The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Lying on the ground without moving, Clayton turned his head slightly to estimate the size of the cave, which surprised him.

"So what happened? Why did you release me out of the original plan? And what is going on with this cave, you didn't dig it yourself, did you?"

The wizard was motionless, but seemed awake, so he asked again.

The ups and downs of Julius's chest suddenly became more violent. Instead of using his hands, he simply twisted his body and kicked himself back with his legs, supporting his back to straighten up under the support of the wall.

For what it's worth, he had the look in his eyes as if he was going to put Clayton in a pot.

"Dig it yourself?! You should know what you did!"

He couldn't see Clayton's expression, but he still looked at him stubbornly, because he couldn't vent his anger if he didn't do this: "You pull me to dig the hole together. You can do it by yourself, but I have to dig it, and you have to dig it." Checking for standard poses like it's some kind of teaching and I'm a biological pup who dies if I don't live in a cave, what the hell are you? A teacher model in a werewolf?"

Clayton was speechless, the questioning reminded him of Elder Daisy, and he still couldn't figure out what happened last night.

"So why was I released? I remember you were worried about the possibility of the ceremony failing."

"Isn't it? This prediction couldn't be more correct." Julius said coldly: "You lost control and killed a person, but I have already disposed of the body for you. His belongings are now in the Beside you, with your clothes, that's the extra price, and I think it's worth twenty quid."

Clayton turned his head, and he saw his own clothes, which were also covered with mud, so he couldn't see if there were other people's clothes underneath.

He was in no hurry to put on his clothes, and his energy was concentrated on the important matters mentioned by Julius.

"Is it appropriate for us to talk about the price when we go back, tell me now, who did I kill?"

His first reaction was no longer apology, the call of his ancestors still echoed in his mind.

Julius threw a handful of dirt at him before explaining: "A member of the Salvation Army who was passing by, you should remember them. But it has no consequences, I overheard their conversation, they are now rebels, everyone can kill them all..."

"Also, don't say I didn't try anything, his companions were all around, and there were a dozen guns, and they were walking to the ceremony venue. If I hadn't unchained you-you guessed a group What would a soldier with a gun do with a werewolf in chains?"

This was really unexpected, Clayton thought for a long time before he came back to his senses.Of course he couldn't blame the wizard, he would have chosen to do the same if he were in that situation.

It had nothing to do with him throwing the dirt back though, and he wasn't responsible for what he did while he was unconscious.

The wizard cursed at this move, and continued weakly: "Those people have probably arrived in Rhewo by now, and they may have lived in the room next to us. I heard from them that Professor Christopher arranged for them to stay there." The connector The connector is right, you heard it right, it is that Professor Christopher, my suggestion is that if possible, we'd better go back to the city as soon as possible."

"In your impression, am I a person who likes to take the initiative to cause trouble?"

After asking back, Clayton pondered for a moment, and explained the other party's thoughts in one sentence: "Oh, you want to sell this news within the validity period."

Julius didn't feel embarrassed at all, even if his idea was explained to him.

"Don't blame me for trying to earn extra money, but the salary you give is not enough for an alchemist's daily training expenses." The wizard knew that his employer's mood would not be too good without looking, but he was also in a bad mood, so it was completely useless The meaning of his eloquent tongue to adjust the atmosphere is just to continue with the work content.

"About the curse, what kind of information have you dug out from your own blood? Is it considered a success now?"

"It should be considered a success. We will talk about the specific things on the way. We will have to hurry up in a while."

Clayton dressed in the dark, and crawled out of the hole with the dead man's belongings.

Regarding the current situation of the Salvation Army, although he was surprised, he felt that there was no need to pay attention to it. These people were originally talkative and unlovable. If the soldiers were all robbers, the Sasha City Military Department seemed to have The idea of ​​abandoning them is just a lack of official documents. Now that these people have finally been classified as rebels by the military, it can be regarded as what everyone expects.

As for what trouble they could make in Gewo, Clayton wasn't very worried about it.

A real army can even be without guns, but it can never be without guns.

It is difficult for troops without artillery to gain the upper hand in small-scale conflicts with pure military literacy. If the Salvation Army has as few weapons as Julius said, perhaps without the assistance of Donna and Barbara, the locals themselves can subdue them.

Because of the "beast", Revo spontaneously formed an armed patrol force. According to his opinion, the firepower of the locals was enough to match this rout force.

And if their connectors are going to foot the bill for their supplies, then the best outcome is that they'll be fine.

