Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

The pain that the old man on the ground suffered seemed to come and go quickly. He stood up with a normal expression, panting slightly and said in a rough voice: "I must kill these people myself."

"I see." Glenn understood and pointed at the old man's chest. "What is this?"

"A demon I contracted."

"Demon?" Glenn frowned. "It is said that the price to pay for this thing will not be low. You..."

"I can afford the price." As he spoke, the old man had already walked towards the direction where the attacker appeared.

What kind of grudge? Why are you fighting so hard? Glenn remained silent and followed the other person without saying anything else.

……

"Is it a knight or a wizard?"

In an extremely simple wooden house, an old man with a hunched body and bony wings on his back muttered to himself.

He had hair like hay, almost all his teeth had fallen out, and his skin looked like it had been left in the sun. He held a dead wood staff in one hand, and in front of him was a medicine jar emitting a cold green light.

"Neither a knight nor a magician should be able to find this place." A gloomy middle-aged man in civilian clothes behind the old man asked doubtfully.

This person was the black magician who had exchanged blows with Murphy.

"What a pity! Those puppets followed me for so long, and now they are gone." The old man's tone was full of regret, and he asked again: "Has the others not returned yet? Deke."

"They are still being chased by the knights. What a troublesome bunch of guys." Dyke said angrily.

"Hehe... they asked for it. But please go and get rid of these uninvited guests. It's not a good feeling to be disturbed like this."

"What a hassle!" Dyke complained, then turned around and pushed open the leaky wooden door of the cabin. "I want to let them know that coming in here was the stupidest decision they ever made!"

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"Old man, aren't you afraid that someone will run away if you walk like this?"

Looking at the burly figure walking slowly in front of him, Glenn asked curiously.

"They won't run away. In their eyes, we are just intruders who overestimate their capabilities." The old man said with great confidence.

boom--!

Suddenly, a ball of purple-black mist flew out from the deep forest in front and hit the old man directly!

The old man reacted quickly, as if he had been on guard for a long time, and immediately dodged to the side and was not hit at all.

The attack flew towards Glenn's face.

The latter tilted his head and easily avoided it.

"You are very unlucky to have met me. This will be the most painful experience of your life!" Dyke walked out, his body shrouded in terrifying dark elements, his tone full of coldness and disdain for the ignorant and weak.

"A... a fourth-level dark magician?!" The old man who climbed up again spoke with an unprecedented solemn tone.

"Is a fourth-level magician very powerful?" Glenn asked curiously.

"I really hate you ignorant mortals! The great fourth-level magician Dyke will let you know what power is!"

Before the old man could answer, Deckard spoke angrily, as if Glenn's nonchalant attitude irritated him.

The furious dark magician raised his hands high, and the spell he chanted was completed in an instant, and a complex array pattern was formed under his feet.

"Be careful!" the old man suddenly shouted at Glenn.

A feeling of being locked in arose in his heart, and Glenn immediately lowered his center of gravity, and his body shot out like a cannonball, rushing straight towards the dark magician who was casting a spell!

"Haha... stupid!" Dyke laughed out loud when he saw this ignorant mortal rushing towards him.

A sapling suddenly grew out of the ground, and the next moment it expanded rapidly, covering both of them.

Glenn felt as if his whole body was pierced by densely packed needles, and these needles were drinking his blood with extremely terrifying force!

He did not panic. The wolf poison in his body erupted instantly and, under the master's deliberate control, flowed along the syringes towards the strange tree, destroying every tissue of the tree.

Dyke, who was controlling the strange tree, was ready to suck his opponent into a mummy immediately, but his magical creation suddenly underwent uncontrollable changes, emitting dense and tiny shattering sounds one after another.

Finally, this strange tree created by a fourth-level magician collapsed right in front of its owner Dyke!

Glenn's figure appeared, but before he could make any move, Dyke had already completed the construction of the second magic. He swung out a terrifying long chain of lightning with his right hand and hit Glenn in the waist!

Glenn suddenly exerted force with his feet and dodged the attack by rolling sideways. At the same time, black hair grew out of his right hand, and sharp wolf claws appeared, grabbing towards Dyke's face with a sound of tearing air!

The long chain destroyed a large area of ​​trees and vegetation in the back, making a loud noise like a large explosion of dynamite! It covered up the harsh sound of the wolf claws colliding with Dyke's protective magic.

"Werewolf? Hahaha, with your fragile claws, it's impossible..."

The mocking voice of the fourth-level dark magician came to an abrupt end before he could finish.

Glenn's figure almost left an afterimage in front of Dyke, and the claw marks almost covered the entire field of vision of the fourth-level dark magician!

From the moment of contact, Glenn already felt the approximate strength of the protective shield. It was not to the extent that he could not break it no matter what. He just needed to attack it enough times!

The dense and continuous scratching sounds in his ears made Deke panic. He tried his best to maintain the protective shield and did not dare to be distracted to construct an attack magic counterattack.

This shows the flaw in his psychological quality. Although Dyke has the strength of a fourth-level magician, he does not have enough fighting experience.

Before he fell into depravity and became a black magician, he was already regarded as a genius by others and lived a life that most people envied. He did not need to work hard in the monster district, as his mentor would send him the necessary materials.

Even after his fall, he had never met an opponent who could fight him with all his strength, and this smooth sailing led to his habit of panicking when faced with difficulties.

"How is this possible?! I'm a great fourth-level magician! You can't defeat me!" Dyke's hands were shaking and his eyes were bloodshot.

"I thought you were so powerful? Turns out you're just a giant baby." Glenn broke through the defense with one claw, quickly grabbed the opponent's face, blocked his mouth and nose, and slammed the fourth-level magician's head into the ground. Streams of blood gushed out from between Glenn's fingers.

The old man came over at this time, took a look at the weak Dyke, and said with emotion: "There are still many destructive magics that have not been used, and they are defeated just like this..."

"It's the same result even if I used it. I didn't use my full strength either." Glenn stood up and clapped his hands.

"Does your change mean you become a werewolf? Will this change affect your personality?" The old man looked at Glenn's gradually recovering arm and thought deeply.

"Who knows..." Glenn said vaguely.

In fact, the old man was more confused than he showed. As far as he knew, werewolves did not seem to have the ability to partially transform into wolves. All recorded werewolves only had two forms, human and half-wolf.

Moreover, every werewolf transformation will go through a painful transformation process of several seconds, but looking at Glenn's smooth transformation, it doesn't look painful at all.

"Hurry up, this guy should not be your target. The real target is someone else. Why don't you leave?" Glenn had already smelled the scent of another person in the air and urged the old man.

"No need to go. That guy must have escaped. There is no doubt about it." The old man seemed very calm.