The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

In the evening, Clayton and his two helpers made preparations and selected a sewage tower in the city center to enter the sewer.

The outer door here is locked for a long time, and few people approach it, so their actions are safe and reliable.

I used pliers to break off the padlock at the main entrance of the sewage tower, which was almost tangled up with the door. In addition to the workbench and exposed mechanical gear parts inside, it was responsible for opening and closing the water channel gate. The door was embedded in it, and Clayton cut a hole in the wire grid with his nails, reached in and pulled the deadbolt, and pushed the door open.

Behind him, Barbara and Julius, like him, changed into black clothes, nervously checking whether their preparations for the underground journey were adequate.

In order to avoid accidents, the mage also found a luminous stone from home to replace the lantern. The light green light made the environment look gloomy.

"Okay, let's go down."

Clayton greeted, and took the lead in grabbing the outer edge of the long ladder and sliding down.

When all three pairs of feet hit the ground, some furry sewer dwellers ran away in panic from their feet.

"The mud here is at least half a foot high." Julius raised his right foot and looked at the sole of the shoe in disgust.

Clayton doesn't care. For this operation, he wears the most regrettable set of clothes and shoes he has ever bought. These moccasin boots have been moldy for a long time, and they don't match his foot size. During the operation, he happened to be able to conceal his identity , you can lose it in the past today.

Noticing that Barbara was silent, they all looked back at her, only to see the little woman holding a mouse into her mouth.

Noticing their gaze, Barbara shyly put the mouse down.

"I don't want to eat them, I just want them to find the way for us. I can inject a little of my blood into them, and then let them go, and then I can track their whereabouts."

Clayton's face turned green, this was clearly a ritual for vampires to create offspring.

"You're trying to make rat vampires? They already have a terrible toxin on them."

Behind him, Julius put his feet down and said calmly: "Don't worry, Clayton, mice can't bear many curses, they won't survive this night."

"Is that so?" Clayton was deeply suspicious.

"I think the same way. Usually when the window knockers are active, I don't feel the presence of these mice."

Although Barbara echoed the mage's statement, Clayton knew from her frightened expression that this ignorant little woman didn't think about anything at first, and she couldn't even connect the loss of contact with the death of the mouse. It's two things.

"Well, I'll just assume this technique is safe." He muttered and waited for a while, watching Barbara catch several mice in succession to feed them blood, and then let them go one by one.

Once out of Mrs. Barbara's grasp, the little beasts rushed to the different branches of the pipe.

The gates of the sewers have been opened, and all visitors are tolerated in those dark holes that are dark.But even though they quickly disappeared from everyone's eyes, the small footsteps still echoed in the empty pipe, and the stench lingered in their noses.

"Sounds slimy," Julius commented.

Clayton ignored him, just took out his compass to observe the direction.

They had originally chosen to enter the sewer near the Cules family mansion. Even though the pipes here were complicated, they would never go wrong if they walked in the right direction, and it would waste an hour or two at most.Barbara's mice were just icing on the cake.

"Julius, one last calibration, is Athina Pruger still at Cules Mansion?"

"I just calculated it half an hour ago. The head you raised doesn't have that much blood to provide me with divination materials. The remaining amount can only be used twice at most. Are you sure you want to use it here?"

Clayton frowned, but he was helpless, he didn't know if this would be a protracted battle.

"Lady Barbara, lead the way."

The female vampire was happy to serve. She took Julius' ore lamp and walked deep into the pipeline.

A kind of pitch black that turned from dark green climbed up to the middle of the pipe, which was very neat. This was the trace left by the accumulated water in the rainy season, but Clayton keenly noticed that there were some gray-white silk threads in those pitch-black parts. There are traces of hard objects scratching on the pipe, and the height is not low.

For the convenience of drainage, the pipes of the underground water pipes are designed to be as thick as possible. The diameter of these pipes is eight Dorn feet (1 Doen foot = 31cm), and even the middle part is four feet high.

Man can of course make such a mark, but who would come here?

The door locks of the sewage tower were damaged because they had not been moistened with lubricating oil for a long time, and the gates were kept open. The administrator of this building has not been here for at least two or three months.

Clayton looked at the scratches and became vigilant, urging the other two to take up their weapons.

