I Captivate the Player

The young man from a foreign country was noncommittal, he just continued to ask: "Is the black sword you mentioned just now the one on my back?"

Everyone else in the tavern looked over, and they found that there was really a black two-handed sword on the back of the stranger, and it just looked very oppressive.

The old drunkard asked suspiciously: "What are you talking about? This sword really looks a bit like... Could it be that you are undead? You were the one I saw at the beginning?"

Everyone in the tavern was taken aback for a moment, and they looked at the table of foreigners in horror.

As a result, those few foreigners actually laughed, and none of them denied the old drunkard's statement.

Undead!

monster!

The townspeople fled to the other side of the tavern in fright. They huddled beside the old drunkard, trembling, even the few fledgling mercenaries were no exception.

There was a table of people sitting at the door, and everyone wanted to escape, but they didn't want to be the first to run to the monster.

The old drunkard remained silent, his expression turned livid.

The young man continued: "You are the brave hero who ran away, I thought I couldn't find you, well, it seems that this is your permanent residence.

"No wonder there are rumors of werewolves in the nearby villages, but only in this small town. I thought it was because werewolves like to stay in places with few people, but now I understand that it is actually the reason why rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests."

After hearing these few words, the townspeople felt more and more that something was wrong. They looked at the old drunk who was squeezed in the middle, and saw that the hair on his body became thicker and thicker at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Fuck."

The hearts of the townspeople were broken, and they ran towards the left and right sides of the tavern one after another. These people dared not approach the undead nor the werewolves.

There are monsters on both sides.

"You guys don't do anything, it's just a level 37 elite monster, I can do it alone."

The young man stood up and untied the big black sword on his back. This sword is really oppressive, its color is like the night.

"Black Singer" moved his body, stepped forward confidently, and stared at the werewolf in front of him.

"bring it on."

The body of the "old drunkard" began to mutate. It gradually swelled from emaciated to strong, with vicious white teeth growing on its long mouth, and its eyes gradually turned blood red.

"Undead!"

The werewolf lowered its body, nearly landed on all fours, and roared angrily. It suddenly rushed forward at a very fast speed, and an ordinary person would never be able to react.

Sword in the shoulder.

A large amount of blood flowed from the werewolf's shoulder, and it subconsciously took a step back because of the pain. Immediately afterwards, the injury on the shoulder began to heal quickly.

However, the "Black Singer" standing in front of the werewolf did not swing his sword vigorously, he just put the sword in front of him when the opponent sprinted.

"Black Singer" recalled Heishi's statement that combat is observation, and experience is the foundation of strength. If you rely solely on skills, you will never become a strong person, and you must really study hard.

"You guys can control your body to a very fine level after the second grade, and with the so-called 'skills' to assist you, learning to fight is many times faster than ordinary people. If you don't learn a little real It’s such a pity.”

"Come again."

"Black Singer" challenged the werewolf.

The werewolf tried to rush to the front of the "Black Singer" several times, but every time it made a slight move, it was stabbed, and seven or eight bloody wounds were opened as if it had been bloodletted.

The blood red and madness in the werewolf's eyes gradually faded, replaced by inexplicable fear, and the "undead" in front of him stood still without moving a single step...

He is like a mountain of sharp knives, untouchable at all!

The werewolf was frightened, it suddenly roared, landed on all fours, turned around and ran, its huge body broke through the wall of the tavern in an instant, and ran towards the outside of the town.

"Quick."

In the eyes of the townspeople, the young man's body suddenly caught up with him at a faster speed.

No one could clearly see what happened in the next moment. The extremely sharp black sword drew a line in mid-air, and precisely cut off the werewolf's head.

"In a calm mood" walked over, looked at the corpse on the ground, and asked, "How did it run last time? It obviously couldn't run you."

"Because, there was still a girl alive in the tavern at that time, and I just wanted to save lives..."

"I see."

The townspeople took advantage of this opportunity and basically ran away, and the mercenaries didn't run away although they were trembling. They actually knew that they were going to meet the "undead".

"I am your employer, the so-called undead in your mouth, bring the things now."

"well."

The mercenaries were very scared, and they quickly handed over an ordinary iron box to the "black song cutter" and left quickly.

"Is this what we want?"

"Calm down" asked "Black Singer", who said: "Well, this is a very important task item, a special liquid that Samael asked for by name, maybe it is needed for alchemy."

"Black Singer" saw many people coming out of the town with torches, shook his head and said, "We can't stay here anymore, let's leave quickly, and change our faces in the next alchemy circle."

The player and his party left the town, and when the local townspeople came back, they were surprised to find that the werewolf's body was beyond recognition, and the cruel undead dismembered it, and took its fur, heart and bones.

Werewolves are monsters and very scary.

"Undead" is even scarier, more monsters!