Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Glenn looked around and immediately found a small town not far away. It was not as big as Dude or Bayek. It was more like a village than a town.

The old man put the map in his hand into the inner pocket of his coat and said to Glenn, "Let's go. We'll stay here tonight and continue tomorrow. But I'll change to a more comfortable carriage."

"That's really nice."

As they were talking, the two of them had already jumped off the carriage and were walking towards the town ahead.

This is a relatively backward town with bumpy roads and the air is filled with the smell of livestock manure.

Could there be a hotel here? Glenn couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

But reality soon answered Glenn. There was not only a hotel here, but it was also a very large hotel.

It is located in the center of the town, surrounded by dense buildings. The skull of some horned animal is hung above the door of the inn, highlighting its wild style.

Some strange shouting sounds coming from the inn aroused Glenn's curiosity.

"Try not to cause trouble when you go in." The old man walking in front suddenly turned around and gave a warning.

"What if someone comes to cause trouble for me?" Glenn asked back.

"Haha..." The old man laughed coldly twice, "Then just solve it yourself."

"no problem."

The old man pushed open the door of the hotel with his strong arms, and a strong smell of alcohol hit Glenn's nostrils. Although it was pungent, he just fanned it away slightly with his hands.

There were many people sitting in the hotel. They were all dressed in unique styles, but they all looked like people who were not to be messed with.

Their eyes were sharp, and most of them just glanced at Glenn and the other man out of the corner of their eyes.

In addition to humans, there are also a few dwarves and beast-headed people here. It is these non-humans who make the strange noises.

"The one sitting in the innermost is a witch who knows a lot of scary and creepy black magic. You'd better not have any contact with her."

"The big guy who is drinking is a powerful wandering swordsman. He is also not easy to deal with. And those few..."

As soon as they entered the hotel, the old man started talking in a low voice. If Glenn didn't have amazing hearing, he would have thought he was talking to himself.

Glenn glanced at the people he was talking about, his eyes filled with curiosity about new things.

The old man stopped talking and the two of them walked straight towards the bar.

Three beast-headed men who were almost as tall and strong as the old man suddenly came towards him. The one leading them was a bear-headed man. He greeted the old man in a loud voice:

"Old Bor, long time no see. How are you? How have you been lately?"

"Very good, don't worry about it." The old man's attitude was still so cold, as if he was like this to everyone except his dog.

"You're still the same." The bear-headed man didn't care about the old man's attitude at all. Noticing Glenn following behind him, he suddenly laughed loudly, "Hey! Look! This old guy actually brought a kid who hasn't been weaned yet. Could he be your son? Hahaha..."

The rest of the beast-headed men also laughed, while the other drinkers didn't even turn their heads.

Bang-!

But a loud noise forced them to look over.

The bear-headed man who was laughing just now fell in the broken corner of the wall, grinning with pain all over his face.

"You have such a loud voice, but your voice is as soft as a ball of cotton. I really don't know what you are so arrogant about?" Glenn retracted his foot with a look of disdain.

The remaining beast-headed men looked at the bear-headed man who flew several meters away, and then looked at Glenn. They all had fierce eyes and kept growling.

Seeing this, Glenn twisted his shoulders, as if he was about to take action.

"Take your time." The old man didn't seem surprised by Glenn's strength. He said that and went to the bar to handle accommodation arrangements.

Seeing that Glenn was really planning to rush over, several beast heads turned around at the same time, helped the bear-headed man up, and fled out of the hotel without uttering a single harsh word.

Glenn had no choice but to give up after seeing this.

The drinkers around had different looks, some seemed to be thinking, some looked very interested, and so on.

The old man handed Glenn a key and said, "This is your room. I have to go and rest for a while. Please feel free to do as you please."

Glenn wrote down the key number and put it away. When he saw the old man go up to the second floor of the hotel, he immediately walked to the witch's wine table and sat down, asking, "Do you really know magic?"

The witch had been staring blankly at the side since the two of them entered the hotel. When she heard Glenn's question, she still did not move. She just opened and closed her lips and uttered a few words faintly: "If you don't want to die, stay away from me."

"I just want to understand, and if possible, I even want to learn it. Don't worry, I can pay you, or if you need anything, I might be able to get it." Glenn was unmoved by the witch's threat, but stated his purpose.

The witch turned around. Her face and facial features were very normal, except that her eyes were completely white, which made her look creepy.

"Little guy, ignorance will lead to your downfall."

"Then are you doomed?" Glenn asked.

"Hehe..." The witch seemed to be interested. She propped her chin with her hand and looked at Glenn in a charming manner, "Witches are doomed."

"Let me try, maybe I'm different." Glenn still didn't give up.

"Okay, you ignorant little guy, dark magic and black witchcraft are not something you should touch, so give up the idea."

The witch's tone suddenly turned cold again, catching Glenn off guard.

He wanted to say something else, but the witch in front of him suddenly turned into black mist and disappeared.

Gone just like that... Glenn stared at the empty seat and sighed.

He ended up ordering every kind of drink in the hotel and charged the bill to the old man.

After tasting these drinks one by one, Glenn felt that he was just asking for trouble. Except for the fruit juice, which was acceptable, the others were almost all very unpalatable. He really didn't understand how others could enjoy drinking them so much.

Seeing that there was nothing interesting to do around, Glenn had no choice but to go upstairs to rest.

……

In the morning, Glenn was woken up by the waiter who delivered breakfast.

He went downstairs biting the hard bread and found that the old man had already gotten up and was sipping wine calmly.

"Let's go." The old man put down his wine glass and stood up.

"Um... okay." Glenn didn't know why the old man was so anxious, but he was just a thug, so it would be better for him to finish the job sooner rather than later.

This time we changed to a covered carriage with much more comfortable seats.

On the way, Glenn asked, "Old man, can you make it today?"

"If nothing goes wrong, we should be able to get there." The old man closed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

I wonder if Yehou fed the pigs well... Glenn also closed his eyes and thought randomly.

……

In a private house, three people wearing dark robes and pointed hats were pinching a lifeless corpse with one hand, and strong energy was surging from their hands.

There were two boys about six or seven years old in the corner of the room. They huddled together and looked at the three people in horror.