Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Just after leaving the dungeon, the old king received news that the fourth prince had broken free from his restraints and left the hospital.

This surprised him greatly, and he quickly asked about the situation. After learning the whole process, he learned from the attendant who followed the fourth prince that the other party was now with Illya.

"Your Majesty, the Fourth Prince is definitely being controlled by the Werewolf Ancestor. We should control him immediately."

The guardian magician who was originally in stealth mode revealed his figure and suggested.

"Let's see what Rick's current condition is like first. I have a bad feeling. I need to make some preparations and call the Fourth Prince back, if he still listens to me."

The old king rubbed his brows, but still tried his best to keep himself sober and rational enough to give orders.

But the magician beside him had to tell him another piece of bad news, "I just received news that the strongest man in the Tanks Kingdom, the War Maniac, wants to visit, and he is coming for the werewolves..."

"Refuse him. We don't have time to deal with such things now."

The old king almost roared. He already had enough troubles now. Even a duel between level seven warriors was not worth his distraction.

"But this will affect the relationship between the two countries. That warmongerer has a bad temper, and the Kingdom of Tanks is very courteous to him. So..."

"This is a diplomat's business. You don't need me to teach you how to handle it, right?"

"understood."

Everything just goes on like this.

As expected by the old king, the fourth prince now ignored his orders.

The old king chose to tolerate this disrespectful behavior because he knew it was not his son's fault.

……

Bayek.

Glenn took Li, who had almost learned the common language, to school today.

Before, this little girl from another world had always stayed with the elves. She was originally taken care of by Deng Ruier, but sometimes he didn't have time, so he handed her over to her fellow tribesmen.

It was some time later that A Duo learned of Li's existence. She should have seen him when she went to the farm sometimes, but she just didn't meet him by chance.

When A Duo learned that this cute little girl was going to go to school with her, she was extremely happy and treated her like her own sister.

The stag cart was shaking slightly, but the laughter of the two little girls on the cart could not be stopped.

Glenn was driving ahead, absentmindedly thinking about the soul-guiding lantern.

He tried several times to enter the world created by the lantern, but he couldn't make up his mind.

He didn't know why, but he had a feeling that now was not the right time. If he entered, he would definitely miss something in the future.

"Dylan, I want to eat some cheese when we get to town later."

A Duo suddenly put her arms around Glenn's neck from behind and said coquettishly.

“Can the cheese there be as delicious as the food I cook?”

Glenn said narcissistically.

"Buy some. I want to try it."

"Okay, but we can't waste it if it doesn't taste good."

"Ok."

Despite all the fuss, the nearby destination was still not reached.

Glenn noticed something was wrong, the surrounding environment seemed to have changed.

A thick fog covered the world.

When I looked back, Aduo and Li, who had just been acting coquettishly and laughing with me, had fallen asleep without me noticing.

Who is targeting him again? ...Glenn spread his senses and soon spotted a familiar figure in front of him.

"The messenger of the goddess of peace?" Glenn called out the other party's identity. The old man in the white holy robe walked towards him silently.

He bowed slightly to Glenn from a distance of about a hundred steps and said:

"We meet again. I'm here to bring you some bad news. I'm sorry to affect your mood."

Glenn jumped off the sled and stood between the old man and the sled. He said:

"If you have anything to say, just say it, I'll listen."

The old man was about to speak, but his expression froze, as if something unexpected had happened.

Glenn also noticed something, looked around, and then suddenly looked to the old man's side.

A hazy figure appeared there, radiating a natural glow. It was the projection of the goddess of flowers.

The old man quickly bowed deeply to the projection of the flower god and said, "My master's greetings to you, goddess of flowers."

The flower god seemed unable to speak, but just raised his hand.

The old man immediately understood what he meant and stood up, but his eyes still showed respect for this being.

A vague thought entered Glenn's mind, which roughly meant:

"I need a chance to talk to you. I want to speak to you through the medium of the messenger of the goddess of peace."

It turns out that the flower god cannot appear easily and needs the help of a medium. He must be here to discuss making me a messenger of the god, right? ... Glenn guessed this and nodded slightly.

The flower goddess then said that what the messenger of the goddess of peace was going to say was more important, so they should wait until the other party finished speaking before discussing it.

The old man received the message, nodded, walked a few steps towards Glenn, and said:

"Mr. Glenn, the Kingdom of Zen is about to face a huge crisis. This is a plan by several gods. If their plan succeeds, the lives of an entire nation will be reduced to ashes. You are an uncontrollable factor beyond their calculations. For the sake of your friend, my Lord hopes that you can take action at the appropriate time to save innocent people."

"What crisis? Can't you explain it more clearly?" Glenn frowned, expressing his dissatisfaction with such unclear information.

"This is a calculation between the gods. The Goddess of Peace only detected their movements through her power and only knew that this was a disaster that would affect the lives of countless mortals. Mr. Glenn, you are an unprecedented level seven werewolf. You still have terrible potential. You are the only one who can reverse this situation."

The old man's face remained calm, but his words were convincing.

Glenn stared at the other person for a while, then lowered his head and began to think.

Considering some strange phenomena that had appeared since he arrived in the royal capital, he felt as if the country was shrouded in something.

"Is there anything special in the royal capital?"

Glenn's ambiguous question made the old man silent for a moment. He seemed to be accepting the revelation of the Goddess of Peace.

After a moment, he nodded and said:

"Under the current capital of the Kingdom of Zen is the home of the Earth Dragon, Belaka. She is the representative of the dying earth, the ruler of all earth elements, and the mother of the demon dragon Atorcanstin."

Glenn's pupils shrank. He was certain that the Silver God must be among the gods plotting this time.

Not only does this guy have minions in the Dragon Ruins, but at the Royal Capital Ball, the elf Afre, who is suspected to be a fanatic follower of the Silver God, also showed up.

"How much do you know about the Silver God?"

Glenn suddenly asked.

The old man waited for a while before answering, "The Silver God is a relatively ancient god. There is little information about him on the continent, and the gods don't know each other very well. The Silver God is the kind of god who values ​​his own information very much, and my master doesn't know much about him either."