Werewolf hunting rules

It was a surprise for Clayton to see Kuok's figure that no one could imitate appear in the wind and snow. He just gave it a try, but he didn't expect that the Hand of Glory really brought such clear good luck.

Without hesitation, he untied the Mosquito Slayer and thrust it into the ground, then placed the long rifle between the two ax blades and pointed it at the fat body.

The paper bag containing the gunpowder was torn open and poured into the small hole of the powder bin. Then the side bar driven by the pull bolt was pushed backwards, and then the bullets were loaded. Clayton then turned the bolt machine that controlled the bar. Break it back and push the bullet back. Be sure to expand the bottom of the bullet to match the rifling.

A flash cap is no more expensive than a match rope. It is actually the new gunpowder and bullets that truly provide advantages in power and accuracy.

After completing the reloading without any distractions, Clayton looked at the vague enemy, and the two thoughts of "kill him" and "what to eat later" came to his mind at the same time.

Peng!

The smoke from the muzzle was smaller than that of ordinary muskets, and was blown away by the strong wind the moment it appeared.

It was almost impossible to aim at such a large target. Clayton was sure he hit the target, but he didn't see any shake in Quake's blurry figure. Not only that, this doomsday seeker from the House of Troubles charged towards him.

Creighton's shot already explained what they should do between them.

The current direction of the wind was following Kuok's movement trajectory. Kuok's broad back was like a sail. With the help of natural thrust, he rushed towards Clayton at an exaggerated high speed.

Clayton was having the same idea. He dropped his rifle, pulled out the ax from the ground and dragged it backwards towards the opponent. His half-werewolf body expanded to the limit in his clothes, and the ax blade drew a straight line in the snow behind him. of ravines.

Two strong bodies ran towards each other like locomotives colliding on the tracks.

When the collision was approaching, the werewolf's waist suddenly twisted, and the long-handled double-edged ax drew an arc like a golf club and hit Kuok's crotch. This understated swipe didn't even make a sound, but Clayton knew how heavy it was, not to mention that the Mosquito Slayer also had the ability to suck blood to increase its weight, so the power of the bloody slashes would only become more and more powerful.

He seemed to have smelled blood.

However, the next moment, Kuo Ke opened his mouth and let out a scream. His mind became dizzy and some of the strength in his hands dissipated.

The silver ax blade engraved with gilt patterns seemed to have struck a rubber tree and rebounded violently.

Clayton was also punched hard in the chest, and several ribs may have been broken. He took five steps back before stopping, staring firmly between Kuo Ke's legs. What was exposed in the gap in the cut black pants was not a normal organ, but a layer of pale skin with spiderweb-like bloodshot threads. A blood line also appeared on the surface of this layer of skin, but it was still slowing down. Squirming slowly.

When Clayton realized what it was, he became furious.

"You use the leatherworker's leather that contains evil power to make protective gear?! This is a fucking human being!"

"What's surprising? Didn't you also eat a lot of leatherworkers' meat? Do you still want to accuse me?" Kuok's high-pitched voice sounded in the white world, and he also stepped back. He only took one step back. , but his face twitched slightly, obviously not really uninjured.

"But you have a way to induce living people to become leatherworkers!" the werewolf roared.

Occasionally eating defeated enemies is completely different from deliberately inducing intelligent creatures to degenerate into evil creatures in batches.

Judging from the past misdeeds of the doomsday seekers, he believed that there must be a damn leatherworker farm in the world that provides skins for this group of people. The secret ability of the heart can transform mortals into leatherworkers, and the doomsday seekers almost They all study the secret teachings of the heart, and if there are benefits, there is no reason for this group of people not to do so.

Kuo Ke raised his right hand and moved it towards his forehead, nose and lips with a solemn expression.

This seems to be a religious ritual.

"The end is coming. Everyone must do something. Evil creatures also need to atone for their sins. They failed to resist corruption. This is the most fundamental sin of "indulgence and lust"."

He looked at Clayton: "Because of Chud Osmar, there are some misunderstandings among us. Maybe we should stop and reduce unnecessary damage."

Clayton wiped his face with his hairy hands and said coldly: "Of course, you can take off Chud Osmar's head and give it to me, and peace will naturally appear."

Everyone knows this is impossible.

This was just Kuok's delaying tactic.

If his ax hadn't hurt Kuok, the man wouldn't have even bothered to tell a lie.

Quok took a sharp breath, and his fat body swelled again. The buttons of his coat flew off one by one, and his height increased to the same level as Clayton.

He bent down, opened his hands like a wrestler, pinched them hard, and then straightened up again. The flesh covering the joints on the top of his fists moved away, revealing eight bright silver protruding cones, which looked like tiger knuckles. Just as sinister.

There is no doubt that this is the Secret of the Heart simulating the effect of the Secret of the Blade, and maybe the effect of the Secret of the Blood.

Clayton snorted, and he suddenly jumped out of his clothes and turned into a werewolf.

The black, majestic and hairy monster body stood upright. He had already rested for a while after the binding ceremony. As he became more familiar with the werewolf body and absorbed flesh and blood, he was now close to the same size. The three-meter, six-foot-long Mosquito Slayer can be wielded as a one-handed weapon.

That's what he's doing!

