Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

After the octopus head finished speaking, it waited for a long time for its master to respond, but it was not impatient at all.

Even if its master made it kneel here for a thousand years, it would not complain at all.

Finally, that voice that was so noble to Octopus Head sounded again:

"An eighth-level werewolf, this really arouses my strong interest, but I still have to think about it carefully. Maybe the remaining will of the magic dragon is more interesting than me."

"Everything is subject to the master's arrangement!"

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Among the ruins.

Glenn followed Night Howl's vague expression and found the special place with countless corpses.

Everyone was surprised to see the strange scene.

"This is so..." Diana covered her mouth, unable to find the right words to describe her feelings at the moment.

Glenn jumped down from the corpse pit dug by Night Howl, looked down at the skulls of the Sarola people, and walked towards the cross in the center.

These corpses were brought by the evil dragon. Before this, the corpses were definitely not in this form.

The current situation should be caused by the dragon, but I don’t know why.

Considering what the other party had told him, Glenn felt that it might be related to the innate magic of preserving the soul.

I looked around the cross again and again, but didn't find anything to explore.

The others were standing in the outer circle, waiting for Glenn's instructions.

Unable to find any useful doubts, Glenn transformed himself into a werewolf and enhanced his perception to find the special features of the cross and the bones.

This immediately made him realize that there was a complex and extremely regular magical energy circuit flowing inside the entire mountain of corpses.

Glenn couldn't see through it at his current level, but he found a way to expose and crack the circuit.

You can also get what you want.

As a large amount of curse power rushed towards the extra organs in the body, a werewolf's unique curse breath sprayed towards a certain location in the corpse.

Suddenly, the magic energy circuit that was originally functioning normally was destroyed, and a huge amount of magic mist rose in the air. This was a defense mechanism.

But for someone like Glenn, such a defense mechanism is equivalent to nothing.

The hills of bones, originally much harder than steel, gradually disintegrated and turned into what they should have been.

The cross fell and was caught by Glenn's claws.

At the same time, the lament of the last of the race came into Glenn's mind. It was the last breath of the corpse tied to the cross.

Glenn didn't know who was on the cross or why they were tied there, but he would bury the bones.

The magic that could preserve the soul had been transformed into an ancient symbol through a special method and was engraved on the hand holding the cross in Glenn's hand.

After this incident, Glenn found a place that he thought was a good feng shui location and buried the remains on an island outside the ruins.

Glenn did it alone after asking Pike and others to return to Bayek.

He also had to go check out what Ye Hou had done, and hoped it wouldn't be too troublesome.

During this period, Glenn specially rescued the crazy magician, but the guy fainted after passing through the portal and could not be woken up no matter how hard he tried.

So Glenn threw the magician into the basement and tied him up with a curse.

Following Night Howl's guidance, he found the huge ancient door.

Walking in, I quickly found the breath of Night Howl in the world of yellow sand.

After he transformed, he ran at high speed.

It didn't take long before he saw a castle built in the desert, which was very similar in style to the ruins of the magic dragon.

But what concerned Glenn more was the cheering sounds and the lively atmosphere that filled the castle.

Ignoring the many dragon corpses half buried in the sand on the ground, Glenn saw Night Howl coming to greet him as soon as he entered the castle.

This guy's appearance has changed a lot. Not to mention the shiny decorative armor on his body, even the pair of folded huge wings growing on his back are completely different from the one-eyed dog before.

There were countless little creatures wearing colorful armors following Night Howl. Although they were weak, their faces were filled with determined expressions as if they were ready to die for Night Howl at any time.

Glenn's appearance certainly aroused the vigilance of the soldiers in the castle, but after seeing his werewolf form, they all relaxed their vigilance.

They thought that Glenn was also a pet or follower of the One-Eyed King.

But if Glenn knew their thoughts, he would definitely act like a master beating the dog without saying a word to make them distinguish between the primary and secondary.

As expected, when Glenn patted Night Howl's head, all the little natives froze.

An expression as if something was not right appeared on every little face.

Glenn looked at the wolf monsters he had assigned to Night Howl and found that one was missing, so he asked curiously:

"One was killed in the battle?"

However, Night Howl's ears drooped, and he told Glenn the whole story with some embarrassment and fear.

After learning the truth, Glenn was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

It turned out that the dead wolf monster was responsible for carrying the good things, but because the harvest was too rich, it stuffed itself to death.

The Night Howlers also stayed here and refused to leave because they were worried that they could not take away too many treasures.

"Too many treasures is indeed a problem. This harvest has made me a super-rich man who is as rich as a country. How should I spend this money?"

When Glenn was wondering how to plan for the future, a little princess dressed in extremely exquisite and beautiful clothes, as if she had walked out of a fairy tale, came over, escorted by a group of guards.

His sight was drawn to it, and Glenn suddenly had an idea. He thought that he could probably squeeze water out of such a beautiful, fragrant and soft little thing with just one hand.

Putting aside the nonsensical thoughts in his mind, he had already heard the little fairy tale princess speaking.

"Respected Master Divine Beast, is this your friend?"

The wolf monster in charge of translation immediately acted as an interpreter.

Glenn also heard it, and secretly laughed at the little thing calling Night Howl, a ferocious thing, a divine beast.

Yehou dared not do that again in front of Glenn, and immediately asked the translator wolf to tell the little thing that this was his extremely respected master.

This little fairy tale princess was naturally Li, the first indigenous cub rescued by Ye Hou. When she heard that the new guy was the owner of an extremely powerful divine beast, she was completely stunned.

It is hard to imagine that if the Night Roar is so powerful and unreasonable, what kind of existence must its extremely respected master be!

The Aboriginal people at that time had no concept of God, otherwise they would have compared Glenn to a god.

Even if they called Night Howl a divine beast, it was only a matter of translation. The divine beast in their language could also be translated as a holy beast. In short, it was an extremely noble and sacred beast.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Li quickly knelt down. After all, she had experienced war and her mentality was mature enough.

"So you are the master of the sacred beast! Thank you for saving our tribe and our people. We will swear allegiance to you until death!"

The other natives also knelt down and repeated what the Saint had just said.

Glenn stared with dead eyes, wanting to sigh, but still said:

"Everyone, get up."