The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Clayton soon entered the memory of another ancestor.

This ancestor is not like Sakya, it has no fixed lair and no companions, but has been wandering alone in the jungle, not speaking, not building a house, living like a real beast.

Go to the river to drink water when you are thirsty, hunt animals when you are hungry, find some medicinal herbs that may have a healing effect when you are injured, and go to a cave when you want to sleep, or dig a hole in the same place that is enough The big potholes live in it, and everything goes with the flow.

Without preparation for the future, and without communication with his own kind, this ancestor has always maintained the form of a werewolf, wandering aimlessly in the vast nature.

Until one day, it saw a long steel snake that could whine, and lived in the nearby forest in amazement.

Clayton didn't know what year this was, but he believed the memory came from a more recent werewolf.

The evidence is that there is a train in this memory, but it is a very old style, with a history of about 200 years. This kind of carriage does not distinguish between freight and passenger transportation. Passengers must stand in the carriage together with the cargo. Shen could also fall out of the side sliding door—but it was not life-threatening, this kind of old-fashioned train can't run much faster than a person, and passengers can usually climb back up.

His ancestor had been isolated from the world for a long time, and he maintained an attitude of awe and curiosity about humans and artificial objects.

It often hides in the forest. Once the foraging is over, it will go to the woods beside the railway track and use its good eyesight to slowly watch the approaching steam and smoke.

Observing trains seems to be a kind of pleasure for it, but as long as there are track maintenance workers, it will quietly hide further away, peeking at them like a shy girl, until those people leave here after work, it Only then will it happily run to the railroad track to find usable things left by passengers. Human food is what it likes, and the simple tools dropped by some workers make it even more fond of it.

Life is easy as hell.

The progenitor doesn't do much to fight powerful creatures, but Creighton fits in nicely into its perspective.

This kind of life and rest is almost the same as his usual work, and even later he figured out the simple mechanical structure and began to learn to do manual work.

Specifically, it's tearing down railroad tracks.

After four consecutive nights of hard work, the werewolf ancestor destroyed a long section of the railroad track during the working interval of the railroad maintenance workers, and successfully caused a train with six carriages to roll over beside the forest.

It wasn't until Clayton discovered that the ancestor was not surprised to see the train roll over that he realized that it was premeditated.

Learning from humans has destroyed its original simple life.

There were many passengers on the overturned train, but after the train derailed, they had to get off, carry their luggage and camp in the woods beside the tracks, waiting for the rescue of the railway operating company.

At night, the werewolf sneaked into their camp, but did not harm anyone, but stole some luggage and food, and took it back to its temporary lair to try it out. It even learned to use mirrors and perfume.

Clayton seems to be watching the rapid evolution of primitive people described in "Evolution" into modern humans.

However, in the age of Sakya, his ancestors were still able to communicate with people, and their conversations were also full of wisdom. I don't know why this generation has fallen to this point.

It must have been a very painful experience.

After realizing that the food was stolen, those humans had to find a way to go hunting in the forest, otherwise their food reserves might not be enough to last until rescue came.

The ancestor of Clayton did not stop there after the first theft, but continued to steal even more.Those mortals are wary of it, but it has a peculiar way of disappearing. It is not witchcraft or supernatural powers, but a technique composed of pure physical ability and experience-as long as there is a shadow, it can hide in and hide itself. shape, it is difficult to detect it without getting close, so it can still succeed many times.

Within a few days, their identities seemed to be switched.

Humans began to hunt in the forest with all their strength like primitive people, while Creighton's ancestors occasionally came out to spy on them, or to steal things, and stayed in their dens for the rest of the time, eating industrial canned food, and Fresh catch stolen from humans, and I no longer go out hunting.

This wonderful life ended when the railway company's rescue team arrived, and they left with weak passengers. Some people accused the forest of hiding monsters, but the people of the railway company didn't take it seriously, and did not send anyone into the forest to investigate.

After the track was repaired, Clayton's ancestors did not try to force the train to stop again. It just returned to its usual life, but it still came to see the train every day.

I don't know how many years later, some workers came to this forest to cut down trees, and opened up an open space for building a kiln for making charcoal.Creighton's ancestors left "home" here without regret after realizing they could not leave.

It only brought a little piece of naturally dried meat, and climbed a moving train in the dark.

