to the House of Troubles with a purpose, he never cared about this because he had the power and he could deal with this man. But if this matter was promoted by the First Agricultural Restoration Congress, the matter was beyond his control.

Unlike the Doomsday Seeker sect, the Dinon Restoration Congress is a political organization on the surface.

Quoke hated politics because he couldn't understand the rules on the card table, but the consequences of those rules were closely related to him.

And the intrigues and intrigues that spread through whispers had powers he couldn't understand.

Chud Osmar gently put the empty wine glass back on the table and looked at the student with sincere eyes.

"That organization has nothing to do with me, I can swear to you."

"Lie," said his fat student.

Osmar didn't care about this offense: "You will trust me and rely on me again. This change just takes a little time, and I will show you everything that is valuable. By then, you will know who is truly worth following. of great men.”

These words were so disgusting that Kuo Ke simply stood up and walked to the door and opened it.

The strong wind carrying snow particles blew in around his body, and the feeling of blowing on his face was like a cold blade sliding on his skin, causing Osmar to close his mouth on his behalf.

"Well, it seems you want to see results more."

Burnt Face wisely stopped talking, put on his gloves again, and started eating quickly.

Beside him, Pei Lun bent slightly and looked at him indifferently with pure black eyes. The cold wind could not make the hotel owner sway in any way.

Precious material - this is Kuo Ke's evaluation of Pei Lun after their first meeting.

In view of the inheritance method of the secret, it is difficult to find extraordinary people who have no background in using the secret. The appearance of Pei Lun is a surprise. Kuo Ke knew that he had practiced martial arts, but it was during the process of controlling him that he discovered that he was a A truly extraordinary person with secret knowledge.

He was even an ancient knight.

If it weren't for his own ability not being able to control him for a long time, Kuo Ke would almost consider using him to replace Chud Osmar.

He controlled five people at once, even if four of them were just ordinary people, this was already approaching his limit. But when things here are over, there is no need for the doctor, his wife, and the two painters to maintain restraints.

Thinking of this, Kuok looked at his old mentor.

Osmar quickly finished his dinner and got up to see what had happened to the prisoners upstairs.

Kuok walked out of the hotel door in boredom. No one would come here again in such weather. Since Perun was here to assist Osmar, there was no need for him to stay here any longer. He was too lazy to look at Osmar's picture. Face.

The fat figure crashed into the white curtain-like storm and walked forward unaffected.

Seven minutes later, a tall black figure walked out from the end of the street opposite him.

After seeing Kuok, the man took off a long ax from his back.