Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

All of these were subconscious actions. Glenn seemed to have no resistance to this group of lovely warriors.

Elena stayed where she was. The touch just now felt so strange. The other person was obviously younger than her, but she felt like being comforted by a father's touch on the head.

Two blushes appeared on her face, and she said hastily: "Thank you for your guidance, I'm leaving first."

Glenn only had time to raise his hand, but before he could wave, the other party had already ridden away on a griffin.

Windsor looked at Glenn meaningfully, then rode away on his griffin.

Did I flirt with her just now? ... Glenn thought uncertainly and started driving again.

……

"Level 7 werewolf?"

In a cave full of blood, an old man with a white beard sat on a high rock. He opened his mouth full of yellow teeth, bit off a piece of raw meat, and asked vaguely.

"Yes, a werewolf that can kill the demon leader by sneak attack must be at least level seven."

A skinny old man below answered respectfully.

"It's fake." The old man with white beard said disdainfully, "There is no werewolf stronger than me in this world. It must be disguised by transformation magic. Use your brains to think about it."

In addition to the skinny old man below, there were hundreds of people densely packed together, some in human form, and some in half-wolf form.

After hearing the old wolf king's conclusion, they were silent at first, and then they agreed with it as if they had suddenly realized something.

"Our king is really smart. This is obviously a trick that someone has set up on us! I wonder if those stupid knights will fall for it and come to cause trouble for us?"

The thin old man below said hatefully.

The old wolf king threw away the half-eaten meat and laughed, "Want to cause trouble for us? Then they have to be able to find us! After all these years, when have we werewolves ever been wiped out? Don't worry at all."

The piece of meat that was thrown away was soon snatched by a group of werewolves. It was the meat of a high-level monster and was the werewolves' favorite.

Only a few wolf leaders did not move. Their eyes were surprisingly consistent, staring at the position of the wolf king at all times.

However, they did not dare to reveal their ambitions at this time. The current Wolf King was not someone they could deal with, so they had to wait.

"I remember that Chief Parker seemed to have been to the area where the demons invaded, and he hasn't come back yet. Could he have been killed?"

The old wolf king asked as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Yes, my king, Chief Parker has lost contact."

The old man below answered respectfully.

"What a pity, I lost another capable subordinate, hahaha..." The old wolf king said words that were most inconsistent with his appearance.

"Yes, Parker was originally going to help Wang pick up the goods, but because of his disappearance, the goods were almost taken back."

The old man below said with great dissatisfaction.

The other leaders all glanced at the old man intentionally or unintentionally.

A dog who only knows how to flatter!

They were all extremely disdainful in their hearts.

"It's just some monster meat and materials. At worst we can just snatch it back." The old wolf king said indifferently.

Just as he finished speaking, a subordinate suddenly shouted from the outside: "My king! We just received a letter from the devil!"

"What?!" The old wolf king suddenly lost his composure.

The letter from the devil is a death warrant and an ultimatum to drag people to hell.

"Where did he appear?!" He suddenly jumped and landed in front of the werewolf member on the periphery and picked him up.

"In...in the base in Senbao District..." the werewolf member answered tremblingly.

"What did the letter say?!" several wolf leaders asked hurriedly.

"The letter said that you must hand over the Flame Fang immediately, otherwise your souls will writhe in eternal agony..."

The old wolf king crushed the head of the person who was reporting with one hand and disappeared in a flash.

Senbao District, the werewolf's stronghold.

The werewolves looked at the words written in devil's fire in the sky and fell into deep panic.

……

Glenn drove the deer cart along the winding dirt road.

After making sure that the store had not been maliciously damaged in Dude Town, he drove to where Luther and his men had evacuated.

He didn't ask specifically, he just drove following the smell, so he didn't know where the destination was.

Due to the influence of the demon invasion, there is no one on the road, and there are rolling hills and rugged rocks on both sides of the road.

The road was also unusually bumpy, due to many people trampling on it.

It's really troublesome that there is no convenient communication equipment in this world. If I had a mobile phone, I could call them back with just one phone call. Why bother making a trip... Complaining in his heart, he sped up the deer cart.

He could also write a letter to inform, but considering that he was a little busy recently, he decided to go there.

Suddenly, several figures appeared in front of us, all holding weapons, and they looked like robbers.

Glenn was instantly excited.

After a while...

He counted the silver coins in his hand and curled his lips in regret.

Keep driving forward.

The robbers were naked at this time. They huddled together, covering their private parts, and looked so aggrieved that they were almost crying.

They took advantage of the chaos of the demon invasion to make some money and succeeded several times.

Those who failed to succeed were unable to fight and finally escaped.

I didn't expect that my hard work of several days would be snatched away by someone else. I feel so wronged.

The express train drove for another half an hour.

A camp appeared ahead, next to the road, with smoke rising from several places and voices faintly heard.

This appears to be a mercenary camp.

Glenn ignored it and drove past via the side road.

Unexpectedly, the mercenary on guard outside the camp called out to him:

"Wait a moment!"

The deer cart slowly stopped, and Glenn looked at the two mercenaries who had called out to him.

"You can't go through." Two mercenaries blocked the deer cart with a playful smile.

Driving alone in such a deserted place, nine out of ten people you meet will have bad intentions.

Even if you are not a bad person normally, you wouldn't mind changing your personality under these circumstances.

"Why can't we go through?" Glenn asked with a yawn.

He was a little tired after driving for so long.

Seeing each other's nonchalant look, the two men laughed, thinking that the person in front of them was still unaware of the situation.

"You came from a place invaded by demons. How do we know if you are a demon in disguise? That's why we can't let you go. Leave your car behind and come in with us."

One of the mercenaries said in a tone that brooked no rejection.

Glenn just nodded and said, "So it was a robbery."

The two mercenaries laughed, thinking the other was just a slow-witted fool.

But the next moment, both of them felt their vision spinning, and then they were hit hard by the earth.

Their bones were almost broken by the time they reacted.

Only then did I realize that the two of them were thrown out.

Someone witnessed this scene, and the whole camp was in an uproar.

A group of mercenaries rushed out of the camp and surrounded Glenn, staring at him with vigilant eyes.