The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 95 Unlucky is not an attribute that can be changed by race

"I heard a wolf say that he was about to starve to death, so he ventured out. That voice sounds like yours."

The black wolf was very sure, it stared at Creighton, its eyes were very similar to his, the pupils of the long canine face were much more dilated than that of a human, so it looked harmless.But putting that same pupil size on Creighton's human face would just make him look like a dead man.

This is very embarrassing.

Clayton subconsciously raised his hand to cover the hot scar on his right cheek that was heating up from the continuous healing, and the scar was now heating up because of the congestion on his face.

He just felt that he was very majestic when he shouted.

However, considering that I was imitating the cry of the wolf next to the farm, it seemed reasonable.

"That's right, I just happened to be hungry." He bent down against his will, picked up the dirt-stained rusk and looked at it, took a bite to show the other party, and put it in his pocket.

If he didn't eat at all, Clayton felt as if he was taking advantage of other people's kindness to do bad things.

"So why did you sneak into the Wandering Street Church? It's not safe for the darkin, is it?" he asked while chewing hard.

"Aren't you too, werewolf?"

The wolf chased its own tail around a few times, and lay unconscious on the ground, not at all worried that the servant would catch up.

Clayton knew that he also had a special smell, which was striking in the perception of the same kind with an extraordinary sense of smell.

"They invited me to find you." Clayton said, "You overturned the tombstone and ate the corpses here, ignored the priest's greeting, and bit the soldiers who came to drive you away. Now the priests here think that You recently became a darkin, and you want me to find you and kill you."

"Ah, this is the reason why you are looking for me. There is no need, really no need." The wolf flicked its tail, and the strong rancid smell moved with the wind, but there were no obvious wounds.

That being the case, Clayton's howl was obviously a trap, but it didn't seem to care that Clayton was lying to himself.

"why?"

"Can't you smell it? I'm rotting! In a week at most, I'm going to die. Whether you hate me or something, it's over in a week."

"Sorry, I've been seeing guys who are alive and kicking around with a rotten smell in the past few months, and I thought you were like them."

The black wolf suddenly became alert, pricked up his ears and raised his head: "You also met that witch?"

"Athena Prugget?" asked Clayton.

"I don't know her name, but it should be her." The black wolf got up, grunting with dissatisfaction in his tone, compared to the blistering grunt of a healthy wolf, its voice brought the quivering sound of mud Déjà vu: "I fell to this point because of her spell. Otherwise, I should still be a good hunter in the forest without worrying about food and clothing."

"Sorry, but I can't see anything. Could you please explain what's going on?"

The wolf looked at Creighton with some changes: "Guess who I am?"

"A talking wolf? Or a form of a werewolf?" Creighton speculated.

"I am a wolfwalker," replied the wolf.

This answer was unexpected, and Clayton was startled.

"I've never heard of beastwalkers talking."

"That's because very few beastwalkers have the opportunity and willingness to eat their own bodies." The wolf said angrily: "Eating half of one's own body can control part of the power, but even so, few beastwalkers will do so, unless They want to experience the pain of the soul, the wound that will never heal. But I have to, because the bloody witch has taken control of my body."

"I have been living in seclusion in the forest before, and when the train passed by, I picked up some discarded parts that were discarded from the car but could be recycled and processed along the track. It was the same day, but I met that bastard! She attacked me , left a mind control spell on my body, I didn't notice the specialness of her movements at the time, until at night, when I switched my body through falling asleep, my human body got up directly from the bed and walked out door. Can you imagine going out alone with your coat on?"

The black wolf's anger is indescribable: "After I switch to this body, I can no longer return to the human body. I walked with my active human body, wondering what the witch wanted it to do, and found that the The witch makes my body go to her strip club every day! On the night of returning from the club for the third time, my body was stabbed several times by gangsters. When I arrived smelling blood, I couldn’t save myself It's gone, so I had to eat it, but it was infected by other spells left by the witch, leading to the predicament that I'm about to die now."

Clayton looked queer, but he wasn't going to spend time chatting with the dude.

"Sorry. I have no problem with the way you dispose of your own corpse, but I don't see any reason for you to eat other people's corpses. Destroying human corpses is the main reason these priests hunt you down. If you don't do this, they may You won't find out until you die."

The wolf was inexplicably dazed for a while, then suddenly calmed down, and looked at Creighton with a look of relief: "This is another thing I want to say. I will do this, and it has something to do with your Presbyterian Church."

Clayton raised his hand and re-examined his own scent suspiciously.

"How do you know I'm a member of the Presbyterian Church?"

"Not the green handkerchief." The wolf reminded him: "It's the smell of the guy you know. You've seen Grogne recently, and there's no other forest spirit in this city except him. I used to be his employee too." , but retired from the Presbyterian Church a few years ago."

Creighton was the first to know what kind of race Grogne was.

Forest spirits are considered a relatively close race in legends. They often point out the location of wizards and doctors and herbal medicines, and occasionally tell some prophecies to brave men passing through the forest.

They are humanoid, with green hair and skin like bark, and are proficient in natural spells.Usually, he always likes to stay in the forest, aloof from the world, and there are at most three forest elves in a forest.

But this is the spirit of the forest spirit in the Middle Ages and beyond.

Gronier, who had given birth to more than 30 children, must have gotten used to the density of human society.

"Of course, it wasn't Grogne who made me do this, but the ghost."

Clayton vaguely remembered that he had communicated with similar beings before, and the wolf's words made him regain a sense of familiarity.

"Although I don't remember the specific words of communication between us, he told me how to take revenge on the witch." The wolf told the lieutenant confidently. "I'm not eating the corpse. Some of the meat may have entered my stomach, but this is not my main purpose. My purpose is to collect the spell marks on the corpse. Besides me, there are many people who have been affected by that witch. The influence of magic finally came to this cemetery. People who have been controlled by magic will have some residual traces of the spells on their bodies, and collecting them will allow me to develop resistance to that witch's magic."

Clayton understood it, and in a sense, they were still comrades in arms.

"I see, but how are you going to do it? You only have a week, and that witch is good at hiding."

As the lieutenant spoke, he suddenly found that the wolf stopped again.

There was no humanity in its eyes, its belly twitched like an old bellows, and its ears were no longer alert to the wind and birdsong.

It didn't even look like a living wolf.

"Are you still there?" Clayton asked tentatively, but the wolf didn't respond, so he had to reach out and push it.

At this moment, the wolf's soul seemed to be injected into the wolf's body again, and it came to life again, and its body shook violently, avoiding Clayton's approaching hand.

"Yes, I'm still there." It complained: "It seems that the time is too short now, I may not even have a week, even if I eat half of my body, it's not enough."

Clayton frowned: "It's less than a week, so how are you going to avenge that witch?"

He couldn't even find Athena's specific location now. Does this wolf walker hiding in the cemetery have any unique way to find her?
"The method is super simple, and everything is left to you." Wolf said.

(End of this chapter)