Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

"You'll soon know what it means." Glenn, transformed into a werewolf, raised his arms high, and his flaming fangs let out a howl as if excited.

A strong sense of uneasiness occupied the heart of the man dressed as the Grim Reaper.

Although it had just absorbed the purple fire, if such a fierce and large ball of fire fell down, it would have no chance of survival.

With almost no hesitation, the pursuer who was just full of anger immediately became a deserter, running for his life at the fastest speed he could!

During this period, he continued to use his ability to become virtual, intending to use this method to get a chance of survival.

But in Glenn's eyes, such speed was no different from a turtle's crawling. He just accelerated slightly and caught up with the opponent.

As it watched in horror, a huge purple flame engulfed it.

The terrifying roar, as cold as ice, seemed to pierce the sky.

Even with such a powerful fire, it still burned for a while before it was extinguished.

Glenn thought nothing would be left, but he didn't expect to find an ancient lantern lying quietly on the scorched earth.

The flames were dark green, and a strong soul scent filled the air.

Glenn stretched out his huge wolf claw and picked up the extraordinary lantern with two fingers.

As soon as he came into contact with it, he knew how to use this thing called power.

Glenn's eyes gradually widened, and he was shocked by the powerful function of this thing.

This lantern allows the holder to have a world of his own. In this world, the holder is a god and can do whatever he wants. All he needs is a thought and all his wishes will come true.

No matter who you are, you will want to have a world of your own, where you make your own rules, experience all the happiness, and release your desires.

Even Glenn was almost overwhelmed by the surprise. He quickly shook his head. He firmly believed that there was no free lunch in this world, and there would be consequences if he used it.

Human desires are like rolling stones on a mountain. Once you start, you can never stop. You have to be very cautious... Glenn took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

He put away the lantern that everyone wanted, and used his super perception to find the whereabouts of the guy who used him as a shield.

Glenn will not give up unless he catches the other party this time.

Although the opponent's breath was extremely concealed, Glenn was now at the seventh level of transformation. He could even count how many bacteria there were in the air, and tracking them was even easier.

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Forest of Wind.

Inovarion was in a very good mood as he traveled through this magical forest suspended ten thousand meters in the air.

He felt extremely happy when he thought that he had once again stolen the soul grass from right under the nose of the Death Guide so easily.

"I will be able to gain a lot of merits when I return this time. Soon, I will be the fastest promoted person in the Wind Forest. I am simply amazing!"

He is enjoying the future happily.

A huge tree trunk appears in the distance ahead, its roots and crown obscured by hazy clouds, appearing ethereal and fantastic.

This tree is bigger than a mountain. Even though Enovallion has seen it more than once, he is still amazed by its magnificence.

Countless figures like him, emitting golden starlight, were flying around the giant tree, like bees working hard in a hive.

They have different races, elves, dwarves, goblins, kobolds and so on.

They are all members serving a special organization here.

Inovallion flew with ease to a work station suspended around a giant tree, and a female dwarf on it immediately showed a surprised expression.

"Enovalion! When I saw your smile, I knew you succeeded again! That black guy you mentioned still couldn't catch you!"

The female dwarf is named Porosa and is Aenovarion's direct leader.

Originally, Enovallion would have been just one of thousands of ordinary workers, but since this guy discovered his special talent, everything has changed.

This talent is that he has special perception. During a collection trip, he accidentally discovered a very strange thing, or creature.

He was a guy holding a sickle, searching for lonely souls everywhere. Later he called him the Death Guide.

Originally, Enovallion didn't want to pay attention to it, but the other party exuded a strong scent of energy, which was exactly what he needed to contribute.

After much hesitation, he decided to take a risk, but he didn't expect that the guy who looked very dangerous was so clumsy that it was too easy for him to escape with his abilities.

After stealing a reserve tank from the other person, he used some means to escape.

This includes the trick used on Glenn, which always works.

He then handed in the jar he had obtained, and after a few days of anxious waiting, he was rewarded and praised.

This made Enovallion very happy, as if he had found a shortcut to the peak of his life.

His superior, the female dwarf Porosa, asked him where the jar came from. He originally wanted to keep it a secret, but considering that he would need a lot of help from his superior in the future, he told her the truth.

After hearing this, the female dwarf expressed her desire to see it in person, and Inovallion agreed.

However, after finding the black figure again, the female dwarf said that she could not see the other person, but could only feel a terrible breath in the direction pointed by Inovallion.

While feeling strange, Enovallion also felt relieved, knowing that this was a shortcut that belonged only to him.

This was also demonstrated by the subsequent encounters with colleagues at work. It was indeed true that he was the only one who could see the black figure.

This matter is no secret in the Wind Forest. Many people want to learn it, but it is useless. Only Enovallion is the most special.

Things were simple after that. Every time the black figure collected a full tank of energy, Enovallion would come and take it away.

So there was the scene that Glenn saw, where the furious Death chased after Enovallion and chopped him.

"It's really too stupid. I fooled it again."

Inovallion smiled with great satisfaction and handed the jar hidden behind him to the female dwarf.

"Don't be so complacent. Be careful. From your description, that guy must be very dangerous."

The female dwarf put the jar into a frame that looked like a sealing prop and warned.

"Don't worry, nothing unexpected will happen!"

Aenovarion patted his chest, obviously feeling extremely swelled.

"Hmph! Are you planning to drag innocent people down with you again?" A powerful voice sounded, extremely unfriendly.

The two turned around and saw that it was a tiger-headed man. He was blind in his left eye, huge in size, strong and powerful, and it was obvious that he was not a easy person to get along with.

In the face of the question, Enovallion didn't care at all, "Tanlus, we tree selectors only need to consider how to get energy for the sacred tree, and everything else is secondary."

"The sacred tree will not accept your argument! You are not qualified to be the tree chooser!"

When the tiger-headed man heard what Enovallion said, he got furious and made a loud noise.