Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

The royal family did not care about public opinion, and the king issued a series of inexplicable orders after the ball.

One of them was to send Illya and her family to a place called Border House, which was one of the farthest places from the royal capital in Zen's territory.

The people were very resistant to this order and accused the king of being cowardly and not daring to face the werewolf ancestor.

And send blessings to poor Miss Illya.

A certain white-haired elf who got the news was even more disappointed, secretly cursing the old king for being so difficult to deal with.

"Forget it, luckily the master prepared a backup plan." Alfred whispered, his eyes looking through the high walls of the royal city to the thousands of lights.

It was late at night, and Glenn was taken by Windsor to one of the other party's villas in the royal capital to spend the night.

Sleeping soundly.

However, some force suddenly stimulated the wolf poison in his body, causing him to suddenly transform when he was caught off guard.

Glenn reacted and quickly suppressed his restless wolfsbane, and his body changed back to normal.

"What's going on?" He had a face full of question marks.

But before he could think about it, Wolfsbane was stimulated even more strongly again, resisting Glenn's will and trying to make Glenn enter a frenzied transformation state.

This phenomenon lasted for an hour before it subsided.

Glenn, who was sweating all over, opened the window and looked outside, trying to find out who was responsible.

Unfortunately nothing was found.

What he didn't know was that a few hours later, all the werewolves hidden in the entire Zen Kingdom transformed uncontrollably and wreaked havoc.

The next day, the news reached the relevant departments. Finally, because something related to the werewolf ancestor occurred at the ball, the king personally inquired about the werewolf collective riot.

Strangely enough, His Majesty the King and his ministers breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that there were no level seven werewolves in the recorded werewolf list.

They were relieved, but the white-haired elf who caused the trouble was furious.

In a room of the Royal Castle, Alfred was fiddling with something strange in his hands with a crazy look in his eyes.

It was a small thing that looked like a wolf's paw, emitting a strong smell of curse.

"Damn Moraticus! How dare you deceive me and the master! You will pay the price..."

Alfred had completely lost the elegant appearance he had in the eyes of outsiders. He looked like a madman who had failed in his mission and was tortured by guilt, anger and fear.

The Moraticus he mentioned is the real name of the werewolf ancestor.

Just as the white-haired elf was going crazy because his plan failed, a voice sounded in his mind:

"Afre, my most faithful believer, pray now, pray to the great me!..."

Hearing this voice, Afre's eyes suddenly regained clarity. He knew that it was the Silver God who asked him to go to the Kingdom of God to meet him.

Prayer actually refers to a way of building a channel to the kingdom of God.

Without further delay, Alfrey raised his hand and cast a sealing spell and an illusion spell on the bedroom.

He then took out a series of rare magical materials from his storage items, arranged them according to strict rules, and formed ritual marks.

All this took only a few seconds, and when the last spell was finished, the white-haired elf's consciousness was pulled into a world made of silver and white.

Alfred did not spend even a second looking at this magical world. Instead, he crawled to the ground as fast as he could and pressed his face tightly against the mirror-like ground.

"Great Lord! Your most humble and loyal servant is waiting for your orders!"

The sound echoed in the empty world.

After a long time, a great, supreme voice sounded:

"My elf servant, you did not complete my instructions. After accepting the punishment, come back and explain to me."

"Yes! My Lord!"

A white light flashed, and in just a moment, Alfred felt the pain of his flesh and blood being torn apart and his soul being torn apart.

Although it was only a moment, in the eyes of the punished person, it felt like countless days and nights had passed.

After being punished, Afre was in an extremely weak state both mentally and physically, but he dared not show it. He still lay on the ground respectfully, only cold sweat flowed uncontrollably from every inch of his skin.

"Go ahead."

The great voice said lightly.

Alfred swallowed, realizing how serious a mistake he had made.

Although the great Silver God's plans did not always go smoothly, this was the first time that they failed due to the mistakes of his subordinates.

If it were any other believer, his soul would have been taken away long ago, and he would have to endure eternal torture.

This also shows how much the Silver God values ​​Afre.

Afrey was also aware of this, and while he was terrified and delighted, he did not forget to maintain respect for the Lord.

He said in a voice of great awe:

"My great Lord! It was the werewolf ancestor Moraticus! He deceived me! He said he would give me something that would make all the werewolves lose control! Then the seventh-level special werewolf would definitely appear! But he didn't! The werewolf ancestor must have deceived me!"

After Alfred finished speaking, there was silence for several minutes before the Silver God spoke:

"I understand. Go find it in the Endless Dungeon later and ask it to give you a reasonable explanation."

"Yes! My Lord!"

After the white-haired elf answered, his consciousness was pushed out of this space and re-entered his body.

He easily erased all traces of the ritual and severed all threads of fate before removing the protective magic from the room.

After doing all this, Alfred suddenly sat up on the bed, his body twitching slightly uncontrollably.

A bunch of lowly and dirty guys! Whether it's the werewolf or Moraticus! How dare you not follow my Lord's plan!? Sooner or later, I will destroy you! ... He thought angrily in his heart.

The long-prepared operation had failed. It took Alfred a long time to calm down and accept the fact.

Illya must stay in the capital! ...The white-haired elf sitting on the bed suddenly stood up, used magic to make himself clean and elegant again, and left the room quickly.

……

At home in Windsor, Glenn looked at the newspaper delivered in the morning and fell into deep thought.

The incident of all the werewolves going crazy mentioned above always made him feel that someone was coming towards him.

However, since he had been involved in so many things, he had no idea who he had offended, or who his uniqueness had attracted.

There are enemies everywhere... Glenn put down the newspaper with a wry smile.

"After showing you how life is here, aren't you tempted at all?"

Windsor came out with two glasses of milk and handed one to Glenn.

These days she has been trying to win Glenn's heart with this comfortable and decadent life, hoping that in this way Glenn would be willing to stay here.

But even though Glenn seemed to enjoy it, he still refused when he should.

"I still think my cabin is fine."