Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

The weather in the royal capital is very nice and sunny today.

But some people's mood is not improving at all.

On the surface, he had left the capital, but in reality, the elf Afre, who had transformed into an ordinary citizen, was pacing back and forth in an ordinary house with a gloomy face.

The plan had an unexpected turn of events. What on earth was going on? It couldn't be that there was something wrong with my Lord's calculations. Someone must have gotten involved! ... Alfred guessed in his heart.

Suddenly he received an order:

"My devout believer, come to the Bright Room to see me now!"

Alfrey shuddered, made a respectful gesture to the air, and without hesitation, went out directly.

Soon after, he appeared in a heavily guarded noble mansion.

Even his appearance had changed. Now he was an inconspicuous butler, pushing a nutritious meal cart towards a room.

Illya looked haggard, and was surrounded by people taking care of her.

Suddenly, the eyes of the people around became empty, and they left the room in an orderly manner.

And Afrey also entered here after everyone left.

Illya's pale face immediately revealed an indifferent and majestic expression, and her voice was light and powerful:

"That werewolf showed up at the most inappropriate time."

"There must be some other god involved! Otherwise it wouldn't be such a coincidence!"

Alfred prostrated himself on the ground and expressed his guess.

"You are right this time. There must be some divine intervention. I cannot confirm it yet, but I still have someone I suspect."

"May I ask, my Lord, who is it?"

"The goddess of peace is the only one who still stubbornly stays on the mainland."

A scene of a werewolf walking on the main street of the royal capital appeared in front of Illya, and her eyes were always fixed on the wolf's face.

"So, how do we respond? Although no one and no God can ruin the Lord's plan, we still need to be on guard."

Alfred spoke carefully.

"We're not the only ones who want to take on this werewolf," Illya deadpanned.

"I understand." Alfred immediately showed a look of understanding.

"There is one more thing. The seed left by the werewolf ancestor in the fourth prince has just been removed."

"How is this possible?! Could it be that..."

"It was done by that Level 7 werewolf. Obviously, it has escaped the control of the Werewolf Ancestor. This is also the reason why the last operation was unsuccessful."

"I knew it!" Alfred felt wronged and angry when he remembered that he was punished for this.

"A small change won't have much impact. No matter how special it is, it's just a weakling of level seven and can't escape my calculations."

Illya's words sounded extremely confident, as if everything was under her control.

"My Lord will definitely be the final winner!" A light of admiration flashed in Afre's eyes.

Illya was about to dismiss the illusion before her eyes, but at a certain moment she noticed something and paused.

She narrowed her eyes and zoomed in a little bit, locking onto the steel wrist guard on the werewolf's left wrist.

This is the Flame Fang, Illya has known it for a long time, but there is an inconspicuous green in it, hidden in the gaps of the silver wristband.

Illya's eyes suddenly widened, "Goddess of Flowers!?"

This sound startled Alfred, "My Lord, what's wrong?"

Illya did not answer, but remained silent, staring fixedly at the emerald green vines frozen in the picture.

"Alfred," she called out suddenly.

"Yes, my Lord."

"Go prepare for that ceremony."

Illyat said "that", and Afre immediately understood what she meant.

The long-lived elf who transformed into a human was stunned for a moment, but still agreed respectfully.

……

Inside the castle, a giant werewolf was lying on an arc-shaped statue, his head resting on his hands, basking in the sun leisurely.

There are delicious food on the side that smells delicious.

Glenn waited for the sun to set so that the king could come to see him.

There were stealthy footsteps nearby, and Glenn knew that it was a young golden griffin. That little creature had come here no less than ten times since Glenn came here.

According to the servant nearby, the griffin is a noble elemental species. When it grows up, it will have a very high affinity for light elements and master a very powerful light element attack.

This is a noble of the same level as Fate's black griffin.

I don’t know why the little thing is so curious about Glenn. It comes back after being scared away several times.

"That little thing is here again, where are its parents?" Glenn sighed.

A knight at the side looked back at the golden feathers at the corner of the wall and said helplessly:

"Its parents are the mounts of Marshals Barov and Xingxia. They are busy training every day and have no time to look after this little fellow. The trainee knights take turns to look after him."

"Then why didn't I see any trainee knights looking after it today?" Glenn asked leisurely.

"Maybe I didn't keep a close eye on him. This little guy is very noisy."

As he was speaking, a ball of light suddenly shot towards the werewolf, and the knight only had time to say "be careful".

The ball of light hit Glenn, but not a single hair fell off, and he didn't even feel any pain.

"It was quite noisy indeed." Glenn scratched the spot where he was hit.

"I'll take it away right now, please don't be angry, sir."

The knight was frightened and was about to take the naughty griffin away.

Glenn stopped him and said, "No need. I know how to educate children. Just watch me."

The knight couldn't stop Glenn, he could only watch.

After launching an attack, the little golden griffin hid its body behind the wall and waited for a while, but the werewolf's screams were never heard.

This made it very confused.

He carefully peered over his head again and found that the evil creature lying on the curved statue was gone.

Just as he was about to look around, his body was hugged by a big hand.

When I reacted, it was already in the hands of the scary werewolf.

The little griffin let out a sharp cry of fear, flapped its broad wings and waved its limbs, but it was of no avail.

Glenn had a ferocious look on his face, and he deliberately showed his terrible teeth as if he was about to bite, and tried the little griffin's belly several times.

The latter's voice became hoarse, and Glenn didn't let go until he fainted from fright.

"It should be well behaved now," Glenn said as he put the little griffin on the ground.

Several knights rushed forward and carried it away.

"I think it will either hate werewolves or be afraid of them in the future." The knight accompanying Glenn said with a wry smile.

In secret, several powerful men who had been monitoring Glenn were speechless. It was too absurd for a monster who could be regarded as a legendary level to do such a childish thing.

"It's nothing, actually. I remember Fate used to bully her mount like this when she was little."

Someone said this, but was quickly met with a death stare from Fate.