Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

"Can a fate that can be changed still be called fate?" Glenn said this, silencing the mask of foresight.

At this moment, it was also wondering why the long river of destiny was disturbed. Logically speaking, no one could do it.

Glenn put away the mask and inspected the farm before returning to town.

I don’t know if those soldiers can get out of the town alive... he thought to himself.

He had seen the things that the soldiers showed to the residents after visiting them in the town before, and knew that they were tokens of some kind.

But Glenn still felt that it was not safe, as there might be desperate lunatics inside.

With this mood in mind, as soon as I stepped into the town, I heard a roar like thunder.

The sound waves came from deep inside the town, blowing away some of the gravel and grass.

"Did something really happen?" Glenn even suspected that he was a jinx.

There was another noise, and then a crazy, distorted voice shouted:

"I'm finally out! Don't try to lock me up in that cramped room again! Mayor! I won't go back again! Hahahaha..."

The sound came from far away and soon Glenn saw a figure rushing out. It seemed like there were countless arms on his body that could grab the air and move forward at a very fast speed.

This guy was carrying a few soldiers whose faces had been eaten beyond recognition. When he saw Glenn, his eyes lit up and he reached out to Glenn with something that looked like a hand.

Glenn had already roughly figured out the opponent's strength through enhanced perception the moment he saw this thing. It should be level six, but if the opponent has some weird abilities, that would be another matter.

Now this strange guy obviously had bad intentions towards Glenn, so Glenn could not be polite.

Just as he was about to transform and beat up this guy who looked like a bad guy, a black tornado suddenly rose in the center of the town.

Glenn didn't feel any external force, but the guy rushing towards him let out a cry of extreme fear:

"Ah——! No! How can this thing still be used! No——!"

The body was sucked into the black tornado at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and the sound disappeared due to the distance.

The broken bodies of the soldiers were thrown on the ground. The black wind made the target completely powerless to resist, and they couldn't even hold the things in their hands.

Watching the black tornado disappear as if it had accomplished its mission, Glenn turned his gaze to the corpse on the ground and sighed.

"This world is really unsafe for the weak." The Purple Demon who walked out of the villa said with a sigh.

Glenn looked at him and said nothing, wanting to collect the body and hand it over to the authorities for disposal.

However, just as he moved, several rays of light blue light flew in from the depths of the town and entered the corpses one by one.

Then a scene happened that surprised everyone or monster watching here.

The broken parts of the body were repaired, and after just a few minutes, the dead man became alive and slowly stood up.

"This level is at least level seven power." The Purple Demon said with a complicated look in his eyes.

Looking at the surprised and confused looks of the soldiers, Glenn couldn't help but stepped forward and asked:

"What did you do? Why did this happen?"

The few soldiers who escaped death instinctively felt fearless about the drama in this town. They looked at each other, and a bolder soldier stepped forward and said:

"We had no intention of going deep into the town, but a resident bewitched us with a strange power, and then we forgot about it. When we came to our senses, we saw ourselves being killed by a monster."

Speaking of this, several soldiers shuddered.

"Who bewitched you? Tell me." Glenn asked curiously.

A soldier turned and pointed in a direction. "Over there, there is a crooked tower-shaped house. An evil witch lives in it."

They have been killed once, of course it is evil.

Glenn looked in that direction, but couldn't see clearly because of the mist.

"I understand. You'd better leave here as soon as possible to avoid dying again." Glenn turned around, indicating that he understood, and kindly reminded the soldiers.

The other party had the same idea and was about to leave quickly when the familiar sound of horse hooves rang out.

The knight came over with another group of people, and when he saw the soldiers, he asked directly:

"What happened? Why did your armor become like this?"

The soldiers repeated what had just happened.

The knight was also terrified after hearing this. He hesitated for a moment and then gave the order:

"That's the end of the mission. Let's go back."

Actually, they still had some places to go, but after hearing what he had just heard, for the sake of his own safety and the safety of his men, the knight made this wise decision.

Watching these kingdom soldiers hurriedly leave, Glenn suddenly spoke up:

"Do you know this witch they're talking about?"

The purple demon at the door of the villa knew that he was being asked, and replied reluctantly:

"I don't know, really."

Glenn turned around, faced the Purple Demon, smiled, and asked:

"Where's your daughter? Let her come to my house for a few days and promise to only discuss magic."

The Purple Demon's expression changed instantly, and he said seriously, "No! I will never agree to this even if I die!"

After saying that, he flew back to the villa and fled in a hurry.

Glenn touched his nose and muttered, "Will it look better if I dye my hair yellow?"

This is just a joke of course, he doesn't want to be a yellow-haired guy.

The maids in the villa saw what happened just now. They wondered why their master was so panicked, but also thought Glenn was very powerful.

……

Located in a crooked ancient tower building in the southwest corner of Bayek.

A thin figure stood by the window, looking at the place in the center of the town where the tornado disappeared, and made a hissing sound that sounded like mockery and disdain.

This ancient tower is a building that has long been obsolete by the times and should have been renovated long ago, but the owner, the witch, insisted on not renovating it, so it has been preserved until now.

She has lived here longer than any other outsider, and no one knows what she is doing here.

"Almost there, wait for me, dear..."

The witch's voice comes from her right hand. Her throat has long been unusable, so she installed a biological voice generator on her right hand.

"Failed, failed, where should we go next?"

A bald parrot in the room cried loudly.

The witch sat down on an animal-skin chair, closed her eyes, and answered after a long while:

"Let's go out to sea and look for the pigmen. The magic they can make from their flesh and blood will be of great help to our research."

"They disappeared for thousands of years. They can't be found."

"I can find it. I can do whatever it takes to achieve my goal. There is nothing I can't do. You have to remember that, my child."

The parrot became completely quiet, with its head tucked down.

……