As for who the connector is, they will know when they go back.

Whoever fights for the interests of these Salvation Army is the connector.

The luggage of a dead man is nothing, the only thing worth keeping by Clayton is a long rifle.

This breech-loading rifle is very common. Its name is the Fanny Universal Rifle. There is no distinction between military and civilian use. Clayton's gun license is just compatible with this gun.

A skilled gunner can use a Vani general-purpose rifle to fire twelve times in one minute, and its effective range is about one hundred yards. Innocuous, most shootouts are done in less than 1 yards and it's already far better than the guns that circulate in the country.

When he was within sight of the town, he dug a hole in the woods and hid the gun in case he needed it.

But to be honest, he was the only one willing to use this gun.

He had previously asked the wizards why they were unwilling to equip guns. Their reason was that the barrel contained a large amount of iron, and iron, a metal, had the effect of suppressing magic power.

The elemental taxonomy used by wizards to distinguish levels is precisely the most difficult substance for wizards to overcome from low to high.

Both Julius and Donna are only at the iron finger stage, and iron still has a restraining effect on them.

After burying the rifle, Clayton couldn't help feeling sorry.

"If both you and Donna know how to use guns, then I'll be much more at ease. I don't want to belittle your magic, but most of the combat magic you can cast doesn't work as far as bullets fly, and it's not as deadly."

"But the good thing is that it's quiet."

Julius swung his arms vigorously in the sun. He wanted to rely on this method to quickly regain the feeling of the ends of his fingers.
"Now that we can finally walk slowly and recover our strength, it's time to tell me what you saw during the ceremony. You should have learned a lot from your ancestors. I also want to hear what the previous werewolves would do. "

Clayton recalled what happened to his ancestors, and his mood suddenly became complicated.

"Uh, probably to help my sister find a husband, get married, have children, learn makeup, and travel by train."

"Sounds quite warm." Julius commented.

The antique dealer didn't know what to say, he didn't want to describe this effect.

"But it's time for you to learn the wolf language. Not to mention the application of the battle cry, the simple wolf language is also a very useful skill. In the future, you may be able to rely on this language to go to other cities to seek refuge with your relatives."

Clayton was even more embarrassed: "I haven't learned yet."

Looking at his expression, Julius obviously didn't believe his answer, and only regarded it as the other party's perfunctory means.

"You can always say a few words, at least a few simple ones?"

"I can't at all."

"Then how did your ancestors communicate with other relatives in memory?"

"They speak human language," Clayton replied.

Julius was silent, and the good news of that consequence was that they moved more consistently and were back in town earlier than expected.

After asking a local person, they found out that the arrival of the Salvation Army did not cause any uneasiness here.

Because the identities of the routers were not revealed, their safe passage through the wilderness at night also had a positive encouraging effect on the local population.

The connector that Julius overheard didn't even come forward to mediate. The locals directly sponsored the Salvation Army's free food and rooms, hoping that they would stay here for a while. If they can take the initiative to help hunt down the half-dead leather worker It's even better.

Even knowing that this may be a compromise formed by the locals out of anxiety that the leatherworker is still alive, Creighton can't help feeling ridiculous.

And when he and Julius went to visit Perrault's house, they saw Mr. Schmidt, the goatee, hurrying past on the street, with no apprentice hunter behind him. He had obviously just finished his night patrol and was about to go home to rest. .

However, the old man's complexion was not very good. Clayton went to greet him and got the same greeting.

"Well, Brother Schmidt, I heard that there are more gunmen in town. What do you think of these people?"

"What do I think?"

The goatee sneered, but this emotion was not aimed at Clayton: "Others think they are good people, and I say they are bad, but will others believe it? Those people fell asleep as soon as they came to town." I feel that the expression on their faces seems to be afraid of seeing people, and they are all carrying guns, if they are not a wanted gang of robbers, I will gouge out my eyeballs right now!" At the end, he actually pointed to shouted with his own eyes.

Clayton and Julius had known the identities of the Salvation Army for a long time, so they were not surprised.

However, this reaction made Schmidt feel slighted, and he punched the wall of the wooden house next to him angrily.

"You don't believe it, yeah, everyone thinks that old Schmidt is jealous, just because their guns are much better than our shotguns, and it seems more reliable to ask them to catch that leatherman than us, I admit it is Really, but these people don’t think about it, didn’t they rely on these outdated weapons in our hands to severely injure the monster before? They haven’t done a single inch of success here.”