Werewolf hunting rules

Two werewolves sentenced to death fell from the sixth floor of the tower into the nearby moat, creating a huge splash in the night.

"They fell into the river," Lind said. "I'll go get the bodies."

Opiros nodded and didn't let the werewolves of lower status do this. When it comes to dealing with enemies, the clan's strong men like to do it themselves, and they also need to hurry up.

In order to facilitate water collection, they connected the moat and the river.

Tomorrow, there's no telling where the bodies will float to.

Lind jumped into the window frame and looked down. The height from the sixth floor to the surface of the moat took a few seconds for a strong man like him to make up his mind. As his figure disappeared from the window, Opiros also walked over to look down outside the window. The distance between them was too far. Even with extraordinary vision, he couldn't see where Lind was. He could only hear the sound of water dripping.

His father also came over and observed the movements outside with him, but the effect of their combined efforts did not improve.

Looking at the patriarch and his son with their backs to her, and Elder Maxim who closed his eyes to pray again, Lydia pursed her lips and retreated to the corner in a trance. Everything that happened just now had a different meaning to her, and now no one knew what she was thinking.

The leisurely and quiet atmosphere did not last long. Some werewolves came downstairs to ask the reason why the patriarch had just called, and after learning that the guest and a tribe member were both on the hunting list, they also showed due surprise.

Opiros did not like this predictable reaction. He urged them to check the things the two people left in the castle.

However, Lavin did not bring anything. The luggage of "Edwards" contained some cash and daily necessities such as perfume, toothpaste and toothbrush, but nothing that could prove his identity.

The only thing that looked special was the body of a bird.

Opiros could not figure out its location. He did not know this kind of bird. The bird was brightly colored and soaked in strong liquor. It seemed to be a specimen for viewing, but it was placed in an opaque pottery jar. He knew that some alchemists would try to soak biological materials in strong liquor to preserve their medicinal effects for a long time.

Is it for viewing or eating?

Or maybe it was just a code, and the real meaning was to carry it itself?

Opiros summoned the alchemists in the tribe to study this thing, hoping to gain something. The remaining time was enough for him to return to the ritual hall to continue his work.

After everything was cleaned up, Lind brought bad news.

The bodies of Edwards and Lavin disappeared. It might be that the temperature rose recently, the snow on the waterway melted, and the water flow was more turbulent than before. When he went down, the bodies had drifted away.

Although Opiros felt unhappy, he did not blame Lind. He asked this loyal fang to send other human hands to secretly search for the bodies.

After the werewolves die, they will turn into wolf or human form. They don't have to worry about the werewolves being exposed to the public, but if the corpse turns into a human, they must find and destroy it.

The two werewolves are related to the Elders' Council of Sasha City and the Hutton Family respectively, and their deaths need to be kept secret for the time being.

The disappearance of two people is not a big deal. Maybe the church people will intervene in this matter, but they can handle it well.

Wei Aodi itself is an extremely chaotic city. Death and disappearance are a normal thing, even if the Black Claw Clan does not exist.

Those clergy have always suspected that the many disappearances in Wei Aodi are the masterpieces of the Black Claw Clan. Although some of them are true, most of them are unfounded speculations, which have nothing to do with werewolves.

The recent frequent disappearances may be the influence of the Dark Moon. Various darkborn newborns cannot control their own strength and reason, so they kill people indiscriminately and expose themselves.

For this phenomenon, the werewolves do not care about it.

The Black Claw Clan is a settlement of werewolves. It does not and does not need to control the behavior of other darkborn. Order and chaos are good for werewolves because they are naturally united and can retain strong power at any time. They can also cast their "votes" at critical moments to make the chaotic situation develop in a direction that is favorable to them.

But Opiros can still vaguely feel an imminent threat.

What is it? Where does it come from?

The dark clouds over Viodi's head seem to never dissipate.

Even in the season with the most abundant light, the night here is two hours early and two hours late when it is time to leave.

At six o'clock, the streets are still dark and pedestrians have to carry lanterns when walking.

But this has nothing to do with Joseph. He does not leave his home far away because his sick mother always needs someone to take care of her. He is only seven years old, but he already needs to contribute to the family. Getting food is his responsibility and job.

The northern district of Viodi is the most barren area in the city. The meaning of its existence seems to be just a smooth road and a large number of cheap houses.