Barbara had a wand sword, Julius had a wand and plenty of low-level potions to use, and he himself had a cavalry knife reserved for veterans.Pulling it out and waving it slightly, the familiar feel made him regain some confidence.

He is now a werewolf, his strength and speed have increased, and his mastery of swords has also become more refined due to the increase in reaction speed.

There is nothing he can't do, he said to himself repeatedly in his heart.

It's an old habit from before expeditions, but it always works.

Courage will always have a place in the winning formula, but there are times when it doesn't work.

Just after they walked through the six branch options, with a shock of unknown origin, a jet of yellow water suddenly poured down from the pipe well above their heads, hit their hats, and changed their color.

The long silence was abruptly broken, and Julius immediately became eloquent, but every word was not suitable to be recorded on the reading materials open to the public, while Barbara supported the inner wall of the pipe, the power of vampires It didn't work at all, it just looked like it was about to pass out.

Fortunately, Clayton quickly realized that the smell of these liquids was actually different from what they were familiar with.

"It's just a dye, damn it!" Clayton shook his hand that had just touched the brim of the hat sadly. Start dyeing cloth, and no one will check it when it is drying. But although it is not the filth you imagined, you'd better not raise your head, or let it flow into your eyes. It has a strong toxin, which may cause you to be short of breath gas, or severe blindness."

"Great! This plan is great! If I were Athena, I would never have imagined that I would fight three yellow men who came out of the ground! This is really a soul-stirring battle!"

Julius kept chattering, completely ignoring Clayton's warning.

As a pampered mage, he lost his mind the moment he was showered.

Clayton had no choice but to slap him to calm him down, and then took out his handkerchief to help him wipe his face—because he accidentally got Molly Yellow on his hand when he slapped him—then the lieutenant was embarrassed again Suddenly, I found that the handkerchief I took out was the one given by the elders. It was dyed by Imperial Green. It is also a highly toxic dye that is being banned by legislation. Darkborn may be resistant, but human beings absolutely do not .

Clayton's hands were in the air, caught between a rock and a hard place.

Fortunately, Barbara recovered, and she also prepared several handkerchiefs to use to clean her face.

After wiping his face, Julius not only regained his sanity, but also became the most taciturn one in the team.

"What should we do next?" Clayton asked Barbara.

Just now, in order to escape the liquid containing the dye, they fled for a certain distance to the nearest intersection, and what made it difficult for Creighton to say was that just now, he also lost his mind for a while, so he didn't remember how to turn back Go, only to be sure that they are not on the originally planned route.

In the green light, Barbara closed her eyes for a while, and then she answered, "It's okay to just walk forward. Some mice that chose different channels converged in front, so these channels are probably connected."

Her tone was extremely uncertain because it went against her past experience.

Clayton also has doubts about this.

Parallel up and down, parallel left and right, connecting horizontal pipes, and curved passages are all normal possibilities for the arrangement of multiple pipes, but complex planning is generally a relatively deep underground design, and they have just come down from the sewage tower not far away, and they have not gone deeper. The pipeline veins go, but in a position closer to the surface.

Why are there so many routes connecting left and right?
If the slope design is wrong near the entrance to the surface, it is very likely that debris will deposit directly at the pipe bend.

The sewage tower administrators are responsible for maintaining the pipelines, but even without the administrators here, the pipelines they pass through seem to be too clean and unobstructed.

Clayton really wanted to figure this out before setting off, but they didn't have much time to think about it. Barbara's sensing range was limited, and the mice kept crawling forward. Once they got out of the guidance of these small beasts , they may be trapped in this area.

After walking for a while, Barbara, who led the way, stopped moving.

Creighton didn't know what she sensed, but it was frustrating to be honest that nothing had changed from what they had seen an hour earlier.

"The mice stopped," she said.

"They died?"

"No, if they die, I will lose contact with them." Barbara said puzzled, "But they just stopped, maybe they were too tired."

The lieutenant raised his hand and tapped a short, quick rhythm on the inner wall of the pipe, and the vibration was transmitted to the dark depths that even the darkin could not observe.He hoped this would scare the mice away and keep them going.

"Well, they're moving again."

Barbara breathed a sigh of relief, but took two steps forward and stopped again.

She turned around with panic on her face: "They're coming towards us."