Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

"Dylan."

Just then, Sanjis suddenly shouted to Glenn.

Glenn turned his head, "What's wrong?"

"I have to go. You seem to be doing well now and don't need me to worry about you."

Sanjith said, standing up.

The three elves also stood up and prepared to see the lady off.

"I'll do better, just wait." Glenn stood up and went forward to hug the other person.

"I wish you the best." Sanjisi said sincerely at first, and then his voice became very low, "You should find a wife."

Glenn resisted the urge to roll his eyes and whispered, "You should get married first."

Sanjis immediately pinched Glenn on the back, but couldn't find the words to refute.

The three elves on the other side also had very sharp ears and heard the two people's whispers clearly.

Gotaya didn't react much, but the high priest and Deng Ruier's eyes lit up.

The high priest turned to look at his daughter and blinked.

Gotaya looked confused and didn't know what her mother meant.

This made the Elf High Priest feel like a disappointed iron man.

After the hug, Glenn and Sanjis separated naturally.

Sanjith said, "Okay, I'm leaving, Dylan."

"I'll give it to you."

Afterwards, a few people braved the light snow and took a reindeer cart to take Sangjisi to Dude Town, where they changed to a horse carriage and left.

Sitting in the carriage, the figure was still waving to Glenn and the three elves in disguise.

After bidding farewell to his sister, Glenn strolled around the winter streets at the urging of the three elves, bought some food and gadgets, and returned to Bayek in the evening.

The day is over.

night.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Glenn was planning the decoration of his house in his bedroom under the dim desk lamp.

Just as he was struggling with the renovation style of a window, a strange noise was heard outside the window.

Attract your attention.

Glenn walked to the window and looked down, only to find that it was the old man, and his condition was extremely bad.

Covered with bloody wounds, he lay on the fence in Glenn's front yard, half of his body covered with snow, and waved weakly.

However, Glenn did not smell any blood, otherwise he would have noticed something unusual outside the window.

A group of monsters hiding in the darkness seemed afraid to attack the living townspeople, but just hid in the corners and waited for their chance to strike.

Glenn didn't care about anything else and just opened the window and jumped out.

"What's wrong with you?" Glenn asked as he helped the seriously injured old man up.

"Hehe...I was ambushed while looking for revenge." The old man said weakly.

"Then you are really unlucky." Glenn dragged the other person towards his home and helped him stop the bleeding first.

It’s a pity that I didn’t learn simple healing magic, and I don’t have one. I must get one when I get a chance... Glenn was still thinking.

The old man suddenly said, "Wait, this injury can be healed by my self-healing ability. I came here to remind you."

Glenn stopped, frowned and turned around, "Do you have the ability to heal yourself?"

"That's not the point." The old man seemed to be getting better and better. "Remember the female dark magician you captured? She seemed to be someone else's prey. I don't know what means the other party used. Now that they know you took her away, they seem to be ready to make trouble for you."

"Looking for trouble with me?" Glenn pointed at himself. "Old man, do you think you need to remind me of this? And how do you know this?"

"Of course I know that the other party poses no threat to you, but that guy likes to attack people around or who have come into contact with the target first, and I am in this situation because of your scent. Why do you say I know this?"

The old man was able to stand on his own now, breathing heavily.

"Who is that person? How powerful is he? How could he do this to you?" Glenn took it seriously.

"His name is Blood Wolf, but he is not a werewolf. He is a level 4 demon hunter with bloody bandages on his body and long hair that looks like seaweed."

After the old man finished his description, he took a few deep breaths, and it seemed that recovering from his injuries was very difficult.

"A fourth-level demon hunter who specializes in hunting werewolves and vampires?"

"Yes."

"Then let's get rid of him as soon as possible." Glenn transformed into a wolf and let the murderous intent wash away all sleepiness.

"I knew you wouldn't hesitate, but torture him for me for a while longer." The old man said with a grin.

"You should have the witcher's personal belongings on you, right?" Glenn turned his wolf head and asked.

"Of course." The old man took out a bloody bandage from his clothes and added, "That guy never stopped chasing me. Although I got rid of him a long time ago, I guess he will soon reach this area."

"You're quite thoughtful." Glenn took the bandage and smelled it without surprise.

Just as he was about to leave, the old man asked again:

"How are you going to deal with the blood wolf?"

Glenn grinned, his fang-filled mouth wide open. "Play first, then kill."

After saying that, the figure suddenly jumped out, leaving behind only a strong airflow.

……

Town of Yad.

This is a small town south of Dude. Glenn owns a tavern here. Business is very good, so he opens it at night.

Occasionally, there would be merchants traveling at night, and farmers would come here in the middle of the night to sit down and have a drink or two.

At this moment, a man with his upper body wrapped in bandages inserted a strangely shaped machete diagonally on the wine table, and a thin man in an employee uniform was pressed under the machete.

"Don't be scared, I'm just playing a little game. If you cooperate, it won't hurt."

The blood wolf's voice sounded like it was filled with thick phlegm, and it was extremely uncomfortable to listen to.

"Please... please, sir, I can't die... I still have brothers and sisters to take care of..."

“Hehe…” Blood Wolf smiled and shook his head, “I’ve heard these words too many times. Let me tell you, I don’t care how pitiful you are. I just want to complete my game.”

At the bar counter of the tavern, two employees huddled together, staring at the blood wolf in horror.

They knew that once their companions died, it would be their turn, and the feeling of despair almost filled their minds.

Just as Blood Wolf was about to press his sword against the unlucky guy's neck, he suddenly smelled a very familiar smell, "Werewolf?"

He stood up suddenly and walked out of the tavern.

The employee who had just escaped death breathed heavily, his whole body was soaked with sweat, and he was trembling.

"Looks like I can make some extra money before the main course is served." Blood Wolf said excitedly, stroking his beard that was as thick as steel needles.

However, as the sound of running in the wind and snow in the distance got closer, his face gradually became solemn, "Isn't it the wolf leader who is coming?"

He took a step back, his expression changed again, "You're coming towards me?! Damn it!"

The attackers are stronger than expected, and Blood Wolf must formulate a hunting plan.

Although his hard power is only level four, he has hunted two level four werewolves whose combat power is far superior to his. He has experience, but it is easy to fail.