Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

"So you are his enemy?"

The flower fairy continued to ask.

"He came to provoke me, and I hate guys like him, so I have to kill him."

Glenn also speaks the truth.

I don’t know if it’s a natural talent, but Glenn naturally feels close to the strange creature in front of him. Maybe this is what is called a flower fairy.

I don’t know if there is one in the Kingdom of Zen, and I haven’t heard of any related rumors... Glenn thought to himself.

"You are very sincere, sir, and I hate that bug in my garden, too. If he hadn't gotten a special license from somewhere, I would have kicked him out long ago!"

The flower fairy said with a little indignation, then smiled and continued:

"So I'll help you point out his location now."

"That guy is still here? I thought he ran away a long time ago." Glenn said in surprise.

The flower fairy who was about to cast a spell paused, "You came here because you thought he had left?"

"Of course I'm following the clues. He came here via the teleportation array, so I have to start from the beginning." Glenn shrugged helplessly.

"So you are a detective? I really couldn't tell." The flower fairy said and continued to cast a spell. A beam of light appeared in the distance that only the two of them could see.

"If I wanted to be a detective, I could." Glenn said, looking at the beam of light.

He had received training in criminal investigation knowledge in his previous life, and with his current abilities, he could solve any case.

"Well, go do your thing. I have to go meet the two little royal guys."

The flower fairy was about to disappear as she spoke.

Glenn asked curiously:

"Can you cure the little prince?"

"Not sure, the thing in his body is not ordinary..." The voice faded as the figure disappeared.

If the disease can't be cured, this country will be in trouble... Glenn muttered to himself, then transformed into a werewolf and ran silently towards the beam of light.

……

In a secret room built with special bricks and stones underground, Blood Wolf opened the old iron boxes one by one and rummaged through them roughly.

The place is in a mess, with all kinds of useless things scattered on the ground. Any one of them can be sold at a sky-high price by the merchants.

Originally, these were the treasures that Blood Wolf had collected throughout his life, but now the artifact on him reminded him that his death was approaching.

So he must find the item that can get him out of danger.

"Come out quickly! Damn it! Where did I put it?!" He has been searching here for a long time.

The magic weapon on his body told him that running away was useless. The werewolf was much more powerful than he had imagined. In fact, he was always under the control of the other party.

It's all a joke!

Blood Wolf had originally left here long ago, but the artifact suddenly reacted and let him know something that made him extremely desperate, humiliated, and angry.

The emotions accumulated over the past few days exploded at that moment, almost driving him crazy, if he hadn't remembered that there was a useless prop in his treasure trove.

He might really become a madman.

"No no no! Damn it! Where is it? Why can't I find it?!"

The blood wolf illuminated all the metal boxes, but couldn't find what he needed. This made him unacceptable, so he began to attack the surroundings indiscriminately.

But he possesses level four strength. If he doesn't control his strength, this place will collapse instantly. In the end, he can only endure the force and vent it, but this makes him even more depressed.

Finally, he sat down on the ground dejectedly, holding his head in his hands, his body trembling.

Now he was like a death row inmate waiting to die, the torment destroying his spirit.

Just then, he felt a heat in his chest.

Blood Wolf knew that this was a hint from the divine weapon, so he quickly tore open the collar of his shirt.

Then a face with closed eyes emerged from his chest and said slowly:

"You're scared, but you don't realize that what you want is right at your feet."

These words made Blood Wolf pause, and he subconsciously looked towards his feet. Then he saw something familiar among a pile of treasures.

As if he knew something, he quickly went to fish the thing out.

Blood Wolf's face instantly showed joy, because this was what he was looking for.

This is a strangely shaped dagger. The handle and blade are very similar. If you don’t look carefully, you won’t know what it is.

The object in his hand was already rusted in large patches, and was completely different from what it looked like when Blood Wolf first got it. No wonder he hadn't found it in his anxiety.

"Hahaha... I won't die!" Blood Wolf shouted with a distorted expression.

This dagger is called Slave's Cry. Inserting it into the holder's body will pull the holder into a special space, but the holder will fall into a complete sleep for hundreds of years. When the holder wakes up, it will be the time to return to reality, but at that time he will be completely out of touch with the times and will become a slave of a guy named Gutag.

If Blood Wolf was not forced into a desperate situation, he would never use this thing.

However, just when Blood Wolf was extremely excited, the face on his chest said again:

"Wow, this thing isn't going to save you."

These words petrified Blood Wolf completely. He then pulled at his shirt and yelled angrily, "You are teasing me again!!!"

Instead of waiting for a response, he waited for death.

With this loud noise, the ceiling above the secret room was broken, a large amount of earth and rocks fell, and a wolf arm grabbed the edge of the gap.

This scene was undoubtedly a level 100 horror movie for Blood Wolf. He was so scared that he screamed and hurriedly stabbed the dagger into his chest!

The face on the chest also quickly shrank back.

"Here comes Johnny...Pah, here comes the werewolf!"

Glenn's ferocious wolf face suddenly popped out, just in time to see the blood wolf stabbing its dagger into his chest.

Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw countless arms coming from nothingness trying to pull the Blood Wolf into an unknown area.

"Damn it! You're trying to steal my prey! You're looking for death!"

Glenn yelled, stepped forward and pulled the blood wolf out, and those illusory human hands dissipated unwillingly.

The blood wolf was caught in the huge wolf claws and was in a state of extreme fear.

What happened! Why was it pulled out so easily? It shouldn’t be like this! No!! …

Blood Wolf was shouting unwillingly in his heart, but at this moment his whole body was shaking and convulsing, and he couldn't utter a word.

Glenn looked at those illusory human hands, not understanding why they were so weak, but he didn't bother himself and looked at the prey in his hands.

"Originally I wanted to play with you more, but you didn't follow the rules and ran so far, forcing me to run a trip too, so, let's get going!"

"Do not……"

Blood Wolf finally managed to shout out a syllable, but his body was torn in half by Glenn.

Blood, tissue and organs were scattered all over the ground.

Glenn shook his hands, suddenly looked around, and slapped his head, "Oh, there are so many good things here! We shouldn't make it so dirty!"

Then he showed a speechless expression again, "I almost forgot, I have the magic of clearing."