Werewolf hunting rules

As Clayton walked back, he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from behind.

But it turned out to be Mary coming from behind.

She was in high spirits and seemed to have a smoother ride than Clayton. The horse she was riding suddenly had a saddle. It was obviously a military doctor's horse.

Clayton told her to stop, otherwise she would rush forward again and not recognize him.

"Did you get the stuff?"

Mary shook her head: "They didn't take away Charles' body parts. The meat was thrown directly into the hospital's oven. By the time Achill called us, it was already too late."

"Is the doctor still alive now?"

Clayton asked a question that most people would find baffling, but Mary understood it immediately.

She frowned and asked, "Faslag is dead too?"

"I think so."

Clayton also received the information that the military doctor was dead, and couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

He still has some confidence in hand-to-hand combat, but he knows nothing about magic.

When he served in Luolun in his early years, he encountered shamans and priests elected by the local resistance. Each of them claimed to be capable of witchcraft and immortality, and could curse the kingdom's garrison to bleed and cause sores. Children in the country are also suffering from violent illnesses.

Clayton didn't believe it at all at the time, but his men were doubtful.

In order to avoid dealing with these nagging enemies and avoid low morale in the team, his usual approach at that time was to first detect the enemy strongholds and then immediately apply for artillery support.

From a distance of three kilometers, a salvo of artillery can easily tear apart the enemy's position. The only disadvantage is that it cannot pick up the complete loot.

Thinking about it now, this might be the reason why he hasn't found any local transcendent in Loren yet.

Relying on cannons and muskets, weapons that were not suitable for operation in the city, also indirectly led to his current dilemma of being helpless with magic.

"Go back together?" Mary stretched out her hand and asked him.

Clayton didn't have the idea of ​​two people and one horse. He wanted to go to Gronje, but he couldn't ignore the current matter, so he told her: "You put the horse down quietly and go back on foot. If anyone asks, just say I haven’t seen them, and I don’t know what I went to do. Also, let everyone else go first, and just treat it as done.”

Surprisingly trusting him, Mary pulled back and asked, "Is it necessary to tell the people in the church? They may be able to help."

Clayton waved his hand: "They already know this is unusual."

Now that Marietta was on his behalf, Clayton never returned to the military hospital or to the Sheriff's Office.

He turned around and rented a carriage to go to the Pulitzer House in the city center.

But this time Groene didn't come to see him, because the servants here didn't know where Grogna had gone, so they only let him rest in the waiting room.

The waiting room seemed crowded when there were four people, and too spacious when there was only one person.

Clayton picked up a cigarette and held it between his fingers, hesitating whether to have one after a long absence.

He had to admit, he was a little scared.

He had seen people who were directly hit by a cannonball, but this was the first time someone was killed by that invisible force in front of him.

That kind of power is so evil that it's really frightening. It's just like the demons from hell. Demons.

He was lost in thought.

The door to the waiting room was knocked open, and an equally large old man holding a large beer glass stood at the door, leaning on the door frame with one arm to look at him.

"Werewolf?"

Clayton was not angry at being called out. He felt a familiar military temperament from the old man, which was not comparable to the soldiers in the military hospital who had never been on the battlefield.

He stood up naturally and replied: "I am."

"Then you don't have to wait any longer, Grone won't be back today."

The old man's physique nearly filled the door frame. Even Clayton was a head shorter than him, and his muscle content was far inferior. To ordinary people, his jacket was just like a coat.

Clayton asked him, "Who are you?"

"I'm Dais, another elder." Dais raised his wine glass and saluted him, but did not continue to drink.

Clayton was shocked, he didn't expect to see the second elder so soon.

However, he then thought about it and told which elder he had told about the Holy Grail Society, so he opened his mouth to tell what he had experienced.

However, the elder was indifferent. After listening to him for a few words, he interrupted: "Don't talk to me about these things. Grone only likes to hear this. He is in charge of local affairs."

Clayton was pretty sure that no one wanted to hear this, and his purpose was not just to tell.

"Actually, I'm here to ask about the means to deal with magic. The wizard of the Holy Grail Society crushed a person's head through the air. I need a means to counter magic."

The old man emptied his wine glass in one breath with a very disdainful expression: "Magic. Wouldn't you like to shoot before they chant the spell? No matter how far the range of magic is, it can't be farther than a bullet."

"The problem is that when I see someone reciting a spell, the wizard is not there."

"Being able to affect reality without being present is a summoning warlock."

Clayton didn't see the difference.

"Warlocks are all sensors, and dealing with them is more difficult than dealing with wizards. However, the spell you see should be the power of the devil. It requires a very complicated ritual to be effective and cannot be used immediately on the battlefield."

Clayton breathed a sigh of relief and focused more on finding out Athena's true identity.

Elder Dais walked in and sat across from Clayton, occupying the entire sofa by himself.

"I heard that you are dealing with Athena Bai Luge now?"

"Yes, she always has a way to change her identity. How should I find her?" Clayton asked humbly for advice.

"You are in trouble. She is both a parasitic demon and a summoning warlock. With the combination of natural abilities and spells, even I can't catch her."

The old man pondered for a moment and gave a solution: "But it should be very convenient for werewolves to deal with her. Your connection with the moon is closer than that of other dark descendants, and mental abilities generally cannot work on you. You can use it on the person you suspect. Use the war cry in front of you. The mental resistance of the warlock is stronger than that of the wizard. Just kill all the people in the field of vision who are not affected, and you will not miss her."

He had a good idea. This method is simple, fast and highly operable.

The old man couldn't help but feel proud that his tactical thinking had not slackened.

"Okay, do you have any more questions?"

"Now a new problem has indeed arisen." Clayton responded.

"you say."

"What's the battle cry?"

Clayton had heard that some indigenous people or residents of Iceland would use roars to intimidate enemies, but he had never personally come into contact with them.

If it was just a simple roar, he didn't feel there was any special change in his werewolf form's voice.

Hearing this question, the old man placed his wine glass on the table and made a loud noise: "War cry is the only spell-like talent of a werewolf. What, you can't do it?"

Clayton is a wild werewolf, so to speak, he doesn’t know anything.

He put his hands on his knees and shook his head: "I can't."

"You can practice your voice, just like singing." Elder Dais suggested calmly. "You should try singing to the moon more often at night, maybe you'll find the feeling."

Clayton doubted the effectiveness of this approach;

More than once he sang quietly toward the window in the bathroom, but got nowhere.

"Does this really work?"

"How can I, a human, know how to hone a werewolf's talent?" The old man felt impatient. He had no desire to teach newcomers. His answer just now was just out of temporary interest, and now his interest has been exhausted:

"Don't be so surprised by my identity, that's not important. Now listen, all my experience with werewolves comes from the few ones I killed. They all know how to war cry, so you should also, if you can't learn Yes, that’s your problem, it’s that simple.”