Werewolf hunting rules

"I heard a wolf say that he was about to starve to death, so he took the risk. That voice sounded like yours."

The black wolf was very determined. It stared at Clayton with eyes that were very similar to his. The pupils on the long canine face were much larger than those of humans, so they looked harmless. But the same pupil size on Clayton's human face would just make him look like a dead man.

This is very embarrassing.

Clayton subconsciously raised his hand to cover the scar on his right cheek that was heating due to continuous healing. The scar was now heating up due to facial congestion.

He thought he was shouting quite majestic just now.

But considering that he was imitating the cry of the wolf next to the farm, this seemed reasonable.

"That's right, I happen to be hungry." He bent down against his will, picked up the soiled rusk, looked at it, took a bite and showed it to the other party, and then put it in his pocket.

If he doesn't eat at all, Clayton feels as if he is taking advantage of other people's kindness to do bad things.

"So why did you sneak into the Wandering Street Church? Isn't this not safe for dark descendants?" He asked while chewing hard.

"Aren't you too, werewolf?"

The wolf chased its tail and spun around a few times before lying unconscious on the ground, not worried about the Divine Attendant catching up.

Clayton knew that he also had a special smell, which was unusually eye-catching among similar people with extraordinary sense of smell.

"They just invited me to find you." Clayton said: "You knocked down the tombstones and ate the corpses here, ignored the greetings of the priests, and bit the soldiers who came to drive you away. Now the priests here think that You have recently become a darkin, and you want me to find you and get rid of you."

"Ah, that's why you came to me. There's no need, there's really no need." The wolf flicked its tail, and the strong rotten smell moved with the wind, but there were no obvious wounds.

In this case, Clayton's howl is obviously a trap, but it doesn't seem to care whether Clayton lied to itself.

"Why?"

"Can't you smell it? I'm rotting! In a week at most, I'm going to die. Whether you hate me or not, it will be over in a week."

"I'm sorry, I've been seeing guys jumping around while exuding a rotten smell these past few months, and I thought you were just like them."

Black Wolf suddenly became alert, raised his ears and raised his head: "Did you meet that witch too?"

"Athena Boluge?" Clayton asked.

"I don't know her name, but it should be her." The black wolf got up and purred with dissatisfaction. Compared with the blistering purring of a healthy wolf, its voice gave people the feeling of a swamp. Sense of déjà vu: "I fell into this situation because of her spell. Otherwise, I should still be a good hunter in the forest with no worries about food and clothing."

"Sorry, but I can't see anything. Could you please explain what the situation is?"

The wolf looked at Clayton with a change in his eyes: "Guess what I am?"

"A talking wolf? Or a form of werewolf?" Clayton made a guess.

"I am Wolfwalker," the wolf replied.

This answer was unexpected, and Clayton was stunned.

"I've never heard of a Beastwalker being able to talk."

"That's because few beastwalkers have the opportunity and willingness to eat their own bodies." The wolf said angrily: "Eating half of one's body can gain some power, but even so, few beastwalkers will do this unless They wanted to experience the agony of their souls, the wounds that would never heal. But I had to do it because that damn witch took control of my body."

"I had been living in seclusion in the forest, waiting for the train to pass by along the track to pick up some discarded parts that could be recycled and processed after being thrown off the train. It was the same day, and I just met that bastard! She attacked me , a mind control spell was left on my body. At that time, I didn’t notice the specialness of her actions. It wasn’t until that night, when I switched bodies by falling asleep, that my body got up directly from the bed and walked out on its own. Door. Can you imagine your coat going out alone?"

Black Wolf's anger was indescribable: "After I switched to this body, I could never return to the human body. I walked with my active body, wondering what the witch wanted it to do, and found that The witch lets my body go to support her strip club every day! On the night when I came back from the club for the third time, I was stabbed several times in my body by gangsters. When I arrived smelling the smell of blood, I couldn't save my life. He had it, so he had to eat it, and then he was infected by other remaining spells of that witch, leading to the current predicament that he was about to die."

Clayton looked weird, but he wasn't going to spend time chatting with the dude.

"My condolences. I have no objection to the way you disposed of your own corpse, but I don't think you have any reason to eat other people's corpses. Destroying human corpses is the main reason why these priests are chasing you. If you don't do this, they may You won’t find out until you die.”

The wolf was inexplicably dazed for a while, then suddenly calmed down and looked at Clayton with a look that was even gratifying: "This is another thing I want to say. I will do this, and it has something to do with your Presbyterian Church."

Clayton raised his hand and reexamined his own scent in confusion.

"How do you know I'm a member of the Presbyterian Church?"

"It's not that green handkerchief." The wolf reminded him: "It smells like the guy you know. You've seen Groene recently, right? There is no other forest spirit in this city except him. I used to be his employee. , but had retired from the Presbyterian Church a few years ago.”

This was the first time Clayton knew what race Gronje was.

Forest elves are considered a relatively close race in the legend. They often point out the location of herbal medicines to wizards and doctors, and occasionally inform the brave men passing through the forest of some prophecies.

They are humanoid, have green hair and bark-like skin, and are proficient in natural magic. He always likes to stay in the forest, uncontested, and there are at most three forest elves in a forest.

But this is the rule of the forest spirits from the Middle Ages and beyond.

Having given birth to more than thirty children, Grone must have become accustomed to the density of human society.

"Of course, it wasn't Gronje who asked me to do this, but the ghost."

Clayton vaguely remembered that he seemed to have communicated with similar beings, and the wolf's words gave him a sense of familiarity.

"Although I no longer remember the specific words of our exchange, he told me how to take revenge on the witch." The wolf told the lieutenant confidently. "I am not eating the corpse. Some of the meat may have entered my stomach, but this is not my main purpose. My purpose is to collect the spellcasting marks on the corpse. In addition to me, there are many people who have been affected by that witch The influence of magic eventually came to this cemetery. People who have been controlled by magic will have some remaining traces of the spell on their bodies. Collecting them will allow me to develop resistance to the witch's magic."

Clayton could understand it. In a sense, they were still comrades-in-arms.

"I understand, but how are you going to do it? You only have a week, and that witch is very good at hiding."

The lieutenant said, suddenly finding that the wolf paused again.

The humanity was gone from its eyes, its belly twitched like an old bellows, and its ears were no longer alert, no longer moving in tune with the sound of wind and birdsong.

It didn't even look like a living wolf.

"Are you still there?" Clayton asked tentatively, but the wolf didn't respond, so he had to reach out and push it.

At this moment, the soul seemed to be injected into the wolf's body again, and it came to life again. Its body shook violently and avoided Clayton's touching hand.

"Yes, I'm still here." It complained: "Now it seems that the time is too short. I may not even have a week. Even if I eat half of myself, it won't be enough."

Clayton frowned: "It's less than a week, so how are you going to take revenge on that witch?"

He can't even find Athena's specific location now. Does this wolf walker hiding in the cemetery have any unique way to find her?

"The method is super simple, everything is left to you." Wolf said.