It was light in hands and feet, and the passengers on the train slept soundly because of exhaustion. No one noticed that such a monster appeared above their heads.

On the top of the train, the strong wind blows the hair on the werewolf's face head-on, and the sound of iron wheels rubbing against the track and the sound of steam erupting can be heard.

Clayton could feel the ancestor's emotion, facing this unknown journey, he was as excited as an inexperienced child going on an outing for the first time.

It looked up at the gray clouds of steam in the dark night, which obscured large swaths of stars.

"Woohoo," it said.

Although its social level still has a lot of room for improvement, Creighton believes that with its learning ability, the future should be smooth.

It is already an achievement for the Bello family to last until now.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a burst of sadness for no reason, and the illusion in front of him suddenly began to annihilate, but he could feel that it was not because this piece of information was over, it was still being performed, but someone put the follow-up of this memory Blocked to viewers.

The one who does this is the master of memory.

Clayton couldn't help being surprised, he felt another piece of information being passed into his mind.

It is a gift from the ancestors.

Julius almost thought he was going to be eaten, but the irrational werewolf hesitated for a few seconds before biting him.During this period of time, they got along for a while, and the wizard had a werewolf smell on him, which made him feel puzzled.

This hesitation saved the wizard's life, because soon, the horse team coming from nowhere attracted the werewolf's attention.

The sound of the horse seemed to stir the werewolf's nerves. It gave up the meat in front of it, stepped back from Julius on all fours, and crawled towards the direction of the sound of the horse's hooves.

As soon as the claws left his body, Julius got up clutching his chest, turned his back to Clayton and left without looking back.

He just thinks that the farther away from here the better.

The sound of horseshoes was getting closer, but the forest was still silent.

After running for a few steps, the wizard still couldn't help looking back curiously. He saw the weak and thin werewolf standing up, holding a thick tree and peeping towards the road.

Its body was becoming more and more shriveled, and its flesh and blood were constantly being transformed into energy for sacrifice. Theoretically, this werewolf was frantic with hunger, but for some reason, he didn't immediately rush out to attack the horse team on the road.

Julius suddenly felt a little hopeful that maybe Clayton's sanity had returned, and he no longer had to think about how to explain the accident to Donna, or the more extreme method of escape—walking back to the city on his legs.

He turned back and whispered to the werewolf a few yards away, "Clayton, is that you now?"

The werewolf turned back and bared its fangs at him, with a dim yellow light in its eyes, which seemed to be some kind of warning, but then it no longer paid attention to the wizard, but concentrated on watching the riders who were about to arrive here.

Well, no. Noticing the murderous look in the eyes, Julius swallowed and remained silent.

He wanted to leave, but another voice inside seemed to stop him.

Why did Creighton retain this level of sanity after losing control?Since it didn't choose to attack itself, can he stay here and study this phenomenon?

It's a shame that a wizard can't control the accidents he creates.

Of course Julius had the idea of ​​redemption, but he only had time to think about it for a short while, and he didn't need to worry about the reality anymore.

The riders noticed the abnormal wind in this forest, and slowly slowed down as they passed by. Several of them dismounted from their horses and walked towards the forest.

It was too late for Julius to leave here. He lay down slowly and hid in a pile of fallen leaves, praying that these people would not find him.

At the same time, he saw that the werewolf on the side didn't move, but he lifted himself up slightly with the hand holding the tree trunk, and at the same time stood on tiptoe, making his body look extremely slender, perfectly blending into the shadow of the tree, and only turning slightly, he entered None of the few people who went into the forest to investigate had spotted it, even though the closest one among them was only less than five steps away from the werewolf.

The leader of the group carried a lantern, so Julius could see their attire without spells.

These riders of unknown origin were all wearing ill-fitting clothes, with long rifles on their backs, their expressions were extremely exhausted, and there was still unspeakable fear remaining. They just glanced around the open space without doing a detailed inspection. Then they all withdrew.

Julius heard their voices communicating.

"There is an open space inside, it looks like it has been opened up recently, obviously it was done by people, there are two iron chains on the ground, but there is nothing else."

One asked disappointedly, "Are you sure there is nothing else? If there are loggers working here, there should be camps in the woods. Maybe we can borrow their beds for a while."

The person who entered the forest just now was very unwilling to do this, and his emotions were abnormally intense: "We didn't see anything. If you think so, go in and see for yourself."