The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

It wasn't Dorne, it was another language, but he could understand it anyway.

Clayton's eyes gradually returned to color, and his perspective seemed to be at an extremely high position.

He could see that under the blue and cloudy sky, the continuous and misty mountain peaks were located not far away, and the winding river was underneath. Dressed people gathered by the river to wash.

The owner of the perspective is looking there.

Clayton realized immediately that he was now viewing the memories of his own ancestors.

This was doubtless not Dorne's land, but Mensis's, and the light garments and bright plants he had never seen testified to a warmer region.At the same time, he noticed that this ancestor must have extremely terrifying farsightedness ability. From the angle of view, Clayton could even see a clear scene about ten miles away, which did not match his own ability. The environment and The conflict of reality made him feel dizzy like drunk.

He tried to turn his perspective to look at the person who spoke to this ancestor, but this was an illusion of the past, and he couldn't make Sakya make a move that deviated from history,

The female voice spoke again: "Sakya, your sister is here, don't you plan to welcome her?"

The ancestor known as Sakya finally spoke, his voice was similar to Clayton's, but more low-pitched, rolling in the air like the sound of thunder, and the scenery he was looking at was still beautiful and peaceful, unaffected by the low pressure here. Influence.

"Regard, you shouldn't be here, we have separated."

He didn't look back, and the woman behind him made a strange inhalation sound, as if she was laughing.

"I just visit my brother once in a while, you won't kill me for that, will you?"

Hearing their conversation, Clayton suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sakya doesn't seem to have much patience with her sisters.

"Say your intentions."

"The Batagons paid me forty oxen, and they asked me to do one thing. Prince Ergu of the Snatadians, who are hostile to them, is going to pass through our land. A hero who died a giant, they hope I won't let him out of here."

"He still has strength, but it won't be difficult for you to kill him."

"Yes, but I have another idea." The woman said: "I heard that Ergu is a rare and beautiful man. It would be great if he could stay and serve me. I just want to have a few of myself. I can kill him, but it is not easy to capture him alive under the siege of other followers, so I need you."

Clayton was shocked.

This woman was his ancestor's sister, and of course he was also considered his ancestor, and knowing that his ancestor was so wild and battle-tested, he still felt the surging impact.

"Regard, if you have too many children, it's time for the Batagons to ask others to kill us. They won't just sit back and watch a huge werewolf clan develop here." Sakya's deep voice echoed on the mountain.

"Food is limited every season. Our father ventured to open up territory just for the idea of ​​having more offspring, and finally fell into the trap of the shaman."

Riegarde ignored his warning.

"That's for later. If Elgu is as good as the legend says, our children won't be afraid of the Batagon people, and they will continue to pay us tribute for 1000 years."

Sakya was silent for a while: "This is the last thing I will do for you."

His sister also wanted to keep him.

"I can give you thirty cows, or thirty-five."

"That's not what I meant, Riegard, I'm leaving."

The woman's voice asked back puzzledly: "Where else can you go after leaving the fief that King Solomon gave us?"

Clayton was alerted that Solomon was the founder and ruler of the world's first empire, the "empire" of the Mansis.According to some rumors, this king was raised by wolf milk and has an unclear relationship with werewolves.

From what she said, it seems that the descendants of Solomon still rule here, and the First Empire has not yet been shattered.

That would be the end of the golden age.

He continued to listen patiently, and Sakya was not so accepting of Solomon's rule.

"Any place is fine. As for the fief, you know it's a joke. We still have to hunt and graze our own fief. Our distant relatives regard us as uncivilized wolves and imprison us here for them. Guarding the frontier against the Snatads, I can't think of a reason to be grateful to them."

"Oh, well, then after you leave, I will be the Marquis here."

Clayton could only hear a chuckle in Rygarde's voice, and it was clear that her brother's concerns were not something worth pondering for her.

"I allow you to occupy this place, but you can only come after I leave." Said Sakya, the lieutenant's immediate ancestor.

Raigard's voice approached unknowingly: "Of course, I won't be like those 'ruthless distant relatives'," she said vividly: "Even after you leave, I will reserve a place for you here Yes, you can come back and join us anytime."

Sakya's perspective finally started to work, and the voice also fluctuated.

