The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

"So, why did we come here so early to clear the space, we could have done it on the way back and just had the driver wait on the side of the road."

"The reason is now—we are hungry and thirsty after working, but Rewo not far away lets you know that you can eat some hot food later. If you come back to cut trees on the way back, then there is no sense of expectation." No more, or do you even accept cold and dry food?"

"It makes sense, you are so sweet."

"I thought this advantage of mine had already been made public."

"I'm mocking you."

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"To be honest, I was fine yesterday. Maybe the bad luck in me has dissipated. Or maybe this amulet really works."

"Impossible, neither is possible."

"How am I going to believe that this isn't something you made up to emphasize your own importance?"

"You just have to trust my professionalism."

"Really? I think you've only been in this position for two days."

"Sometimes people don't know if they are suitable until they actually get in touch with a job. Now I feel that I was born for this position."

"I hope you can keep this idea going."

The two of them were walking on the road covered with rotten leaves, and the woods on both sides were blowing from time to time with a gloomy wind.

There are ruts left by horse-drawn carriages on the road, so you don't need to bother to identify the direction, but there are too many twists and turns, and some long and crooked trees on the side of the road block the view, giving people the illusion that the road is endless.

The sun leaves the sky earlier in winter, and the endless dark sky makes people feel depressed.

In such an empty, cold and endless journey, they inevitably talked a little more, otherwise it would not be enough to relieve loneliness.

Just when it was getting dark, the fire in the forest made them stop chatting at the same time.

There is a common saying that has been used thousands of years ago and is still valid today.

"There are many bandits in the deep forest, and there are many ghosts in the castle."

Unlike cities in the countryside, towns in the countryside still have electrical equipment for lighting at night, allowing workers to take turns on duty.There are only candles and oil lamps here. When it gets dark, everyone will just retreat home, so as not to crash into a pit at night. At this time, the long journey is at most going to the tavern or the open-air toilet, and it is almost impossible to leave the gathering place. Behavior.

This is especially true in winter, when it’s time to stay home and enjoy yourself.

All in all, a flare at this point in time is anything but unusual.

Clayton was in the upper air, so he didn't smell the stranger in advance. He tried to hide the axe, but the idea came too late. People surrounded them.

There were about a dozen of them, holding pitchforks, hunting knives, long and short muskets, and even bows and arrows on their backs. These people watched Clayton and Julius warily, especially Clayton. ——His size and the long-handled ax on his shoulders are too conspicuous, and the former is just a special hairstyle.

Contrary to their attitudes, Clayton was relieved. With an ax in one hand, he raised his left hand to greet them.

"Good evening, gentlemen."

The robbers didn't look at the two of them with vigilant eyes. These people should be local townspeople patrolling at night.

It's just that the danger here is unknown.

"you're good too."

The oldest-looking man in the armed forces responded, about 50 to [-] years old, with an extremely long goatee, and his voice was also mild.He glanced at Clayton, who was unusually tall, and then at Julius, who had unusual green hair, and the words flowed from his throat.

"Where are you from?"

"We came from Sasha City to collect some old objects, handicrafts and so on. We hired a carriage and came along the main road before, but we found that the forest here looks really beautiful, so we took a leisurely trip and wanted to spend some time in the shade of the forest. After a while, let the coachman take the carriage to your town first, if you go out late, you may have seen him."

Clayton knew that in order to reassure them he had to tell everything, and the countryman might not have much knowledge, but he had an austere questioning spirit.

This coping method worked. A young townsman leaned over Goatee and whispered in Goatee's ear. Clayton heard him say something about the coachman. Someone did indeed see a carriage entering town in the afternoon.This evidence made Goatee relax some of his vigilance, but he still had a grudge about the long ax in the hands of the antique dealer.

"Then what are you doing with such a big ax?"

"This is the trend in the city." Julius stood up and insisted.

He put his hand on Clayton's shoulder, like a tailor shop owner introducing his own work on the model: "Look, isn't this ax in my friend's hand more elegant than an ordinary walking stick? Of course , you can rest assured that this ax is completely a decorative work, and no one will use it to hurt people."

