The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Of course Barbara wasn't afraid of rats, and no one in her stature was afraid of rats, because they were growing up and living with rats.

There was only one reason for her panic.

As the rats inoculated with the blood of the blood race approached, an abnormal vibration followed, keeping pace with their existence.

Clayton pulled out the cavalry scimitar, and a pair of bad shoes made him less sensitive to vibrations, but it didn't mean he couldn't see the expression on Barbara's face.

"Prepare to meet the enemy."

"What enemy?" Julius hadn't reacted yet.

The lieutenant answered him loudly: "I don't know either."

The mage froze for a few seconds, took out a test tube from one of the pockets on the coat and threw it on the ground, as if an invisible fire was ignited in the air, their bodies immediately became hot.

The cold environment will make people sluggish, especially in the sewers in winter, the damp and cold atmosphere is everywhere.Julius has been trained as a perfect mage, and even if he has no idea about the type of enemy, he can provide some assistance to his teammates.

The warm feeling made them feel much better, and their hands and feet became lighter.

Fueled by positive emotion, they advance cautiously through the pipeline, weapons in hand.

Gradually, the voices of the rats became audible to them without Barbara reminding them, like the rattle of an old and useless broken sack in a warehouse.

But there seems to be a difference in subtleties.

The werewolf heard a strange noise, like a schoolboy scratching a wall with a ruler, but it was barely audible.

But soon he knew what the sound was.

Countless rats fled from the darkness, not being frightened by them, but scrambling past their feet, ignoring the three of them.There are a huge number of them, far more than just the rats that Barbara planted blood species, maybe their neighbors also participated in this escape.

Although the enemy has not yet appeared, this scene has already given the three of them an ominous premonition.

In the direction where the mouse appeared, a huge brown eye emerged from the darkness, and a thick torso covered with black scales appeared quietly swimming like a ghost.

Those rough scales rubbed against the cement pipes, making the slight sound that Clayton had been hearing before.

When the terrifying giant snake turned its head sideways, they realized that it did have only one eye in the center, and there were dozens of enlarged lizard-like claws on its back, but also somewhat similar to human hands. Huge palm facing the sky He was holding it, and was constantly twitching and grasping it, almost touching the top of the pipe.

The cold-blooded vertical pupils trembled, and everyone felt that it was staring at them, so they couldn't help but backed away slowly, and Barbara even sat down on the ground.

Clayton's hand holding the cavalry knife trembled a little. He had never seen such a twisted creation. Even the giant Shaquille in the desert south of Loren was less than a quarter of the size of the giant snake in front of him.

Even if he transformed into a werewolf, this monster might still be able to swallow him in one gulp.

"What kind of supernatural creature is this?" he murmured, not expecting an answer.

"It's a one-eyed lizard python, a relative of the cockatrice, but it's not a supernatural creature. It's just a weird and rare underground beast—in a popular sense."

Julius answered the question with an ugly expression.

Even if it is a transcendent, if you compare it with other natural species, the result may not be good.

The so-called extraordinary is only beyond the level of the average individual of the group to which it belongs, just like the extraordinary warriors of human beings may not be able to wrestle with bears.

He tightened his grip on his wand, and tightened his grip on the bottle of special potion.

"Damn it, why are we fighting snakes in pipes?! Creighton! That's the danger you said before?!" He regretted listening to the other party's nonsense.

The lieutenant consciously lowered his voice to avoid being noticed by the giant snake: "My source of information never said that it was so fierce. From his description, I always thought that the creatures in the sewers were creatures that only moved on four legs and moved The sound should be huge, not like this."

Although its torso was shorter than his waist when it crawled, its slender arms were longer than his height.

Although the giant snake saw them, it didn't seem to be eager to attack, but raised its head slightly to observe, just as they did to it.

"Does it have any weaknesses?"

"Temperature may count as one." Even in the cold sewer, Julius's forehead was uncontrollably sweating. After he finished speaking, he quickly added: "But the one-eyed lizard python It doesn't hibernate, it's just driven out by the cold."

"It must be the spider's fault, Barbara!" Clayton complained, and then whispered the vampire's name.

The female vampire raised her hands in an attempt to radiate cold air, but was stopped by the mage again.

"Stop! Don't do that, it can't turn at all now, and it only has us in its eyes. The cold air you release can only irritate it, making it rush towards us recklessly."

Clayton had no experience in dealing with such beasts, so he could only ask in a low voice unwillingly: "Then what should we do?"

