Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

It's really hard to find what you are looking for... Glenn's mouth was about to rise, and he was ready to capture the half-succubus who had threatened Dany.

But there was another powerful aura in the sky approaching rapidly, and Glenn paused.

However, the half-succubus in front, who was so far away that she could only be seen as a small dot with the naked eye, did not notice it. By the time she reacted, there was already a huge figure behind her.

The half-succubus had a playful smile on her face, but when she sensed the presence behind her, her smile froze immediately.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he said with difficulty:

"Old Marshal, don't get me wrong, I just came to see them."

Behind him was the old marshal of the Zen Kingdom, who was as tall as a wild bear.

However, although the old marshal still looked strong at this time, his chest was slightly heaving, his clothes were a little messy, and no one knew what he had just encountered.

After hearing the half-succubus' words, the tall, white-haired old man did not answer, but suddenly stretched out his big hand and grabbed the head of the guy in front of him.

It's as easy as pinching a persimmon.

Chernosalk felt the pressure on his head increasing. If this continued, he would be crushed to death by the head on his neck.

Endless fear occupied his heart. He struggled with all his might, but it was of no use.

"Old man! If you dare to kill me! Mother will avenge you at all costs! Let me go!"

As if because of the half-succubus's words, the old marshal suddenly loosened his hand.

Chenosark fell to the ground and gasped for breath. He even heard the sound of his skull cracking, but luckily he survived.

On Glenn's side, A Duo also saw a figure far ahead, so she asked curiously:

"Dylan, there are two people over there, what are they doing?"

Glenn did not answer but suddenly pulled the reins, turning the stag cart around.

"Dylan, aren't we going to school?"

"I think I dropped something just now, let me go back and look for it."

The deer cart left the old marshal's sight.

The half-succubus on the ground turned around and cursed: "Old thing! You are nothing but trash abandoned by your mother! How dare you treat me like this!? Haven't you suffered enough?!"

However, the old marshal simply withdrew his gaze from the deer cart, glanced at him coldly, and said:

"Go back. If I find out you're in the Kingdom of Zen again, I'll kill you."

There was no fluctuation in the tone, but it made the half-succubus feel an unparalleled sense of intimidation.

He gritted his teeth and finally dared not say anything. He spread a pair of devil wings behind him and was about to fly away.

But then a voice shouted:

"Don't even think about leaving!"

The old marshal could clearly see that a strange magical power was enveloping the half-succubus, and he also saw that this magical power was released from an extremely unexpected person.

Chenosark was already weak, and was completely unprepared for this strange magical attack, and was knocked down.

Glenn walked over slowly with a magical flame in his hand that was strengthened by the curse.

The half-succubus showed the same surprised expression as the old marshal.

"You!...How can you have such powerful magic?!"

Chernosalk asked with distorted features.

Glenn hadn't figured out the situation yet, especially the old marshal and his own identities, so he mixed curses into magic and disguised himself as such an alternative high-level magician.

The old marshal belongs to an official organization. He doesn't want his identity as a werewolf to be exposed, which would affect his relatively peaceful life.

"Your magic..." The old marshal raised his hand slightly, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

"With the help of some of Bayek's friends, is there a problem?" Glenn shrugged.

The other party must know where Bayek is, so it's not surprising that any weirdo appears there, and it can be explained.

Sure enough, the old marshal just frowned and didn't show any doubt.

"Now it's my turn to ask you, old man, what is your relationship with me?"

Glenn looked the old marshal straight in the eyes.

Just lowering his eyes slightly, the old marshal confessed: "I am your grandfather, a blood relative."

It really is Grandpa, but why did the original owner's father say that the original owner's grandfather was dead? A conflict? ... Glenn was puzzled, but on the surface he looked slightly surprised.

He asked out his doubts.

The old marshal's eyes darkened and he said, "Your father is unwilling to acknowledge me because I am a coward and he feels that he is not suitable to be my son."

Glenn raised one eyebrow, as if to say, "Don't make it so riddle-like. Speak more clearly."

But at this time, the half-succubus that was shot down wanted to escape when no one was paying attention, but this naturally would not succeed.

An elemental flame laced with black curse surrounded Chernosark, blocking all routes of retreat.

"You little brat! This old guy doesn't even dare to touch me! Do you know who you have offended?! I promise! You will regret doing this so much! Do you hear me!"

The half-succubus in the flames was extremely angry, and her tone was full of contempt for the two people outside who could control her own destiny.

Glenn no longer cared about the old marshal and walked towards the idiot who couldn't understand the situation with his signature sneer.

"Are you a member of the Holy Spirit Family?"

The first words Glenn said made the old marshal and the half-succubus change their expressions slightly.

Young people who don’t understand that there is nothing threatening in this information will know this.

But what followed was even more surprising to them.

"Your name is Chernosark. I heard from some guys in the Kingdom of Winter that you are a lowly stallion who likes to sow seeds everywhere. You boast that you have the support of the Holy Spirit Family and you have done many inhumane things without any scruples, right?"

The tone was light, but the certainty within it could be clearly felt.

"You know a lot, so you should realize that the only way now is to kneel down and beg for my forgiveness. Maybe you will have a better ending."

Chernosalk gave a sinister smile.

Glenn didn't care what the other party said, but said to himself:

"The current head of the Holy Spirit Family is your mother. They are quite close. I wonder how she would react if I cut off your head and gave it to her as a gift? It will surely be exciting."

The old marshal and Chernosalk both shuddered.

The former was because he thought of the woman's madness, and the latter was because Glenn was extremely angry because he dared to have such thoughts.

This lowly thing! Trash in the mud! How dare he think of such a thing! How dare he! ... The eyes of the half-succubus in the fire cage instantly turned into the eyes of a demon, and sharp teeth burst out of her lips, biting them with a creaking sound.

He was cursing in a confusing demonic language, which Glenn couldn't understand at all, nor did he care.

"Before I kill you, I will torture you in the most extreme way, keeping you on the brink of mental collapse. Finally, I will chop off your head, leaving your expression forever frozen in the most painful moment. That must be a top-notch head!"

Glenn exuded a murderous intent that seemed to be tangible, in order to show his determination to the people in the cage.