The tall and handsome Clayton and the beautiful gilt pattern on the blade made the townspeople reluctantly believe this statement, but their attitudes changed slightly, and they were not so respectful.

"The people in the city have so many tricks."

Goatee muttered and waved at them, quite impatiently.

"It's getting late, hurry up and enter the town along the main road, the night outside the town is very dangerous."

Following the leader's speech, the others were no longer on guard, and put down their weapons more loosely, but did not put them away in an easier way.

Clayton was not in a hurry to move. He looked at their weapons and asked, "What danger is there at night outside the town? What are you gathering a dozen people with weapons for? Do you also want to hunt at night?"

This question caused the townspeople to show angry expressions, but this emotion was not aimed at him.

Goatee laughed.

"Hunting, yes, we're going to hunt werewolves."

There was no visible change in Clayton's face, but his back was straighter.

Julius let out a low chuckle from a little behind him, and said to Clayton in a voice that the townspeople could not hear: "It seems that your bad luck has not dissipated, and that amulet is useless."

"And wizards." Goatee looked at Julius.

The mage's smiling voice stopped abruptly.

"Are you sure that bad luck is not contagious?" Clayton turned his head slightly and asked Julius.

Julius couldn't refute, he could only curse bitterly.

However, the goatee is not finished here: ".Leprechaun, Ugly, Vampire Bird, Ground Worm, Angry Snake, Selin, Wyvern, Ax Hound, Belly Swallow, Pazuzu, Kobold "

He pronounced one unusual name after another in a flat and slow tone, endlessly.

Obviously, killing werewolves and wizards was not their ultimate goal, they just happened to be the top two in the long hunting list of these townspeople.

If they could do it, it would be almost like creating a mass extinction event.

Clayton was moved. He pressed his left hand falsely to signal the opponent to pause, and then asked, "Are you going to kill these creatures?"

Goatee stopped signing up.

"Not sure yet," he said.

"Why are you not sure?" The antique dealer asked him back.

"Because we don't know what that 'beast' is yet, if we have seen it, we can tell you what we are going to kill right now." Goat Hu said: "That beast appeared more than a month ago, once it appeared It kept attacking our animal shed at night. So far, it ate three of our cows, two sheep, and six dogs. The corpses were lost to nowhere, leaving only bloodstains all over the ground in the animal shed. And it hasn't been bumped into yet, so no one knows what it is. We just gave it a name - 'the beast'."

Clayton stroked his beard: "Rewo's beast."

Goatee nodded: "It's nice to call it that, as if it's also from our hometown, but...it's better to die soon."

He looked up at the increasingly dark sky, and urged, "It's getting late, hurry up and enter the town, we will continue to patrol, so as to keep this beast out of the town tonight."

"Will it work?" Julius asked him.

Goatee tilted his head as if shaking his head, quickly turned back, and told him seriously: "It's better to form a patrol team than to do nothing, and if we're lucky, we might be able to kill it tonight. "

For a moment Clayton and Julius couldn't tell whether they were pessimistic or optimistic.

After answering this last question, they did not want to talk any more, and soon they said goodbye to the two travelers, and continued to walk in the woods with torches.

Julius and Clayton walked a certain distance, the former couldn't help but look back, and said.

"Look, they're pretty serious. It looks like there's such a thing."

"I think what they say is true, otherwise they would be too leisurely to stay away from the warm fire and go outside to blow the cold wind this season just to make up stories to deceive foreigners." Clayton said.

"But it has nothing to do with us. We won't stay in Rewo for a long time, and we spend most of our time in the daytime. The probability of being attacked by it is pitifully small."

Rewo's beast should exist, but what it is is still unknown. Clayton guessed that it might be some kind of well-developed nocturnal leopard, or some kind of beast mutated under the influence of the dark moon.In winter, all creatures are food-crazed, especially the voracious carnivores.

There should be similar creatures in the forest of Sasha City, but the military has been dealing with them.

Julius was very dissatisfied with his attitude.

"No, we should pay more attention. You are facing bad luck. If it sneaks around the hotel tonight, it finds your room and breaks in through the window"

"Then I just have an extra meal." Clayton said coldly, he was hungry.

Julius was speechless.