The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 204
In the dark night in the wild, human voices are particularly harsh.

Someone mediates the conflict.

"That's enough. If we don't have a camp, we can continue walking. We are only two or three hours away from the town of Rewo. As long as we get there, we can rest as much as we want."

Julius guessed their identities in his heart, and at the same time paid attention to Clayton's movements. The latter remained motionless, and his breath became weaker and weaker. He almost thought that the other party was dead, but he didn't.

The occasional light in the yellow wolf's eyes proved that it was not only alive, but also had extraordinary considerations for these uninvited guests.

It seems to be thinking about how to attack them.

But how is this possible?

Just as Julius was thinking about this weird move, he suddenly heard someone from the group ask again: "Since we've come this far, should we still do what that person said?"

Another asked, "What do you mean?"

"We can go a little further north and leave by boat. When we arrive in other cities, who will know us?"

"Then stay incognito for the rest of your life? We are rebels now, and the arrest warrant is almost the highest. If we do what the university professor said, at least we can get a legal new identity."

"You believe what he said, aren't his followers still wanted by the kingdom? They provoked the incident first, and we were punished, and they suffered the same heavy losses as us when they faced those ascetic monks." Saying this of people acknowledge their current predicament with great reluctance.

"But when they didn't do anything, the people from the kingdom's intelligence department didn't recognize them, and they knew how to stop the devil's call in our ears, that's enough. So stop your mother's nonsense, hurry up Get on the horse, we have to go as far as possible before the new arrest warrant is announced, if Professor Tinola didn't lie to us, we will have a contact person in Rewo who can help us get rid of the pursuers."

Christopher Campin Tenora?

Hearing this familiar name, Julius's breathing was a little heavy, but he quickly adjusted and suppressed his breathing more and more.

He heard the rubbing sound of a human body pressing against the horse, and the horse neighing in discomfort and vigilance.

He was a little worried that the livestock would find the werewolf, their sense of smell was very good, but when he carefully felt the environmental factors, he found that the wind direction was in his favor, and the werewolf had already taken advantage of this advantage and stood there without panicking.

Julius relaxed a little, he heard someone complaining in the mixed voice-"If Second Lieutenant Charles was not dead, those bastards would not dare to attack us, we sweated and bleed for the kingdom, but because of this Curse and drive us all to death, what a bunch of beasts!"

Lieutenant Charles?
The second familiar name made Julius startled. This was the Salvation Army chief who died at the hands of Athena before, which meant that these people were members of the Salvation Army.

The brains of these people are indeed not normal, but the military department of Sasha City has begun to eliminate these people?
This seems unnecessary, right?
"Fool, that has nothing to do with the voices we heard, at least not entirely. They found us guilty precisely because those people spoke to Sergeant Lai Min, and they suspected that we joined those people. Well, now it's as they say willing!"

Thinking of Christopher's past misdeeds, Julius suddenly realized that what happened to this group of deserters might be related to the Doom Seeker sect Christopher was involved in.

Those believers believe that the doomsday is coming, and they must make all preparations to survive the disaster before that, and have done all kinds of insane actions for this, including but not limited to attacking the army, preaching near the church, and trying to convince others that the doomsday is near And deliberately creating disasters and other behaviors, so they are wanted in all countries.

Rewo has their connector, who would it be?

He wanted to hear more, so he could find more evidence to prove his point, but the riders stopped talking, and they had to start again.

The werewolf finally moved. Its body leaned out from behind the tree, holding the trunk with only one hand to maintain the balance of the standing posture, and none of the riders turned their heads.

This is not a coincidence, these deserters are already very tired, their number is more than the number of horses, there are nearly [-] people squeezed into a dozen or so horses, and many horses are pulled out before they are saddled, so the two Those who rely on the latter must firmly hold the person in front to stabilize their bodies, and there is still one hand free to hold a weapon. It is impossible for them to turn around.

With such a bloated and tired team, even knowing the dangers, it is not easy to prepare in advance.

The werewolf stared at them from behind the tree.

At this moment, it is not like a wolf, but more like a snake.

The skinny black body was almost exhausted, the bones under the fur protruded, allowing people to see the outline of the bones, the posture and expression gave people a sense of coldness, entanglement, and overly sinister.Even if Julius couldn't see its face, he could feel the overflowing malice.

Julius also tried to stand up, and he could see that his goal was the horse farthest in the line.

The horse had no saddle, and behind the rider was a tight package of sundries. I don’t know what was put there, but the heavy share and the mismatch of equestrian equipment forced the rider to fall to the end, and the long rifle was also slung behind him. in an inaccessible posture.

