Werewolf hunting rules

Faced with the questioning of the patriarch, Lind was speechless.

The electric lights were buzzing around them, making up for the lack of lighting design in the castle, and shining the wooden veneer above and under their heads. This was Opiros' office.

Yesterday evening, a sad news quickly returned to Berdalabik. The guys Lind sent to carry out Alexander Eleven's commission were all killed. The people who sent back the news came from other people who were out on a mission. They were originally going to find the two bodies, so they didn't even bring weapons. Unexpectedly, they encountered the dead man himself.

Edwards did not die, and attacked the ship that transported the machine. The dead fought to the last moment, and the fierce battle also damaged the ship. After killing them, the murderer robbed the boats of these latecomers and left them drifting on the broken boat for an hour.

When the clan wolfs heard the news, they were very surprised. No one thought that the outsider could survive from Elder Maxim, and not only did he not escape, but he also planned to retaliate against them.

Before the funeral, the body needed further examination. The clan had a revenge plan of some size. Before arranging the personnel, the werewolves needed to know how well the damned Edwards had recovered from his serious injuries.

The power of this outsider was equivalent to that of a great knight. In the clan, such a werewolf could become a fang.

None of the fangs of the Black Claw clan intended to deal with him personally. They intended to let young people do it, and regarded hunting a wounded [fang] as a trial full of honor.

Some simple penetrating wounds and cuts would only take a werewolf one or two nights to heal, but it would take longer to recover from damage to the internal organs. Elder Maxim's attack penetrated Edwards' chest and abdomen, and even a werewolf of the fang's level would take half a month to heal.

The clan member who worked as a doctor locally took on the task of autopsy. However, after the examination, he found that one of the dead was a werewolf, and they had never met in the ritual hall, so the seriousness of the matter immediately increased.

The doctor was a member of Blood Eye, so he did not announce the matter, but informed Opiros first.

And Opiros now informed Lind.

The deceased who secretly accepted the wolf blood trial was Lind's nephew. The source of the wolf blood was obvious. He had always maintained the lowest concentration of wolf blood, and did not share the clan's cursed blood, and joined the entire clan's law system. This was obviously to deceive Lind's eyes and disguise himself as a human.

And because of this concealment, his reason for working under Lind seemed to become suspicious.

Splitting the clan and monitoring the actions of the patriarch's right-hand men. This series of charges is even more outrageous than Edwards's actions.

"I don't know what to do." Lind sighed.

Opiros stared at his loyal follower, as if waiting for something: "Your brother Ketalat is watching you, don't you have any dissatisfaction?"

"Of course, but maybe in our opinion, it was our brothers who betrayed us first."

The young patriarch sighed: "You can forgive his mistakes because of family affection, but I can't allow such an offense. His behavior is tearing our clan apart."

"I understand."

Linde supported his left knee, put down his right leg, and slowly half-knelt in front of him.

"Lord, please give the order."

Oopiros' breathing became heavy. He stared at the information on the table, and the end of the short cane in his right hand drew circles under the table, round after round, until half a minute later.

"Ketalat has three sons with wolf blood. According to the marriage contract, the youngest son who was born recently belongs to his wife's family."

"Yes." Linde said.

"Send two now, and send the second young one as well, to consolidate the friendship between us and the Gray Mountain Clan. As for his eldest son, the boy is 27 years old this year, which is the age when werewolves enter adulthood. I will give him a chance to win glory."

"The clan's fangs are making a revenge plan. They want to hunt down the elder council bastard who survived by chance. Although he was seriously injured, he is still very powerful. They will choose young people from their own family who are capable and eager to establish merit to join the hunt. Now, let this boy join the action list. If he performs well, he can replace his father's position. If he unfortunately dies, may the dark moon bless his soul."

Linde subconsciously drew a cross on his chest. Seeing this scene, Opiros closed his eyes and waved his hand for him to go out and pass on his orders.

Then, Opiros looked at a business flyer of an elevator installation company on his desk.

Because of aging and absorbing too much curse, the elders of the clan are now unable to change into human form. It is also very difficult for them to walk up the stairs with their huge bodies. They are usually trapped in their own rooms and cannot provide any help to the clan. If there is a huge elevator, they can go downstairs at ordinary times. Even if it is not convenient to take action, they can also teach the younger generation of werewolves hunting skills.

This seems to be an improvement with only benefits. The only thing to worry about is that the werewolves will unconsciously reveal their identities in front of the workers.

But in fact, as long as he puts forward this idea, the conservatives will definitely be dissatisfied with his destruction of the ancestral foundation. Because the werewolves who built this castle are the ancestors of green eyes, not the ancestors of red eyes, Opiros's actions will promote the division of the clan.

This phenomenon has precedents.

Every time he thinks of this, Opiros can't help but sigh.

Becoming weak because of everything you own is a real "curse" that even the werewolf nobles of the First Empire cannot avoid. He can be sad to read this history, but what can be changed?

Those mature werewolves who claimed to be traditionalists were inexplicably hostile to him, but the green-eyed elders who were over a hundred years old respected him.

However, the elders did not intervene in his struggle with the traditionalists. They seemed to regard this as a test for the patriarch. In other words, they believed in Opylos' ability and authority, so they would not actively intervene to avoid their own support. On the contrary, it undermines his majesty.

Opylos also believed that he could solve this matter. He just needed a chance to truly integrate the clan.

"Lord!"

