Werewolf hunting rules

"What was the last instruction Barbara gave you?" Julius asked, sticking to the door.

The voice outside answered amidst the distant barking of dogs: "She asked me to go back to Sasha City. If I can cross the border, then don't go back. I can only come back if I encounter an accident."

The answer is correct and the door opens.

Ian Lazarus walked in, looking even more haggard than when Donna first saw him.

The scarf that covered his face was gone, and his blond hair and blue eyes had lost their warmth, as if they were covered with a layer of gray. There were also several holes in the clothes, which seemed to be the result of being shot with a gun.

Julius closed the door, but Ian had no intention of taking off his hat. He walked a few steps inside before stopping, turning around and asking.

"she is not here?"

"She" is Barbara.

Julius tried not to sound contemptuous: "Yes, she's out."

"Where did she go?"

"Going to do something for Clayton." Donna and Perot came up from behind him: "You might as well tell us what you encountered first."

Ian turned around. He was not familiar with the girl in front of him. He only knew that Donna was the daughter of Clayton Bello, and Clayton Bello seemed to have a higher status than Barbara.

But now that Clayton Bello was gone, she seemed to have the highest status.

"There is an army of knights stationed outside Sasha City, and their people are patrolling nearby. I dare not approach them, and I cannot get around them."

"What's wrong with the Knights? They don't care if vampires come to the city." Julius walked past him.

Ian's dead eyes wandered to him: "Yes, they don't care, but the two sects next to them may. Two different branches of the White Church are facing each other on the edge of the city. That army It’s here to mediate.”

"Okay." The wizard continued to walk into the house as if nothing had happened, and soon disappeared.

Donna wanted to praise Ian's behavior: "Anyway, it's good to see you back."

It's always good to have an extra helper.

However, Ian didn't show any sign of happiness, and he obviously didn't want to come back, which made Donna a little embarrassed.

At this time, a wolf howled again, which caused the expressions of the people in the room to change again.

The werewolf and the doomsday seeker continued to fight for ten minutes. The place where they fought was constantly moving, leaving only traces of the battle at the original location, but these traces were quickly buried by the heavy snow.

Creighton's strength and speed are superior to Quok's, but the various side paths mastered by the Doomsday Seekers always help him escape.

Psychological invisibility, mental shock, night vision, bone metalization, pain tolerance.

These are the abilities he has already demonstrated, and although the powers simulated by the Secret of the Heart are not as effective as the original version, they make him a very well-rounded warrior, plus he has the Leatherworker's Miracle Armor. As a defense, it can even occasionally counterattack under the crazy attacks of werewolves.

The metal fist made dents on the werewolf's body, and there was a sound of broken bones, but it only took Clayton half a minute to recover from such an injury.

The flesh, blood, and essence he had accumulated while eating these days had been fully utilized.

Even as his mood became more and more disturbed by anger, Clayton noticed that Quake was fighting back less and less often.

Even if they are equally unafraid of pain, it is impossible for humans to be as capable of self-healing as those of werewolves.

What's more, under the moonlight, Clayton's resistance to these mental attacks is getting higher and higher, and his time to hesitate is getting shorter and shorter.

Victory was already on Creighton's side.

The Mosquito Slayer was swung as flexibly as half a sword in the hands of the werewolf, while Kuo Ke also dodged the attack at a speed that was not suitable for his size, but his speed was much slower than at the beginning.

As soon as he turned his head, the wall behind him was ruthlessly cut diagonally by the ax thrown by Clayton.

The red bricks fired with the old formula have almost no defensive effect against weapons weighing forty pounds. It is not much more difficult for Clayton to destroy a building made of such backward bricks than it is to cut breakfast bread.

But the ax cut into the wall and the speed eventually slowed down.

Kuok spat blood-stained saliva, raised his hand to grab the ax handle, and began to wrestle with Clayton with his own strength, which was also far superior to mortals.

But Clayton didn't compete with him at all.

Rather than competing in strength, he had a simpler solution - the werewolf roared, and the muscles from his chest to his abdomen were almost denatured due to excessive exertion. He held the ax handle with both hands and raised it upwards, holding the mosquito slayer together. Kuok, who was holding it, lifted it up together, and then smashed it down hard.

After a muffled sound that was almost a whimper, Kuok's back hit the ground, and the pain made him let go of the weapon that did not belong to him.

He had realized what a mistake he had made.

The strength has reached their level, and the combat experience gained by suppressing mortals cannot be compared with similar battles.

And Creighton goes deeper than he does.

Clayton quickly realized a new problem after the binding ceremony - whether it was himself or Kuok, their extraordinary strength made it difficult to win or lose during a wrestling match, but both were enough to lift the other party up and destroy the center of gravity. Their strength is insignificant at this moment, what really determines their advantage is their weight.

And a werewolf is much heavier than a quok.

Six hundred pounds? Seven hundred pounds?

He didn't know his exact weight, but Kuok only weighed less than four hundred pounds. It was much easier for him to lift Kuok than it was for Kuok to lift himself.

This is the advantage.

Kuok was already pinned to the ground by the axe. Clayton stepped on his thigh and raised the ax again to chop off his head. However, his spirit was shocked again. For a moment, Kuok in front of him seemed to change from an enemy to an enemy. Becoming friends made him hesitant.

When he regained consciousness, Quok had rolled out from under the ax blade.

Clayton slashed downwards again without hesitation, but his spirit was shocked again.

Kuok took the opportunity to get up and rush towards him.