The riders didn't notice the abnormality behind them, they just kept silent and focused on urging the horses under them.

Rewo is not far away, this fact makes them dispel a lot of vigilance.

With the urging of the horseshoes, the frequency of the hoofs hitting the ground gradually increased, and they were getting farther and farther away from the open space, and soon they were sixty yards away.

The werewolf suddenly moved, it was ejected, the moving figure was almost connected into a black line, as light as a bullet, but in the blink of an eye, it passed behind the last rider, when the poor man didn't notice He swung his claws out.

The sharp black claws cut into the back of the neck. Before the rider could react, his head drooped to one side and his body fell forward.

None of his companions noticed the attack, but his mount noticed the strangeness of its master at the first time, and gradually slowed down its four-hoofed pace.

Without any hesitation, Julius raised his hands and used the index fingers and thumbs of his left and right hands to form a triangular space to include the figure of the horse. With the assistance of the stable triangle, his mental power directly crossed this not short distance to attack the horse's body. consciousness,

It shook its head, and before it could bark once, its back was inserted by the werewolf's claws, and the Moon's Familiars hung on its side, and a mouth full of fangs bit the soft and defenseless belly.

Blood and viscera slid out of the belly violently due to gravity, and the horse first fell to its four hooves, then tipped over to the side.

The rider, luggage, and even the werewolf on it all fell off.

Until now, the companions of the dead rider still failed to notice the situation of the companions at the end. The sound of horseshoes and the wind in their ears after speeding up have paralyzed their ears that were already dull due to fatigue. They did not expect that their companions would be hurt The attack was so deadly and swift that the victim died without a sound.

Maybe it will be during the next break that they will find out that someone has fallen behind.

As these people went away, Julius also carefully emerged from the woods and walked to the road.

Half of the werewolf's body was pressed under the horse, but it didn't intend to break free, it just hugged its prey and ate it.Compared with humans with many bones and complex structures, it obviously prefers large livestock that can eat meat without spitting out bones. They are both nutritious and delicious.

In the army, military horses often receive better care than soldiers. These plump meat and fresh internal organs have restored a lot of energy to werewolves.

It tore out the weakly beating heart from the horse's body cavity, stuffed the organ known as the source of life into its mouth and chewed, and Julius saw its body re-inflate almost visible to the naked eye.

"Eating the heart will increase the strength of the werewolf." Julius couldn't help recalling the content of Strauss' monsterology class.

It wasn't immediate, of course, but Clayton's body was noticeably stronger than before.

It hasn't returned to the way it was before the confinement ceremony, and the fur still looks loose, but Julius can see that the newly grown muscles under the black fur are denser than before, and its movements are more dexterous than before - but this may also be because it is more familiar with this body than before, and has no scruples.

The werewolf gradually stopped eating. Its body has not fully recovered, but its belly has been swollen and deformed, and it needs a little time to digest.

It crawled out from under the dead horse, turned its head and saw Julius, made a thoughtful expression (the wizard thought it had an expression), then turned around and stretched out its hands, and pulled the dead horse's head off Throw it in front of him.

"Can you detect my witchcraft?"

Julius's face shuddered, which surprised him more than the friendliness of the out-of-control werewolf.

It wanted to eat him not long ago, and now this abnormal behavior can only show that it has noticed that it has helped it. Clayton could not do this before. This is proof of enhanced inspiration, and his curse ceremony should not fail.

So what is this situation?
He briefly gave up thinking, held the horse's head in his hands, tried not to let the blood get on his clothes, and then gnawed on the broken neck.

Eating raw horse meat is not a challenge for the alchemist, and he is also tired and needs something stimulating to refresh himself.

Seeing him do this, the werewolf nodded approvingly, and let out a low grunt from his throat.

Julius smiled back naturally.Now that the werewolf was no longer hostile to him, he might be able to wait by its side until dawn to see if the man who had recovered by then was Clayton Bello, or a savage who could only act on instinct.

The abnormal reaction of the sealer to the confinement ceremony, this phenomenon is definitely worth studying!
Thinking that the success of his research might cause a sensation in Strass, Julius forgot the possible danger, and his smile on the werewolf became more sincere.

Clayton Bello awoke in the cave shortly after sunrise.

He saw Julius leaning against the corner of the cave, the wizard with his eyes open, but his chest heaving only a little better than a dead man's, and his hands covered in dirt.

(End of this chapter)