A shout shook him from his reverie.

The new guy didn't knock on the door and stood panting in front of the door.

Opylos did not blame the werewolf, but asked him to come in and rest immediately.

This werewolf named Saxon is a member of the Black Claw clan who stayed in the Wei Odi office. To get here, he needs to go all the way through the North District and a large wilderness. The journey is not short, so it is not a small matter to inform him.

really.

"The guards are hunting the darkspawn in the city!"

Opylos was stunned for a moment, and crossed his fingers with his hands on the table:

"who?"

"All dark descendants!" There was a circle of white foam on the corner of Saxon's mouth, his nose was flaring, and his posture seemed to stand up again at any time even if he was sitting: "Those high-status dark descendants were deceived a day ago, until Killed this morning. The names of the Historical Clothing Club, the Ambrey Association, the Ancient Dragon Fossil Research Institute, the Hummingbird, and some other organizations are all dead.”

"What's the reason for them to do this?" Opylos still couldn't believe it.

"I don't know." Saxon gasped continuously, extremely uneasy: "The dark descendants who are still alive are either running away or looking for shelter in the city. The remaining people are reluctant to give up their own property, and even if they want to escape, they still have to fight for it. Time to transfer assets.”

"Lord, should we also try to migrate? The organizers of the Guards have always been hostile to us. Except for the Hutton family, the other two families are unwilling to contact us. Maybe they will find an opportunity to kill us this time."

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Hearing this, Opylos's expression suddenly no longer confused, and his face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, as if he was not worried about this problem at all.

"Don't worry about our problems, it's up to me to think about it. As for the other dark descendants, they need a shelter. Continue, where have they gone?"

Saxon said uneasily: "Some people have taken refuge in the Winged Serpents, which are part of the Orlanster family. They think they can avoid disaster. Some people go to the church to receive shelter, because the tribute paid by these dark descendants is enough. The church in the city is also protesting this matter. Some people have become followers of the prophetess Abigail of the Mantra, and more people are hiding through the connections of the Witch Club. "

"Of course, as well as us, some people have contacted me, hoping to unite the clans against the Guards. They are waiting downstairs now."

Opylos immediately asked him to summon these guests to come in.

A former member of the Historical Clothing Club walked in and sat down uneasily while spitting out letters, followed by a female researcher from the Institute of Ancient Dragon Fossils. She was equally uneasy about everything around her and kept looking left and right, with a His badge was swung back and forth.

"I am not here to represent myself this time. I mean not only to represent myself, but this lady should be the same." The snake man said, staring at Opylos with his vertical pupils, waiting for him to nod before saying the next sentence.

Opylos smiled: "I know, but you came very quickly. If you want to find shelter in Weiodi, Boda Labik is the farthest place. I don't believe this is true."

"It's just that I've heard some rumors a long time ago, so I'm prepared." Snake Man said: "I heard before that the frequent disappearances in the city are actually caused by Konoe secretly dealing with newborns who have mutated in the past two years, but previously I basically regarded this as nonsense and only made a little preparation, otherwise I should have come to you long ago. "

"If there are more than three, you must go to one of them. This is the rule of the old Duke, and it will be implemented by you. I was also in Weiaudia at the time and experienced this period. But we all know that the environment at that time was not very good. The conflict is unavoidable. Now we can live in peace, but the Konoe people are causing disputes. If the Black Claw clan can help us resolve the Konoe people, the remaining members of the Historical Clothing Club will support your family to regain control of Wei Aodi. "

This hit home.

The Conglione family was a noble, but they did not leave their surname and coat of arms in the Blue Blood Book because they were private knights of Duke Veodie.

In the past, the great nobles had groups of private knights around them. The contracts for conferring knights on them were only in the hands of the duke family. Only this document containing magical power could guarantee their noble status and rights, so they would Extremely loyal to his master's family.

The Duke's family is still in Weiaudy, and the Conlione family is recognized as a noble. However, when the master's family disappears with the contract and the Conlione family cannot maintain their status and reputation, they will degenerate into squires.

They have now degenerated once, and the contrast between before and after makes the werewolves of the Black Claw clan extremely enthusiastic about returning to the past.

But Opiros did not rush to agree to him, but just looked at another guest.

"What about you, ma'am?"

The female researcher looked at Opiros in panic, and the next second, her face suddenly changed into another look.

"Me too, I just didn't expect these humans to be so crazy."

Oopiros looked at this human whose mind was almost half occupied by the nightmare: "I thought that a being like you who is good at hiding would not be afraid of this little riot."

"Little riot?" The nightmare snorted coldly: "They are serious."

"Oopiros, don't think that your clan can stay out of it. They may let me go, but they will never let you go. Even a fool knows that cooperating with you is far more beneficial than being hostile to you, but why do they hate you so much and exclude you, do you know?"

Oopiros's expression became serious.

"You know?"

"Because of a prophecy." The nightmare said gloomily: "Railway tycoon Jeremy Basby bought the old duke's old house, where he met the prophetess Abigail, exchanged exaggerated wealth for a prophecy, and then left Viodi."

"I can't spy on the content of the prophecy, but it was that prophecy that made him hostile to you. He has no power, but his net worth is the most amazing among the three major families. Two-fifths of the guards belong to him, so even if he is not here, someone will help him get things done."

"Opiros, your situation is the same as ours now. Either abandon everything and leave Viodi, or stay and fight them with us."