Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

"Yes, the Cursed Dragon Atocanstin, the strongest evolved fallen dragon, the former master of the Forbidden Island. I suspect that the Flame Fang will follow its old path. Although it is unlikely to succeed, I definitely don't want to get involved."

The red dragon's attitude was extremely firm.

"You also know that it's impossible to succeed, so do you think that werewolf is more stupid than you?"

The demon's tone was extremely disdainful.

"Who do you think you are talking to!" The dragon suddenly became furious, with its mouth filled with blazing flames.

"I am just stating a fact. Also, if you dare to do it here again, I guarantee that the Demon Abyss will immediately pull you in."

The devil is not false at all.

It’s ridiculous that this dragon doesn’t even know that its fate is in the hands of the devil.

The giant dragon raised his head and said stubbornly, "Don't forget that I also have the support of the dragon clan."

"Given your behavior, it would be strange if the dragons would protect you."

The devil showed no mercy.

This made the dragon very angry. It flapped its wings suddenly and flew high into the sky in an instant.

Only its voice remained: "Anyway, my job has been done. I will not return the reward you gave me!"

The devil did not use any means to keep the dragon, because since the dragon swallowed what it gave, everything was under the devil's control.

I also have to go and report the situation to the lords... The demon remained silent for a moment, then disappeared.

……

In Anya's manor, the dance is still going on.

During this period, some people arrived and some left.

Glenn didn't stay long. Around three or four in the afternoon, he left the party on the pretext of having something to do at home.

Without asking, he found the deer cart by smell, untied the rope and left the manor.

Maybe it's because winter is approaching, the air is colder than ever.

But this was nothing to Glenn. It was only when he saw the private soldiers rubbing their hands that he realized the change in the air.

We have to take some anti-cold measures on the farm. Some of the livestock were bought from other farms, and according to the sellers they are very afraid of the cold... He planned in his mind.

Suddenly, he smelled a pungent odor. Glenn didn't pay much attention to it at first because there were often dead animals rotting in these places.

But soon the smell became stronger.

What's going on? ...Glenn immediately looked in the direction of the smell.

I saw a white wolf head emerging from the bushes on the side of the road, its blue eyes flashing with humanistic light.

"Is it you?" Glenn pulled the reins and stopped the stag cart.

The white wolf that appeared was the skinny one that I met when I went out with Little Leaf and Little Mushroom last time.

It was also this white wolf that gave Glenn a "container" to encapsulate knowledge, allowing Glenn to create the magic telephone.

Now, the white wolf is in much better condition than the last time I saw him, although he still looks very thin.

It suddenly changed when it was four or five meters away from the deer cart. Its body made a sound of bones and flesh rubbing against each other, and finally it turned into a werewolf with a physique similar to that of an adult.

Glenn's eyes widened. This scene was totally beyond his expectations.

The half-wolf that the white wolf turns into is very different from the half-wolf that humans turn into.

Not only is it much smaller in size and lacks the ferocity common to werewolves, but parts of its skin are not covered in hair, such as its chest and inner arms.

"You are a werewolf too?" Glenn jumped out of the car, took a closer look, and asked in surprise.

The white werewolf didn't seem to be able to speak. He just whimpered twice, nodded, and made a strange gesture.

Glenn didn't quite understand it, and was about to analyze it when a long-lost feeling immediately hit him.

This is the feeling when Nighthowl surrenders, when the connection is established.

This seemed to be a one-sided establishment, and Glenn could understand what the white werewolf meant without needing to agree.

After he understood, he asked curiously: "You mean, you want my blood?"

The white wolf nodded, then whimpered a few times and explained the reason.

"You said that my bloodline is different from all other werewolves and can serve as a new fuel for your master to survive? But why should I give it to you? We are even. That thing is your payment for feeding me. I don't owe you anything."

Glenn folded his hands in refusal.

In this magical world, it is best not to give away things related to yourself to people of unknown origin easily, as you never know if the other party may use some strange means to influence you through that little connection.

When the white werewolf heard Glenn say this, he actually knelt on his knees and begged.

Glenn frowned. He felt extremely uncomfortable with the other party's humble appearance.

Finally, he thought of a way, which was to inject the wolf poison in his body into the white wolf's body, and told the other party that if it used his blood to do anything to offend him in the future, he would kill the other party by injecting the wolf poison into the other party's body.

After all, he has the strength. Even if the opponent uses some weird means, he can transform beyond level seven and he doesn't believe that he can do anything to him.

The main thing is that the way Glenn looked at the white werewolf begging didn't seem like he was acting, as if Glenn was the only straw that could save the life of its so-called master.

However, the white werewolf didn't care at all, as if getting Glenn's blood was more important than his life.

"Then how much do you want? Do you have a container?" Glenn asked helplessly.

The white wolf put his hands in front of his mouth and, accompanied by a vomiting sound, a strange small bottle covered with gastric juice fell on his paws.

Glenn felt nauseous when he saw it. He endured the pungent smell, cut his palm and dripped the blood containing some wolfsbane into the small bottle.

The white werewolf sealed the vial and swallowed it immediately.

Then it wanted to leave immediately, but Glenn quickly stopped it and asked:

"How did you find out I'm a werewolf?"

You have to know that the last time Glenn met the white wolf, he did not transform. Given the strength of this white wolf, it should be impossible for it to be discovered.

The white wolf whined twice quickly, and after explaining itself, it returned to its original form and ran away.

"The master told you?" Glenn was a little stunned.

According to the information conveyed by the White Wolf, the master mentioned by the other party discovered Glenn's identity as a werewolf just through the White Wolf's memory, and also knew that Glenn's bloodline was different from that of other werewolves.

What kind of trick is this?! ... He couldn't help but become curious about the identity of the white wolf's master.

Being so sensitive to werewolves, maybe he himself is related to werewolves...

With all kinds of speculations in mind, he got on the deer cart again and returned to Bayek.

At this time, the white wolf that had obtained Glenn's blood was in extreme excitement, and ran madly in the direction it came from regardless of everything.

The owner said that this blood could save his life, so it must be able to save his life. All it had to do was to be faster, faster, and immediately send the blood in its stomach to the owner.

Originally, as its master's life force became weaker and weaker, it planned to stop eating and drinking and die with its master.

But who knew that after he fainted from hunger, he was completely out of control and was attracted by the smell of Glenn's barbecue, so he didn't die.

After returning, the owner asked it to bring something in return.

But I didn't expect that he would find a way to extend his master's life in the end. This surprise was so sudden!

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