Clayton held the handle of the ax with his right hand and raised it sideways. He grabbed the outer blade of the ax with his left hand and then slashed hard. Blood flowed out from the wound in his palm and seeped into this strange object that was always unsatisfied. Its weight began to increase rapidly. Increase.

Fifteen pounds, twenty pounds, twenty-five pounds. Forty pounds.

Its weight didn't stop until it reached forty pounds.

Clayton waved his right hand with satisfaction, and the Mosquito Slayer made a terrible sound of breaking wind in the air.

If the enemy does not bleed, then he will bleed himself. This is only natural.

"Let me see what you can do." He said in a thick voice, his long mouth barely opening and closing to make the sound.

As his thoughts changed, thorn-like thorns protruded from the ebony ax handle and wrapped around his arm, pumping energetically.

It turned out to be a werewolf. Kuo Ke suddenly realized.

"Werewolf skin isn't bad either."

The werewolf jumped up high with an ax in both hands, breaking through the falling snowflakes and slamming them towards him.

"Shut up, you sissy!" He had had enough of that sound.

The ax penetrated Kuok's figure and hit the street ground hard, leaving a terrifying groove.

The werewolf didn't feel the feeling of chopping a real object. It was just an illusion, but its existence was different from the circus magician's magic of disembodiment. Even if Clayton closed his eyes, he would still feel that Quake was hitting him with the axe. That location.

Of course, this is just an illusion.

Kuok once again used Heart Mystery to simulate Shadow Mystery's abilities, and he was no longer in his original position.

So where is Kuok?

Clayton did not consider such a complicated issue. He opened his wolf kiss and let out a deafening roar from his fang-filled mouth.

The falling tracks of snowflakes and wind were shaken by this terrifying sound wave. Kuo Ke stumbled out of the hiding place and regained his ability to be recognized.

This wolf howl penetrated the night sky and startled many people in the town.

The guard dogs kept barking, and some people on both sides of the street cursed loudly and pushed open the windows. But the next moment, the cruelty of nature made them close the windows again, and a large number of misty white falling objects also blurred the two confronting people. presence.

The weather is so bad tonight that few people are willing to go out and deal with wolves.

Being able to go to the back of the house and look at the animal pen is considered diligent, but it is absolutely impossible to go out on the street to find the wolf.

Only a few people realize what this wolf howl means.

Donna pushed open the window and stuck her head out to look, but it was pitch dark outside and she couldn't see anything. Doing so only made her face turn red from the cold.

She turned her head and saw Julius' head poking at the next window, and greeted him.

The two wizards simultaneously withdrew their cold heads and walked out of the room, meeting in the corridor on the second floor.

The house is filled with the smell of incense, which sharpens the wizard's senses, and various talismans are scattered in the corners of each floor to prevent invisible or invisible beings from intruding into the house.

But this did not bring them a sense of security.

Because the people who protect them are an old man who can't run fast, and Clara. Selanne and Marietta were of no use now.

There was not only the breathing of wizards in the corridor, but also the sound of Clara's spider legs carving on the wall. Her armor has been removed from her body, and now she is helping the wizards carve runes on doors and walls.

It is a restricted type of magic circle, which will allow marked people to pass through and restrict those who are not marked.

Uninvited guests can walk around the house, but if they try to run, they will find their legs seem to be glued to the floor.

Of course, all limitations are limited.

They killed two sheep as sacrifices, which allowed the circle to remain in effect for an hour.

Donna glanced at Clara uneasily and said to Julius: "You heard it too, right? It can only be Clayton."

The corridor was very cold, and the wizard crossed his arms and shook: "He is taking Barbara with him, so we don't need to worry about him."

"Hmph." Donna sneered at his forced confidence.

"No matter what, I think he will win, and you as his family should also have this confidence." Julius has his own opinion, and the reason is very simple: "If he and Barbara don't win, then we will It’s really over, the help from the Presbyterian Church won’t be able to arrive in one night.”

If he had been able to give the orders, he would have let Clayton stay and await help from the Elders.

But werewolves are too impulsive.

It's not that wizards don't have the means to kill people, but they all require long-term preparation.

And Julius has felt the threat from Chud Osmar, and he does not have enough confidence in "the need to deal with the other party."

Donna wanted to do something, but was powerless.

They could hear the cold wind howling outside the window from across the room. Those ordinary birds simply couldn't fly through such a storm.

Louis will help them, but not now.

"I wish I were a werewolf too." Donna felt annoyed. The bandages on her hands kept reminding her that she couldn't participate in the battle now, and her condition was not even as good as that of an ordinary person.

"Yeah, if I had known earlier, I would have advised Clayton not to come here."

The sentences Julius spoke were fine, but the exaggerated tone was very problematic.

"You think I'm a dreamer?!" The girl glared at him.

"I didn't say that." Julius turned his head to look at Clara, and his voice was a little more serious: "I mean, you might as well go to sleep for a while and recuperate your spirit. That way, if something happens in the middle of the night, If the enemy is coming, our chances of escaping are higher.”

"I won't run away!" Donna said through gritted teeth.

There was a knock on the door downstairs, and they all froze.

Donna turned around and walked quickly to the end of the corridor, looked out the window, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's Ian Lazarus back."

Julius rushed to the window and squeezed her away. After looking out the window, his face turned livid.

"He's actually back! You're right!"

Donna was stunned for a moment and suddenly felt cold all over.