Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton stood at the side of the door and reached out to open the door. His hand touched the door handle, and he noticed something was wrong just as he turned it.

There is a subtle pain.

He took back his hand and saw that his hand was bleeding and a wooden thorn was stuck in it.

Clayton's expression changed and he gestured to Barbara to retreat.

Just now, there was a bullet hole silently in the door, and the exploding wood chips were the culprit that caused his bleeding.

The detective in the room didn't know why he was still awake at this time.

He was probably aware that this silent and strange state was directed at him, so when he saw the handle turning inside, he fired at the door panel without hesitation.

If Clayton hadn't been vigilant, the bullet would have penetrated his lungs.

Within Volentin's power, all voices are silenced, including those of the detectives.

In the state of being unable to hear the sound, Clayton's reaction was also weakened. They and the awake detective had the same consciousness inside and outside the door, and no one dared to cross the door directly now.

They don't know how many more rounds the gun inside can fire, and Detective Hook doesn't know how many people are outside.

The bullet holes in the door were not enough to see the outside world.

Moreover, it can be seen from the depth behind the bullet holes that there are no lights in the room, and the light environment is a disadvantage for humans.

Without Clayton's reminder, Barbara squatted down, put her palms on the ground, and bit her lip to exert strength.

The white air representing the cold overflowed from under her palm and poured into the room through the crack in the door. Clayton in the corridor also felt the rapid loss of temperature. Human beings must be even more shackles of the cold.

If Barbara exerts all her strength, she can frost the entire interior of this floor, but then become incapacitated.

So after half a minute, she stopped.

Clayton kicked the door sideways while looking at the wall.

There were three more bullet holes in the wall.

The detective's reaction speed was still very fast.

He gave his coat a quick swing at the door, but this time there was only one shot.

it's time.

The detective may still have a bullet or two in the chamber, but these few tricks are about time for him to react.

Delaying it any longer will only give him the opportunity to reload.

Clayton is not sure whether the detective's actions will be what he thinks, but reality is not just words written on paper. It is ever-changing, and sometimes a little luck and experience must be used as bets.

He made a waiting gesture to Barbara, and then rushed in.

The detective was standing beside the bed, with the bright moonlight outside the window behind him. He raised the gun in one hand and pointed the palm of his hand at Clayton at the door, his lips moving.

"Geosa, Dillon!"

The volume of the spell sounded clearly. This was the first time Clayton heard a sound in Fulentin's silent realm, and he was still a little unresponsive.

The next moment, a dazzling flash of light exploded from Detective Hook's palm.

Clayton didn't make any precautions, and his tawny eyes were blank.

But before he was completely blinded, he still saw the slightly fluorescent animal-shaped pendant on the detective's chest.

This is a witcher!

He saw such existence in the book.

He has some talent in spellcasting but not enough to become a mage. Even so, he can still use magic to turn the situation around in battle.

This kind of group is also not tolerated by the church and is often driven away. Only the equally despised mercenary army is willing to take them in and work. However, due to their limited abilities, these demon hunters could not take much advantage on the battlefield. They only provided services to the people for killing monsters for money, which gave them some credibility.

Demon hunters are also known as "wild wizards", but despite this name, their mastery of magic is also inherited. The proof of inheritance is the beast head necklace on their chests that can detect darkspawn and similar kinds.

A witcher was going to die tonight, Clayton instinctively jumped to the idea.

He didn't believe he would lose.

He couldn't lose.

Despite his defiance, he knew what the detective was going to do next.

[He's going to shoot! 】

Relying on his past experience, he swerved left and right in the room with an uncomplicated terrain, and was dodged even after the witcher detective fired two shots.

Because of the vampire's cold breath, the witcher's palms were no longer so flexible and stable.

Like Clayton, he is a battle-hardened warrior.

After the bullet was empty, he immediately drew his dagger and faced the enemy.

As for the pistol, that metal-containing object that did not fit in the hand and weighed about two pounds was thrown at Clayton early, hindering his attempt to get closer.

Clayton was hit in the face by a loose pistol. He didn't reach out to touch it, but he was definitely bleeding.

Thanks to this head-on blow, his forward speed was indeed curbed for a moment. His footsteps stopped and he staggered around - this was an unchangeable instinct.

He originally had the upper hand, but in order to keep the detective alive he had to restrain his use of firearms.

When he thought of this reason after the pain, the werewolf was immediately filled with anger.

Although the eyes have not regained vision for the time being, the smell and temperature are information that reveals the detective's location.

He threw his coat over, trying to replicate the move he had used to catch Marietta, and wrap it up in the witcher, but there was no feedback from where he landed.

The demon hunter's speed and strength were not inferior to those of him without transformation. The silver-reflecting dagger quickly cut open the thick woolen coat and split it in two. Then he lowered his body, and a quick sliding shovel passed through Clayton's legs, cutting open the werewolf's trouser legs and a layer of calf muscles, and blood splashed onto the floor in the moonlight.