Clayton was knocked to the ground by the bloated body. The black fur dragged and bled on the rough snow. This provided some lubrication for the next movement. The werewolf's body slid on the ground. The two warriors hit another wall together, and the Mosquito Slayer fell to the side.

Two muffled sounds sounded almost at the same time. The frozen snow on the wall turned into large chunks and fell, hitting Kuo Ke's head. Then the dregs broke into small pieces and rolled down, hitting the werewolf's face.

Kuo Keqiang supported the impact on his head and continued to hit the werewolf's head with his right fist.

"Grass!"

Clayton narrowed his eyes and roared wildly. He endured the pain and caught Kuok's left fist with his right paw, then caught Kuok's right fist with his left paw, and then pulled down hard with both hands. Kuok's upper body almost fell down. came down, and the werewolf opened his mouth in time.

The fangs scraped off half of Kuok's face with almost no obstruction, and his gums and two rows of teeth were exposed from the hole in his cheek, but the secret function of the blade made him not afraid of the pain.

In retaliation, he snapped his head downwards, and Creighton met him with the same attack without hesitation.

"Woo——"

Sounds that were almost impossible to make from Clayton came out of his mouth.

The werewolf forgot one thing. His mouth and nose no longer grew in their original positions, and his ancestors never attacked in this way. Naturally, there is no combat experience passed down. He misjudged the distance, and it was not his forehead that collided with Kuok's head, but his fragile nose.

Blood flowed from the nose and flowed into the mouth following gravity.

Clayton was completely driven crazy by the pain and the smell of his own blood. There was a roar in his throat, and then he opened his arms, and the burst of power completely defeated Kuok. His body was relatively narrow compared to the werewolf. He was stretched straight, and then the werewolf bit off the opponent's right arm with a tilt of his head.

The soft meat quickly passed through the esophagus, bringing a sense of satisfaction and beginning to restore Clayton's energy.

He grabbed Kuok with both hands and slammed him to the ground.

But the next moment, the severe pain in his abdomen made him withdraw his hand. This time the pain was more intense than his nose. He couldn't even scream, and all the muscles in his body were spasming.

Quok's right hand penetrated the werewolf's skin and stirred in his abdomen.

Kuok has more than one right hand.

Clayton stared at Kuok's chest and abdomen with staring eyes. He took off the leather protective gear there, revealing a pair of hands hanging in front of him like insect limbs.

They vary in length, thickness, and even the number of fingers on them, but they are equally powerful.

It was one of the longest right hands that stretched into Clayton's abdomen like a wire linking a machine, crushing his liver.

The effect of Shadow Secret was activated again for a moment, making Clayton lose his guard.

Kuok turned out to have eight hands.

In fact, he was not very fat, but those supernumerary limbs hung at his sides, stretching his clothes outwards.

"This is a gift from my parents!"

Noticing Clayton's shocked eyes, the deformed man with a female voice laughed ferociously, and moved his remaining short hands, like many small hands of a baby, grabbing the edges of Clayton's abdominal wound and pulling outwards.

Seeing the smile on his face, Clayton suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

The laughter stretched the muscles, causing the wound to open further. Feeling the extreme pain in the abdomen, the werewolf's laughter became more and more hearty, and even caused Kuok who was riding on him to laugh together. Their laughter was like the ubiquitous laughter. The white storm drifted out together.

The messy palms tore open the abdomen, and the werewolf's intestines and blood flowed all over the floor, but Clayton had no time to think about them.

He forgot why he came and felt only pure joy in his heart.

This is called fighting!

Poor information, determination, luck, any one of these factors can help, and the weak prey may turn into a hunter at the next moment and turn the situation around.

Fortunately, my body is no longer human, so I can play this game many times. Clayton thought in a relaxed mood.

Quok's laughter stopped as the werewolf released his right paw and dug it into his neck as he was struck by his left fist.

The sharp and well-joined black monster's claws penetrated into the warm flesh, and the damaged blood vessels splashed warm blood outwards. The werewolf even let out a low groan for this, and could soak his body in hot soup on a winter night. It's certainly a pleasure to be there, especially after going through such a storm.

Kuok's deformed arms drooped, but his eyes were still moving.

His cervical spine was broken by Clayton, and the parts below his neck lost their vitality.

Clayton also stopped laughing. Instead of enjoying the warmth in his hands, he picked up his intestines that were left on the ground and stuffed them back into his abdomen. The frozen blood was helpless.

After thinking about it, he removed his damaged internal organs and stuffed them into his mouth, then pulled out Kuok's curved fingers and used them like needles and threads to penetrate the flesh on both sides of the abdominal wound and connect the open parts together. This was his Medical techniques learned in field hospitals.

Finally, he threw himself on Kuok's body to replenish the flesh and blood lost in the battle.

After eating a few bites for dinner, the enthusiasm in his heart finally cooled down. He was also seriously injured and was not fit to fight Chud Osmar again, so that was the end of the night.

But Kuok's body cannot stay here.

Clayton changed back into his human form and put on his clothes, picked up the ax, and then limped toward Kuok on the ground.

"I don't comment on your character, but your fists are indeed very heavy."

He praised the other person, then reached out to grab the hair and lifted the body up, and Kuok's black beetle-like eyes looked at him.

Clayton was stunned, then suddenly swung the ax in his right hand and chopped off Kuok's head.

Quok's eyes were still rolling.

"Why aren't you dead yet?" Clayton asked him.

The doomsday seeker had a blank expression on his face, and his mouth opened and closed several times, but there was no sound.

Clayton turned his head over and showed him his headless body that had collapsed on the ground. A look of horror finally appeared on Quake's face.