Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

These three terrible adults suddenly rushed into the house and killed their parents and eldest brother in an extremely horrible way.

No matter how the victims begged, their expressions remained calm, as if they were not killing humans but livestock that could be slaughtered at will.

"This energy should be enough for a while. I really love this feeling!" One of the black magicians closed his eyes and said with a look of satisfaction.

"There are two more. Give them to me." The black magician who was pinching a young man in his hand threw the corpse away, licked his lips and said sinisterly.

Seeing the hands like dry branches grabbing towards them, the two boys were terrified to the extreme and their lower bodies were already wet.

The dry palms tightly pinched the two boys' tender necks, and every bit of life was sucked into them.

The two boys just felt increasingly weaker and more uncomfortable.

The black magician had just begun to enjoy himself when the other two magicians suddenly shouted, "A knight is coming!"

The black magician who was strangling the two boys cursed inwardly, then exerted force with his fingers and strangled the two young lives to death.

Then the three of them rushed out of the room and soon disappeared.

A few minutes later, a group of knights covered in iron armor ran past the window. Only a few knights pushed open the door, took a look at the corpses in the house, and then left.

The noise outside disappeared and no one came to take care of what was happening here.

Official knights were considered nobles and would not touch the dirty bodies of these civilians.

If any of these knights who just peeked out go back and remember, they might notify some people who specialize in collecting corpses to come over...

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Looking at the lush greenery in his field of vision, with plants taller than people crowding the foot of the trees, Glenn asked doubtfully, "Is this our destination?"

The old man was observing something on the ground and said vaguely: "Probably."

"Okay, but three silver coins are not enough." Glenn said lightly.

"Five silver coins." The old man stood up and said in a nonchalant tone.

"You really are rich," Glenn teased.

The old man did not respond, but threw a medicine to Glenn and said, "Apply this on your body to cover up the smell."

Glenn took the medicine bottle, which felt cold to the touch. He had no idea what it was made of. He opened the stopper and a herbal scent wafted into his nose, refreshing his senses.

Without asking what it was, he smeared the paste all over his body.

"Follow me." The old man took the lead and walked into the dense vegetation.

Glenn activated wolfsbane to cover his skin with a layer of fine hairs, and followed him in.

The dense vegetation meant visibility was less than an arm's length, but the old man seemed to be able to see through it and led Glenn through unimpeded.

After walking for half an hour, the view suddenly opened up.

An open area appeared ahead, and the old man suddenly raised his hand to signal to stop, but Glenn had no intention of moving.

"There is a magic trap." The old man suddenly said in a low voice.

"How do you know?" Glenn looked ahead carefully and did not find any obvious abnormalities, but the front did give him an uneasy feeling, it was too quiet!

The old man's eyes were sharp, and a small bag appeared in his hand. He grabbed something from it, then bent down, got on all fours, and crawled like a lizard.

Glenn secretly sighed that this old man's physique is really good. He can still perform such difficult moves at this age, which is a great test of his arm strength and chest muscles.

"Walk where I walk, follow me."

When the old man's voice came, Glenn followed the other person's landing place without haste.

From time to time, the old man would sprinkle a handful of the powdery substance in his hand around before continuing to move forward.

The old man stood up when they reached the center of the open space. Glenn couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Old man, how did you find out there was a magic trap here? What did you spread just now?"

"Although there seems to be nothing unusual here, the terrain is intentional. If you observe carefully, you will find that the pattern formed by the vegetation and pools here is very similar to some kind of runes, a very sophisticated magic circle. Few people will find it because there are no signs of human activity here, including animals."

The old man put away the things in his hands and explained slowly.

"So what did you just spread?"

"It's just a little help. It can help me find the trigger point of the trap. However, ordinary people can't learn it. This requires absolutely sufficient experience to achieve it."

It sounds impressive... Glenn was impressed and asked, "How do you know so much?"

The old man glanced at Glenn, his tone still indifferent: "I used to be a doctor of magic at Sothridron University in the Kingdom of Zen."

Glenn: “!!!”

If Glenn remembered correctly, this Sothredron was the top institution of higher learning in the Kingdom of Zen, and the old man was actually a doctor of this school!

"Then you will..."

"I'm not a magician, so I don't know magic." The old man interrupted Glenn.

A doctor of magic doesn't know magic? Glenn's eyes widened, full of confusion.

"Anyone can learn magic, but not everyone can be a magician." The old man saw Glenn's confusion and said as he pulled out his shotgun, "If you learn magic well, you can serve those magicians. Even legendary magicians will fight for people like me to prepare potions for them, calculate magic array circuits, deduce and chant spells, etc."

It's just a super assistant... Glenn concluded in his mind and continued to ask: "Besides the high cost, is there any other threshold for magicians?"

"Of course." The old man affirmed, "If you want to become a magician, you must have an elemental affinity of more than 60%. If it is lower than this, learning magic is a waste of time."

Glenn nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay, we've been discovered. Let's solve the problem first and then talk." The old man suddenly raised his shotgun and said.

Hearing this, Glenn showed no surprise. He had already heard the sound of hurried running in the distance, so he looked towards the source of the sound.

Five figures in black robes rushed out, each with a hideous look, and went straight for Glenn and the other two.

They had sickle-like claws growing out of their hands, with black air swirling around them.

The attacker who rushed to the front swung his sharp claws and stabbed the old man in the front with a sharp whistle that tore through the air.

Faced with this attack, the old man did not panic at all. He still held the shotgun steadily and pulled the trigger with his finger.

boom!

The bullet hit the attacker right between the eyebrows. His forward momentum paused, and he fell to the ground with his head tilted back, rolling several times before stopping.

The other four followed closely behind and rushed towards the old man together. Glenn was about to take action when he saw the old man suddenly open his shirt, revealing... a black hole on his chest!

As Glenn stared with wide eyes, the black hole burst out dense black tentacles, instantly tearing the four attackers into pieces.

The tentacles were retracted instantly, and the old man suddenly collapsed to the ground, holding his chest with his hands. His face was full of pain, and cold sweat soaked his face. His blood vessels bulged, showing the terrible pain he was going through at this moment.

"You could obviously leave it to me to do it, why do you have to suffer this?" Glenn looked at the old man, very puzzled.

The power just now obviously came at a price, and it shouldn't be used casually. It's just a few minions, so there's no need to do that.