Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Glenn, whose body gradually shrank and transformed into a third-level werewolf, looked at the five red-clothed weirdos who no longer had any life. "They are really crazy..."

The pillar made of red silk was still in the center of the square. Seeing Glenn turning around and walking towards it, it immediately screamed hysterically:

"Don't come over here! You can't kill me! You can't--!"

Glenn didn't care about the other party's madness. As he approached, he heard the sound of a griffin flapping its wings in the distance.

Glenn didn't dare to delay. He transformed into a level 5 werewolf again, carefully pulled up the pillar in front of him along with the children, then carried them on his shoulders and ran to the other side.

He circled around and eventually headed towards Bayek.

He could already feel the hunger in his stomach, which was enough to affect the rationality of most people, but he remained calm on the surface.

He was not discovered by any irrelevant people along the way.

When he arrived in the town, he hurriedly said hello to his family and ran straight into the depths of the town.

"Werewolf! Where are you taking me?! Let me go!"

The red pillars kept chattering.

Glenn didn't want to talk to him any more. The familiar blue-gray house ahead was already in sight.

The door creaked open, and Black Crow came out to greet him as if he knew Glenn was coming.

"Black Crow, this..." Glenn was about to explain something when the other party just nodded.

Glenn choked.

I only heard the black crow say: "I roughly know why you are here."

"Then... do you have any solution?" Glenn asked.

He didn't want to leave any hidden dangers this time, and he didn't know much about magic, so he didn't know if the children on the pillars could be saved.

"It's you!" The red pillar seemed to have noticed the black crow at this moment, and he said in a terrified voice.

They actually know each other? ... Glenn looked at them in turn, surprised.

The Black Crow had no intention of talking to the Red Pillar, he just looked inside the house.

Dry branches and vines were sticking out from the house, and then Mrs. Legila's gentle voice was heard: "Give it to me."

"And you?! Legila?! Impossible! You should be dead!? No! Don't touch me!" It seemed like something was wriggling in the red pillar, but it couldn't break the silk.

Glenn did not hesitate and gently placed the huge red silk pillar on the branches.

The seemingly thin branches easily lifted the pillar, which seemed not light to Glenn.

"No! Please! Let me go! I don't want to die! I have many uses! I can help you!"

The branches grew rapidly, and soon completely wrapped around the pillar. The sounds coming from it became weaker and weaker.

"Those kids..." Glenn reminded.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine." Mrs. Legila said gently.

Glenn stared at it without blinking. He would never get tired of watching this magical scene no matter how many times he watched it.

I don't know how much time passed, the entangled branches fell off one after another, along with the silk. The originally scarlet silk seemed to have lost nutrients and became extremely dull.

The pillars had disappeared, and the twenty or so children were dropped to the ground by the branches.

In addition to these, there was a light golden flesh worm lying in the middle, as long as an adult's arm.

Glenn immediately thought it was the one that was supposed to die in his hands, so he said:

“Is this what it did?”

Unexpectedly, the black crow shook his head and said, "It's not it."

Glenn's two huge wolf eyes were immediately confused.

"This is definitely not it." Mrs. Legila in the house also confirmed: "This is an extremely rare larva of a strange beast. I forgot what it was called. It is not the same species as the descendant of the demon god, Balgaron. Someone must want to inject Balgaron's remaining soul into this little guy to revive it."

Oh my god, possession? ... Glenn understood in an instant, but then he had some questions, "But if there is only a soul, can it still be considered a descendant of the demon god? I think those ancient god cults should pay a lot of attention to bloodline, right?"

"Ancient God Cult?" Black Crow rarely showed a hint of doubt.

"You don't know?" Glenn was a little surprised.

"It's been too long since we communicated with the outside world." Legila's voice came, "During our time, we had never heard of this sect."

"Didn't the people who came to your birthday party last time talk to you about it?" Glenn continued.

"The last time we met was the first time in a hundred years, and we didn't have much time to talk about things outside." Black Crow said lightly.

As he was speaking, the pale golden flesh worm showed signs of waking up.

Glenn took a look and continued with the previous question: "Let's not talk about these for now. Do you think that the Ancient God Cult doesn't care about the flesh and bloodline?"

"As a descendant of the demon god, Balgaron's soul is highly polluting. This larva, whose body has been taken away, will be gradually transformed and eventually grow into Balgaron's true form."

There is such an ability... Mrs. Legilla's explanation shocked Glenn, and he continued to think:

How does the soul influence the body? Wait, then will my body also...

"I'll leave this strange beast larva to you. You can do whatever you want with it." Mrs. Legila's words in the house interrupted Glenn's thoughts.

Glenn regained his composure and said, "Give it to me?"

He looked at the larva that had fully awakened. It was looking around with its large, crystal-clear compound eyes, its body curled up and shivering.

With a slight nod, Glenn agreed: "Okay, just keep it as a pet."

At the same time, I suddenly thought: When I am not free, I might as well let Ye Hou take me with me.

He stretched out his wolf claw and carefully picked up the soft larva in his hand. He stroked it with his other hand, trying to make the little guy relax a little.

"What does this thing eat?" Glenn asked.

"Its favorite food is the leaves of a certain tree, but that tree seems to have become extinct. However, ordinary plants can also be fed to it, but the taste may be different." The voice in the house answered.

Nodding to show that he understood, Glenn was about to try to take the unconscious child away from the ground when the branches suddenly moved.

Tie all the children together in a comfortable position so Glenn can take them away.

Finally, a branch grew in front of Glenn. The end glowed slightly, and two strange golden fruits grew from it.

"Here you go, eat one now and save the other one for when you need it."

Mrs. Legila said so.

Glenn did not pick the two fruits. Perhaps seeing Glenn's worry, Mrs. Legilla continued:

"Don't worry, it didn't do me much harm."

With a sigh, Glenn didn't want to be pretentious anymore, so he picked the two fruits and put one into his mouth.

He didn't feel anything at first, but after a while after the fruit went down his stomach, the horrible hunger that had been tormenting Glenn all the way disappeared instantly, and he even felt a little full.

"How do you feel?" Mrs. Legila asked with concern.

"I feel great! I was very hungry just now, but now I feel full!" Glenn said happily.