"I said, Raigard, you should talk about this matter after I leave. Tianen Mountain is still my territory. It was not given to me by Solomon's descendants. It was taken by me!"

Clayton trembled from the bottom of his heart, and with the rotation of the perspective, he finally saw the appearance of Riegarde.

A pitch-black giant wolf is lying on a ruined wall. Judging from the patterns, it was once the sky temple created by the ancient Mansis people. The marble has been decayed into disrepair, and she is as comfortable as a god living in a niche. Lying on the moss-covered white base, the flirtatious yellow eyes are looking at it lazily.

Even though it was just an illusion, Clayton could still feel the soul-stirring power from those eyes.

When the giant wolf propped up its limbs, the rolling stone, which was bigger than a human body, was easily pushed away. Under the black fur, the great movements of the flesh and blood almost made Creighton bow down.

Without waking up, he also knew that his heart must be beating violently in his body in this world, which was a matter of course.The blood of the werewolf responds to the sight, to its ancestors, as the tide responds to the moon.

And when the angle of view climbed again, he realized that Sakya was the more powerful one.
The werewolf was curled up on the ground, and Julius could still vaguely hear the intense heartbeat and the abnormal heat from a distance of five yards.

The blood of the wolf is speeding up in the blood vessels, and the curse bestowed by tonight's moon phase is changing Creighton's body. The dirty blood bearing the foreign curse seeps out from his veins, soaking the ground, and has an unforgettable Fishy.

It appeared that the ceremony went well, and he speculated that the process could be completed within three hours.

Julius was filled with distress at the thought of having to wait several more hours.As the leader of the ceremony, he couldn't rest during this period, but he was not a darkin, and the upside-down routine day and night would hurt his health.

He looked at the werewolf lying on the ground with envy in his eyes.

These naturally bred darkborn can use the spell-binding ritual to sense their ancestors, but he failed to inherit his father's power. Even if he uses other methods to trace his blood, these detection methods will only be detected by the forest spirit's power. Naturally exempted.

He could only dream repeatedly of another sad woman who made her own life.

The desperate street girl, unaccompanied and addicted to drugs, finally chose to run to the forest to commit suicide. Grogne poured all her body and flesh into the Susheng pods that the forest spirits used for reproduction, and conceived But it's just another mortal.

Julius felt that he was merely the remnant of a failed spell, that he had inherited nothing from Grogne.

There was no love in his birth, not even desire, but some forest spirit transmuting dead animals into flesh.

Another half an hour passed after he broke free from his grief, he was bored, and he stretched out his hand and lightly clasped the tree stump he was sitting on.

"My dear friend, will you answer me?"

He has done this kind of behavior many times. From the hope that he would awaken the power of the forest spirit one day, to the hopelessness of knowing the truth later, he just regarded this behavior as a quirk to pass the time. In short, he has never get a response once.

A shock came from the tree stump under him.

Julius shook his body and jumped up suddenly, the horror in his heart was far greater than the surprise.

He knew he could never be a spirit, so it couldn't be that Stump was actually responding to him.

Something is approaching.

He reached out and wiped the blood in the cup for Clayton, and then wiped the remaining blood on his eyes, using it as a spell material to temporarily light up Night Eyes, and then he climbed up a big tree that had lost all its leaves Overlooking, he saw a group of people on the road heading this way.

No doubt they were passing through here.

Creighton Bello had to be hidden.

He got down from the tree, regardless of the werewolf's risk of losing control, he untied the chain directly and prepared to drag it away.

However, when he withdrew his hand, he accidentally touched Creighton's leg. The rich texture of flesh and blood had disappeared. The werewolf's muscular body became thinner at some point, and the temperature of his blood began to turn cold. It's just that lifting the foreign curse will not lead to such a result, which is only possible if the curse ceremony fails.

Julius pressed the werewolf's fur in disbelief. The black fur continued to sink under the force, and the flesh and blood underneath lost most of its elasticity.

He confirmed that the essence of flesh and blood under the skin is rapidly dissipating.If things go on like this, even if those people don't realize their existence, Clayton will die tonight.

Thinking of this possibility, he didn't care about the arrival of those riders, and kept thinking about what went wrong with this universal ritual preparation that had been tried hundreds of times.Eventually he came to the conclusion that the problem lay with Creighton himself.

Clayton Bello is a rare werewolf sealer.