Clayton's mental state was not good, but the werewolf's manic reaction lessened the pain.

He stumbled, then suddenly turned around, the fingers of his right hand sharpened into claws, grabbing at the lowered demon hunter from right to left.

The latter turned around and kicked away his sharp claws, and then stepped forward, almost pushing into Clayton's arms. The silver-plated dagger rose insidiously, driving towards the mandible that was not protected by bones.

Clayton was also familiar with the techniques of close combat. He immediately put his right hand across his chest, unseen and blocking the crook of the witcher's weapon-holding elbow to prevent the dagger from continuing to move upward. He raised his left hand suddenly He stood up and took advantage of his height advantage to give the demon hunter a swift elbow blow on the head.

The smell of blood that did not belong to werewolves filled the air, and blood oozed from the demon hunter's features, but his vitality remained the same.

He kicked hard at Clayton's injured leg. Clayton only loosened his hand slightly, and he broke away from the shackles, and slanted the dagger towards Clayton's abdomen.

The lieutenant could neither see nor hear, but he could feel the speed of the wind, and his instinctive call also let him know that the moon was behind him.

The ground next to the window is flat and free of debris.

He took a step back with confidence. The witcher's dagger also accelerated, but the distance was never enough. It only cut off his belt dangerously, and the copper belt buckle fell heavily to the ground, still making no sound.

Clayton's vision gradually began to recover, but he could only see hazy light and shadow.

He grabbed the witcher's retracted hand, and the latter's skin was immediately torn open with long cuts by nails as sharp as blades due to the inertia of his actions.

It is obviously unfair for humans and werewolves to compete in physical strength, and the blood loss cannot be stopped casually.

Hook's detective suddenly gave up.

He reached out and pulled the quilt over the bed, imitating Clayton's move and covering him, and threw his body towards the door.

Just then the cold intensified.

Vampire Barbara smelled two strong smells of blood, and she couldn't wait any longer.

Seeing the woman at the door with the alluring green light flashing in her eyes, the Witcher did not hesitate, turned around and rushed towards Clayton again - in his experience, a monster affected by the flash and injured was obviously better than a full-blown vampire. deal with.

Kill one first and you'll count. If that doesn't work, you can still escape through the window.

But the thick quilt used to restrain Clayton's movements had fallen down and piled on the ground between them.

In order not to trip, the witcher had to leap over the obstacle.

But Clayton's vision returned faster than he expected.

The moment he soared into the air, the werewolf's thick arm that almost burst its sleeves popped out like a snake, its sharp claws grabbed his throat, and his left hand also grabbed his right hand holding the dagger, and he was so strong that he quickly pulled it away. break.

As if without any pain, the witcher raised his only uncontrolled left hand and aimed it at the werewolf's face, just like using flash magic.

Clayton narrowed his eyes subconsciously, and then he remembered that the demon hunter's throat was being pinched by him and he couldn't recite the spell at all.

Just when he was about to relax, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a very inconspicuous silk thread wrapped around the little finger of the Hook detective under the moonlight.

The finger hooked up and pulled the thread.

A ray of silver light came out from the cuff of his sleeve. Clayton tried his best to avoid it, but he could only avoid the vital part.

The Xiujian left a huge scar on his face, and warm blood gushed out.

Behind him, there was only a round hole in the window glass instead of shattering, showing that the speed and penetrating power of the sleeve arrows were extraordinary.

If you stand in front, even the hardest skull will be pierced.

Clayton punched the witcher twice with lingering fear in return. Under his suppression, Barbara also successfully fed the armed detective a sedative.

After working together to clean up the valuable things here, he waved to Volentin and Julius downstairs from the window, so the other two people went upstairs together to help help the still-alive detective out. He was put into a carriage rented in advance two streets away, and then Fulentin released his ability.

Clayton stuffed the two suitcases containing documents and cash into the carriage compartment, counted the number of people again, and found that there was one less person in the team.

"Where's Barbara?"

"She's still behind," Volentin said.

Clayton had an ominous premonition.

He rushed back, but when he reached the hotel door, his movements became cautious.

Fulentin's ability no longer works here. Making random noises will wake up others, and then everyone will notice something strange whether they see the corpse or the wounds on his face.

He quietly went upstairs, and sure enough, Barbara's scent was in the dead Detective Hook's room.

Opening the door gently, the vampire was leaning on the body with his back to the door.

"Mrs. Barbara?" Clayton whispered.

The little woman's body trembled and she turned her head in horror. He could clearly see the blood on her mouth. The meal was interrupted.

"He's dead," she said with a tearful voice.

This may be an excuse, but in any case it is the result of Darkmoon forcing his "nature" on her.

She may have suppressed her bloodlust in the past, but when faced with a real, unattended corpse, that little bit of human strength was nothing.

Clayton was silent for a moment, not accusing her of anything.

"I know, but we're waiting for you."