Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Broken Tooth set out again, flying towards the north.

The white-haired old man who had returned at some unknown time said to the eldest princess:

"Let's go back to the capital, Princess. His Majesty the King must be having a headache right now, and he needs you to share his worries."

Another middle-aged man echoed:

"Yes, I remember when the envoy from the Kingdom of Winter came to visit, the one in white mentioned the relevant matter to me. This is not an ordinary alien invasion."

The second princess nodded to everyone and said, "I have completed the homework that the teacher gave me. It is time to go back."

……

At the gate of Platinum City.

Glenn was about to lead the deer into the light film leading out of the city when the card on his body floated out. Modi said reluctantly:

"Mr. Glenn, are you really not leaving later?"

Knowing that the other party was disappointed because he had not experienced all the contents of this city, Glenn smiled and said:

"I am also very sad, but I do have things to deal with at home."

"Well, I hope to see you again, Mr. Glenn." Modi waved and retracted his card.

Glenn took the card, thought about it and decided to keep it on his body.

Once you leave this city, this card may have no special effect, and Modi will not appear.

After leaving the city gate, Glenn was a little surprised that the small wreath on his wrist could still make him feel comfortable.

Then I'll wear it for a while... Riding on the big deer, Glenn accelerated along the Kingdom Avenue.

It took Glenn four days to enter Dude Town.

He hadn't taken care of his business for several days, but he just casually looked around the shop and then returned to Bayek.

Everyone on the farm was there, nothing went wrong, and the workers were working hard.

When they entered the town again, the door of the house was still locked, and Glenn found no signs that anyone had moved.

Originally, the elf butler also wanted to go home with them, but Glenn was afraid that the door in the basement might cause some strange incident and he might not be able to protect the other party, so he did not agree.

The house still had the same smell, so Glenn just checked it out and then carefully opened the trap door leading to the basement.

Glenn felt relieved to see that nothing dangerous had been leaked.

When I entered the laboratory again, everything was normal.

I checked the portal again and found that it was normal!

Everything seemed to have returned to its original state. The black air that had come out from the gap in the door completely disappeared, as if it had never appeared at all.

What the hell? ... Glenn scratched his head, thinking that he was going to fight some monster again. He didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved.

Looking at the disc above the portal, the pointer has moved back to the upper right square, leading to where the flying fairies are.

Perhaps the change was related to the magician who created this door. It seemed that he had met with an accident, died or was trapped somewhere... Glenn checked the portal again and left the basement.

He first called Deng Ruier back to continue serving as the housekeeper, and then went to the outer forest to find a deserted place.

He wanted to experiment with his new magic, the Decaying Cage.

This is an extremely advanced magic. If it weren't for the memory infusion and the high compatibility with Glenn, he would not have been able to learn it at this stage.

"Forest Will, I know you are watching. I will use an ancient black magic in a moment. It may cause a little damage to the environment. Be prepared."

Before the experiment, Glenn said hello.

The surrounding plants swayed gently up and down, as if nodding in agreement.

"Very good." Glenn stretched out his right hand and grabbed a stone in the distance, recalling the spellcasting techniques of the Rotten Cage in his mind.

After chanting an obscure spell softly.

A sound like the gurgling of water was heard around the targeted stone, and countless spears appeared out of thin air and pierced into the stone in a cross pattern.

Glenn showed a disappointed expression when he saw this scene. In the inherited memory he obtained, the power of the Corrupted Cage was much greater than this.

Although I guessed that it would shrink greatly due to my magic power, I didn't expect it to shrink so much.

"We still have a long way to go..." Glenn sighed and removed the magic.

The stone chosen as the target did not become riddled with holes. The spears were illusory. However, a gust of wind blew and the stone broke into countless pieces. It was obvious that its structure was already fragile.

A branch hung down and gently patted Glenn's head, as if to comfort him.

"Thank you, I'm fine." Glenn pushed aside the branches and found a big tree to sit down.

Looking at the gray sky, Glenn was in a daze.

From traveling through time, to becoming a werewolf, to doing business, and up to now, although he has something to do most of the time, there are also times when he is in a daze like this.

Sometimes I think about future plans, and sometimes I am pursuing some unrealistic fantasy in my mind.

This place is good, but also bad. Although there is magic, there is no rich entertainment. If there is TV to watch and games to play, it would be perfect... Glenn couldn't help but smile at his own thoughts.

"You lack a goal." An illusory and gentle voice sounded in Glenn's ears.

Glenn was stunned for a moment, then realized that this was the voice of the forest's will. He didn't know how he could hear it, but he was too lazy to investigate further, so he just smiled and replied:

"I have achieved my goal, and now I just live one day at a time."

The previous life has come true... Glenn said in his heart.

"You actually have a desire, I can feel it." The soft voice continued.

Glenn was silent for a while.

He stretched out his hand, looked at his palm, and then asked softly: "Is there a hell in this world?"

"The place where souls are tortured in legends? That doesn't exist. After the death of any living creature, the soul will either dissipate or turn into an evil spirit. It will not go to a non-existent place."

“It would be nice if there was one.”

After Glenn finished speaking, there was no response from anyone around him.

He didn't care. He stood up, brushed the dust off his butt, and prepared to go back to town.

After a few days, I will wait for Defa's reply, then deal with Dany's problem, and then settle accounts with the three princes of the Kingdom of Tanks.

At this time, Ye Hou walked out from the darkness and called out softly.

"You said a strange guy came out of town and wanted to buy something at the farm?"

Glenn asked in surprise.

Nighthowl nodded.

Glenn immediately sat on Nightroar's back and quickly headed for the farm.

……

On the farm, a two-meter-tall man with a severe hunchback was lying on the pigpen fence.

The arm, like a dead tree, wiped the saliva from the corner of the mouth from time to time.

The surrounding area is full of workers and elves who are alert to any abnormalities.

When Glenn arrived, he saw this scene.

"Boss, he..." A worker came up and wanted to say something, but Glenn raised his hand to show that he understood.

He walked forward and said to the hunchbacked figure, "I heard you want to buy my livestock?"

The figure seemed not to hear it and continued to stare at the flying pigs' butts.

Glenn had no choice but to raise his hand and pat the other person.

Only then did the guy turn around.

His whole face looked extremely casual, with a pointed nose like a malnourished cucumber, the corners of his mouth slightly raised as if he was smiling, his eyes were bloodshot, and it looked like he hadn't slept for several days.