Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

The stone sculpture located in the deep and dense forest made a slight sound, and the stone door carved on it was magically pushed open.

This is Glenn's second time here.

The corpses of the ogres had been cleaned up by unknown beasts, but the air still had a stench of decay.

Glenn just frowned. This time he mainly wanted to go into the main city called Kailadria to take a look.

While getting to know the housing prices there, visit a magic material exchange.

"Let's clean up the area when we come back." After he said this, he ran towards the main city like last time.

As one of the largest cities in the kingdom, Kailadria has a more dense flow of people in and out than most main cities.

Therefore, there are a large number of soldiers and knights from the kingdom guarding the city gates, and they have mastered many means to accurately identify evil things.

So originally a werewolf like Glenn would not be able to sneak in, but he has now "hid" the wolfsbane.

Entering the city required a permit issued by the local authorities, but Glenn did not have one, so he hid in the cargo of a caravan.

Fortunately, those soldiers and knights only focus on detecting evil objects and are very lenient with other things.

Once it was confirmed that there were no evil objects in the caravan, they were allowed to pass immediately.

Glenn waited among the pile of goods for half an hour after leaving the city gate and finally slipped out without anyone noticing.

He stood on a street, looking at the large buildings around him and the black smoke rising from the factory in the distance, wondering which way to go.

The flow of people in the main city was much denser than the original owner had imagined. Most of them were middle class, and everyone was in a hurry.

The noise of voices was so deafening that Glenn couldn't make out any useful information.

At this time, a young man wearing a peaked cap walked by, and Glenn called out to him: "Hey! Buddy, can I ask for directions?"

"Sorry sir, I'm in a hurry." The other party just said hurriedly and left.

Glenn sighed, and just as he was about to continue looking for someone to ask, a boy's voice came from the side: "Excuse me, sir, do you need a guide?"

He turned around and saw a brown-haired boy of about sixteen or seventeen looking at him.

"Yes, I really need it."

The brown-haired boy immediately showed a happy expression when he heard this, "Sir, what are you looking for? I am familiar with this area."

"Let's negotiate the price first. You shouldn't be a guide for free."

Glenn was not in a hurry because this place was close to the city gate. He just planned to finish what he needed to do nearby, so he should be able to go back early.

The main city is so big that there is no way to explore it all, so there is no need to go deep into the center...he thought.

The brown-haired boy hesitated, and after taking a last look at Glenn, he smiled and said, "Twenty copper coins for an hour will be enough, sir."

It's still charged by the hour, but the price is quite high, but acceptable... Glenn paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "Take me to the nearest magic exchange first."

Hearing this request, the boy was stunned for a moment, with hesitation flashing in his eyes, but he looked at Glenn again and became determined again.

"What's wrong? Don't you know the way?" Glenn naturally noticed the change in the other person's expression and just asked.

"Of course I know, sir. It's just that it's best to go there by a horse-drawn carriage, which can also save you time." The young man said very sincerely.

"Okay, you can call a carriage, and I'll pay for the fare." Glenn seemed unconcerned.

"Yes, sir!" the brown-haired boy said, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Glenn found a nearby bench and sat down.

After a while, the young man came in a carriage that was more exquisitely decorated than Dude's and stopped on the road in front of Glenn.

"Please get in the car, sir!" the brown-haired boy greeted.

Glenn and the coachman agreed on the price before getting on the carriage.

……

Filner.

It was an ordinary afternoon like any other when a slight earthquake suddenly occurred.

On Hank's farm, the workers who were working were frightened and ran to an open space.

However, the earthquake only lasted for a few seconds before it subsided.

Everyone stared at each other in amazement and waited for a long time, and only started working again after they were sure that there would not be another earthquake.

What they didn't know was that in the wilderness several kilometers away from the farm, a hundred-meter-long crack had appeared in the ground.

A laughter that made the surrounding creatures tremble with fear came from the crack.

At the same time, in the police station in Dude Town, a police officer rushed into the sheriff's office with a telegraph code.

When Dougli saw the object in the police officer's hand, he snatched it away and began to interpret it carefully.

The telegraph has been invented in this world and is now only used for emergency communications among some special official agencies.

And every time information is sent down via telegram, it must be something worthy of the attention of the people below.

Due to limited conditions, police stations like Dude's do not have special decoding personnel, and all decoding is done personally by the police chief, a "cultured person".

After interpreting the contents of the telegram, Dougli couldn't help but tremble his hands and look dazed.

The content of the telegram is:

Suspected demonic invasion is approaching, emergency evacuation is organized!

Dougli calmed himself down and turned around abruptly, saying, "Gather all the police officers! Remember! I said all! In the square outside the station! Quick!"

The police officer didn't dare to delay, said yes and turned and ran away.

And Dougli hurried to the room where the telegrams were kept.

He also had to send a telegram to confirm whether someone would be sent down to deal with the matter.

But his worries were unnecessary.

This is because, ever since the upper-level fortune teller predicted that the demons would appear within the kingdom, the entire kingdom's top brass immediately took it seriously.

Regardless of whether the results were accurate or not, they had to be prepared. They could not afford the consequences of a successful invasion by the demons.

In addition to the Knights Templar and the Magic Alliance, the only church allowed to exist by the kingdom, the Church of Saint Saviour, will also send combat forces.

In a spacious hall, several gorgeous pillars carved and polished from precious giant monster bones support the dome, and the dome is engraved with complex and beautiful magic runes.

The floor of the hall was as smooth as a mirror, with rich elemental and magical energy flowing through it.

A group of people wearing white robes knelt devoutly, guarding an old man in the middle who was sitting cross-legged with his hands in a hugging gesture.

He is the man with the highest attainments in divination in the kingdom and also a general of the kingdom. People call him the Man in White.

Fortune tellers can also be considered magicians. After all, divination is also a kind of magic. It’s just that they only focus on studying the art of divination, and finally form a unique category.

The man in white dedicated his entire life to the art of divination, which not only helped him rise in status, but also enabled him to predict the enemy's moves through divination, made repeated military exploits, and became the "victorious general" of the kingdom.

At this time, they were performing a divination ritual, which was created by the White-robed Man and could greatly dispel the confusion of divination.

The demons had obviously made sufficient preparations for this invasion and used many anti-divination methods, but the man in white still discovered something unusual.

After reporting to their superiors, the men in white confirmed it again using a safer method.