Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 18 The Brave Knight Captain

Ivan's pupils shrank slightly, his face full of disbelief.

"why."

"Why were there were werewolves in the Middle Ages?"

No one answered his question.

But looking at the tyrannical eyes of the other party, Ivan will never suspect that this werewolf is planning to tear himself into pieces. Whether it is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, the important issue now is to survive first.

The door of the pantry opened with a "boom".

Compared with thatched huts and haystacks, people discovered for the first time that the homes of nobles were not so strong.

Ivan reacted faster, stepped back a few steps, and saw the appearance of the werewolf more clearly.

It looks even worse than in fairy tales.

Yellow-brown eyes, and a foul smell on the fur.

The black tendons are strong and formed into lumps. They are simply the best convex lens for archaeologists, and can easily reflect the cruelty in the bones.

"Don Serra Don La!?"

"Mr. Knight?"

Ivan was a little timid, and the pair of beautiful boots under him became useless.

He wanted to run, but he was afraid of provoking the opponent.

This is not to say that he is a guy without courage. In fact, compared with young people who are keen on extreme sports in later generations, Ivan's courage and brains are outstanding compared to the gangsters of this era.

But there are some things that man will never do better than his fellow man.

Don Serra stood motionless in front, with a pale face and a straight and dignified chest.

Compared with his brave performance, some people should reflect on their timidity.

"It's too late to be ashamed!"

"Mr. Knight has received military training and has the ability to fight danger."

Ivan's apology was completely vague, and he was more thinking about how to use this brute force knight to hold back the monster on the other side.

so.
It's time for him to run—!
The werewolf came out of the room, dusk lighting up the ends of his beard.

The long and narrow pupils were not affected by the light, but stared at the enemy in front of him more fiercely.

Tree branches ghosted Thoreau, crows circled in the sky.

The incomplete tranquility constitutes an atmosphere comparable to a place of death.

The only good thing is that the werewolf is not tall, only about 7 meters, which is less than Ivan's eyes.

"You can't run yet!"

"This vicious beast must have the hunting gene in its bones."

"If you turn around now, you might be recognized as a prey without a hand, and you might be the first to catch up and kill you. The best way is-wait. Wait until Don Serra When I started to resist, I ran away again, hoping that he could hold on for a little longer."

Ivan forcibly suppressed his desire to escape, and looked ahead from a distance.

He didn't dare to look at the beast, so he had to pin his hopes on Don Serra, and even planned to say a few words of encouragement: "Sir, I think you'd better fuck me."

Before he finished speaking, Don Serra fell headlong to the ground.

The werewolf showed a puzzled expression, as if wondering why he fell down before he touched him.

"What the hell are you pretending to be here?"

Ivan was dumbfounded at first, and his heart could be said to be burning with anxiety. He was too high on the psychological endurance of medieval Christians.

Don Serra fell to the ground.

His eyes were closed, and even his lips were askew.

dead.

The werewolf was not interested in this, only to see its cunning ears tremble slightly, and the slanted hair stood on end.

Its two blood-colored eyes stared at the only living person on the scene, or the only standing person.

Ivan was sweating coldly on his back. He had a feeling that the other party was looking for him.

Although the opponent's body is not tall, the werewolf's deformed body can always give people an overwhelming sense of oppression.

"Woooooooooo!"

There seems to be an engine installed in the werewolf's mouth, and what is linked with it is a stench almost like a fermented dung pile.

"Isn't it too late to play dead now?"

"Not only pretending to be dead, but it's too late to escape."

Ivan talked to himself, cheering himself up in his own way.

He knew he shouldn't run away, because judging from the strength of the opponent's hind legs, the werewolf was much faster than himself.If Ivan turned his head, then three seconds later, he would be torn to pieces by the opponent's claws without any defense.

What should I do?
What to do. What to do! ! !
Could it be that I'm really going to die——? ?
The strong sense of crisis caused his body to produce physiological emergency defense measures.

Adrenaline is secreted by the adrenal medulla, mixed with the blood that is about to boil, and circulated from the internal organs to other corners.

Nerve reflexes are improved and muscle efficiency is increased.

It was also at this time that he suddenly saw a mole on the position of the werewolf.

It feels so familiar.

But Ivan didn't have time to think deeply, he had to save himself quickly.

(End of this chapter)