There is nothing worth mentioning here, but the population is still of some value, which leads to the rampant gangs here, all of which are engaged in the business of human trafficking and contraband trafficking, or operating the low-end market of the assassin industry. If you must seek some local characteristics, then there are only illegal things. The black market in the city is the most lively here. Every late at night, underground boxing matches and brothels that provide young prostitutes will also welcome a large number of guests wearing masks and high-end clothes every day.

Joseph didn't fully understand how complicated the world of these adults was, but he knew that a lot of garbage would be transferred to the square in his neighborhood from late at night to early in the morning, and there might be some edible food among them.     He came to the garbage dump in the dark, climbed over the pile of garbage, and with the help of the faint moonlight, he carefully searched in the fresh upper layer, and there were several thin black shadows doing the same thing next to him.

This kind of thing must be done as soon as possible, and when it gets light, the adults will come to take over here.

However, after half an hour, he still didn't find anything edible, so he could only take some garbage that could be used as fuel.

But Joseph didn't have only one way to get food. With a smarter mind than his peers, he has discovered a treasure trove of resources near his home and learned to use it to get food and water.

But the reason why he had to go to the garbage dump first was because there were too many people at home and there was never enough food.

At nearly seven o'clock, after bringing the fuel home, Joseph went out again. He squatted on the riverbank under the bridge opposite his home, lifted up the net he had set under the bridge, and counted the harvest from last night, hoping to find something edible.

The river water has been polluted into black by toxic substances discharged by the factory. Normal fish are rarely seen. Most of the remaining aquatic animals are highly aggressive and toxic, difficult to subdue, and have little meat. But Joseph did not expect meat. The large amount of algae floating on the water was his real target.

The local factory not only dumped a large amount of sewage into the river, but also had the problem of whale oil leakage.

The nutritious oil was absorbed by the algae, and they grew one after another. If it were not for the lack of sunlight, they might cover the entire river one day.

And because of this easy harvest, they are Joseph's main source of food.

These algae tasted good after drying, but they were a little bitter.

The algae harvested in the net last night were so black that they almost blocked the waterway under the bridge. It looked heavier than a person, but it was far less than Joseph expected. The algae would be reduced sharply after drying, and it was not enough for his family to eat.

Joseph had to turn his eyes to the strange black "towers" in the bridge hole.

It was a tower made of dense palm-sized shellfish and hardened mud. There were so many of them that they almost occupied the sidewalks on both sides of the waterway in the bridge hole.

This kind of shellfish is one of the few organisms that can adapt to sewage. Since the water quality has deteriorated, some of their habits have also changed. They used to dig holes scattered on the river beach, but now they gather together. They use the mucus they secrete to solidify the mud and form a "building" taller than Joseph.

There are many hollow small channels in the middle of these muds. They hide in the upper layers of the towers and drink water through these channels as thin as blood vessels.

Of course, this kind of shellfish is not suitable for eating, otherwise there would not be so many of them.

But even if the meat is poisonous, they still have the ability to purify water. Just open the shell and gently press the white tongue with your thumb, and a large amount of non-toxic mucus will be squeezed out, which can be used as clean drinking water. This is a survival skill known to everyone in the North District.

Joseph used to only use these shells as a source of water, but now he hesitated.

Eating shells will make you sick, but hunger is an enemy standing in front of you that cannot be ignored.

If there are other ways to get food

Yes, yes, these methods must exist, but none of them can be done by a seven-year-old child. Joseph thought confusedly. He is the best person in the family to find food, but now there is not enough food. He can only hope that his other brothers and sisters who are old enough can get food to make up for today's shortage.

At least get through today.

At least don't let my mother die.

A strange sound of water came from not far away. Joseph looked over and saw a large black shadow floating towards his position.

The deep light reflected on the water, and he couldn't see what it was, but according to past experience, it should be algae. Some aquatic creatures also eat algae, and they will swim with the floating algae, so it's not surprising to hear the sound of water.

Such a large piece of algae is enough for one person. Joseph cheered up, grabbed a wooden stick on the ground next to him and poked the black shadow, preparing to scoop up the algae.

Snap.

It was more than just the sound of water splashing.

Algae is very soft, but the stick felt like hitting a real object.

Joseph was stunned for a moment and didn't use the stick to stir the floating object.

The black shadow continued to drift with the water until it hit the rope net he had put back before, and then stopped. As the water waves rose and fell slightly, the true face of this thing also surfaced.

This is a pale, naked adult man.