"Chop off its hands and climb over it."

The lieutenant stared at the giant snake, and its huge kissing lips, and considered the feasibility of this plan.

Julius thought he couldn't trust himself, and explained again: "The lizard python is a rare creature that can walk on its back, and it can move straight even on terrain that is not enough to move with its abdominal segments. It all depends on it Those lizard legs on the back, those hook claws have a strong grip and can crush granite, but when they're cut off, it's just a really big snake."

When the mage said this, he seemed a little hesitant: "Of course, my suggestion is to give up here and go home immediately."

Out of revenge, Clayton didn't listen to the latter suggestion at all, he was only thinking about the first half of the sentence.

Julius said it simply, but the snake had more than four hands, even more than the combined number of their hands and feet, and it would die if it was caught.And before touching them, they have to go through the snake kiss of the giant snake.If it is swallowed head-on, there is no need to think about the following things.

Clayton's lips twitched slightly, and he said a few words, but the mage didn't catch them.

"I'll get its attention, and you guys try to chop off its hands," he said finally, in a voice everyone could hear.

Black hair protruded from under the skin, and the bones of the face began to protrude forward. While deforming, the lieutenant threw away his coat and shoes. His body staggered a bit due to the weight of the left and right swelling, and he needed to hold on to the inner wall of the pipe , but soon regained its balance, only because the deformation has been completed.

The werewolf did not abandon his cavalry sword, which was the only tool he could use to hurt the opponent from a long distance.

The white curved bone toenails were carved on the inner wall of the pipe. With this kick, he leapt back to the top of the giant snake's head, grabbed the screw in the well above with one hand, swung the cavalry knife in his right hand downwards, and slashed heavily at the snake's head. On the python's skull, the scales were dented and cracked, and blood spattered out.

The giant snake raised its head and opened its mouth following his movement, but it had to close its mouth after being stabbed.

Clayton was not elated by this small victory.

On the contrary, after swinging this knife, he was convinced that no matter what the three of them did, they could not kill the monster.

The knife just now was close to his full strength, but the deepest part of the knife edge was far from the bone. The scales on his body were as tough as tanned leather, and the deep flesh and blood were strong enough to resist any attack, even poison. Can't come up with enough dose to poison it.

"Throw me one of its scales, and I can cast the curse of slowness on it." Julius didn't dare to step forward, so he could only shout from a distance.

Clayton yelled angrily: "Do you think I have extra hands?"

The giant snake raised its head, almost perpendicular to the ground, locked on to Clayton with its one eye, and clawed at him densely with coral-like palms on its back.At the same time, its huge erect body also blocked the light of the ore lantern in Barbara's hand, making the lieutenant almost plunged into a dimness that made it difficult to recognize the environment.

Clayton was out of sight for Julius and Barbara, who could only hear the lieutenant shouting through the snake wall.

"You might as well get Barbara up first, and make her move better than anything else."

Julius looked at Barbara, who stood up before he could make a difference, but still looked dazed.

"Can you give me one of its scales?" he asked kindly.

Barbara returned an innocent look, then rushed forward and stopped.

She is still afraid of snakes.

"Can you hurry up?!" The werewolf growled loudly in the dark.

Although only a few seconds had passed, it seemed to him that several minutes had passed.

His body is constantly crawling on the well wall above the pipeline, his sharp claws are almost blunted on the cement, and underneath are those basilisk hands that are constantly trying to grab him. If you want to avoid their pursuit, you have to keep moving , forcing them to interfere with each other.

Those palms and limbs look slender, but they are also compared to the snake body. In fact, they are as thick as the arms of Creighton's human figure, and they may be more powerful.

Clayton could of course cut one with a single blow, but at the cost of being instantly dragged off the concrete wall by a swarm of other arms.

Unlike what they had just expected, the upturned head of the giant snake almost separated their positions. Even if Clayton attracted those strange hands, Julius and Barbara couldn't cut them off, and all attacks would It was blocked by the thick and thick head of the basilisk.

For most creatures, the head is an absolute weakness, but the skull of this giant snake seems to be a natural rock-breaking machine, even the weakest part of the lower jaw is as thick as leather armor.

Normal attacks can't hit it hard at all, because the weapons they carry are all too short.

Even the most suitable stick and sword in Barbara's hand can only penetrate to a depth of one foot, and cannot damage the important parts of this huge creature at all.

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