Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

After Glenn took out all the things from the witch, he went to the side to study them by himself, leaving others trying to steal his power.

He mainly wanted to see the ability of this witch. If she succeeded, he would force her to hand over her magic and decide her life or death based on her character.

If the opponent fails, you will still force him to hand over all the rare spells he possesses, and his life or death will depend on his character.

The predictive mask has been shut down for so long, it's time to recover, let's go back and take a look... Glenn suddenly remembered the useful predictive mask. Life without it was really inconvenient.

The witch was in a state of complete confusion at the moment. This werewolf was simply a lunatic. Even if he was confident in himself, he was too confident.

It's like he has to wait until she succeeds.

This feeling of being looked down upon finally made the witch, who had lived for who knows how long, angry.

She worked even harder to seize control of the wolf-like pig-men, but progress was still slow.

Time passed slowly, and many flying fairies appeared around him.

They all looked at the werewolf who was lying on the side watching the witch's performance with eyes of great admiration. Some fed him, some massaged his legs, and it was so pleasant.

"Don't be so proud, werewolf! When I succeed, I'll see how you can still laugh!?"

The witch said through gritted teeth.

She had never experienced being treated like a circus clown before. A feeling of shame and anger that had not appeared in a thousand years surged into her heart, making the spell in her hand unstable.

"Pay attention, I'm not in a hurry." Glenn supported his head with one hand and ate the fruit that the flying fairy peeled and handed to him, and reminded him in a friendly manner.

The parrot in the corner was drooling at the colorful fruits.

"Werewolf God, these are fruits we collected in the western forest. They taste very good. Come and have a taste."

A petite female flying fairy found an opportunity, pushed aside the companion who was feeding Glenn, handed him a large, round purple fruit, and spoke attentively.

Glenn opened his mouth comfortably, waiting for the latter to put the fruit into his mouth.

He understood the happiness of the nobility, which could easily lead to their depravity.

The flying fairy who was pushed away was very angry. He puffed up his cheeks and began to look for an opportunity to return to his position.

Just wait for me, I will let these pigmen serve me in the same way in a while, and you will perform on the side! ... The witch thought bitterly.

She already had confidence because she felt that the connection was almost cut, but she was worried that the other party would suddenly attack at the last moment, which would be troublesome.

But Glenn had no intention of caring about it, and instead became a little excited.

This witch really has something. She can even slowly wear off an eighth-level curse like this... Glenn's chewing movements gradually slowed down.

The light in the dungeon suddenly dimmed, and only the wolf-transformed pigman in the cell was emitting a slight red light, making the place look extremely eerie.

"Hehe...hahaha!" The witch shrugged her shoulders, first laughed slightly, and then laughed out loud.

She succeeded, and these wolf-like pigmen will be completely at her disposal.

With this powerful force, many things will become extremely simple, and long-cherished wishes will be within sight.

"Hahaha... wuwu..." As she laughed, she suddenly burst into tears. It was not easy at all. Fate played such a trick on her, but she still struggled to find a way to survive.

The wolf-like pigmen in the cells opened their eyes one by one, stood up slowly, tore open the cell doors with ease, and lined up stiffly in the corridor.

Glenn continued chewing, but his eyes were fixed on the witch, as if he was waiting for her decision.

The flying fairies didn't care at all and continued to find ways to serve their werewolf god.

The witch, who thought she was in complete control, looked at Glenn meaningfully, wanting to appreciate his helpless and crazy state.

No matter how talented you are, you are still one step behind me... She thought complacently in her heart.

But after waiting for a while, the werewolf remained the same, eating the food fed by the flying fairy, and did not seem to have an expression that showed he could not accept reality.

Only the bald parrots chirped happily around her.

"How is it? What do you think now, Mr. Werewolf?" The witch ignored the noisy parrot and asked Glenn.

Glenn swallowed the food in his mouth and nodded, "Well, you are really capable."

"You are quite capable?" The witch sneered disdainfully. "You are still stubborn until now. I didn't realize that you are such a stubborn person. You must be extremely shocked in your heart, right?"

Without waiting for Glenn's response, she suddenly took the initiative to walk towards Glenn, stretched out two pale and slender fingers and said:

"Now I'll give you two choices."

"Which two?" Glenn asked with great interest.

The witch said with a smile, "First, become my subordinate and use your wisdom to help me create more powerful puppets like this. In the future, I can give you anything you want."

"What about number two?"

"Second, you rejected my first request. I had no choice but to use force to make you submit, but your treatment will not be good. You can only be my pet and can only be controlled by me. Well, I will just take you as a mount."

The witch nodded her chin, looking a little cute.

Glenn pushed away the flying fairy who was about to feed him, stood up, and exhaled a stream of black smoke from his mouth, which instantly dissipated into the air and disappeared.

After a moment, the witch who was still waiting for Glenn's choice suddenly had her pupils shrink and her body trembled slightly.

It was unbelievable that the many wolf-transformed pigmen that had just belonged to him were out of control and taken over by a stronger will.

She saw the werewolf's playful smile in front of her, and a chill rushed to her head, and she felt like she was falling into an ice cellar.

The wolf-pigs returned to the cell, and the cell door magically restored itself.

What kind of incomprehensible power is this? !

The witch couldn't imagine what kind of werewolf was in front of her to be able to do such a thing.

Just as her mind went blank, a wolf's hand patted the witch's shoulder, bringing her back to her senses instantly.

Then the werewolf said, "I'm really curious about your origins. Do you mind sharing it with me?"

The witch bit her lip, and finally regained some consciousness. She asked with great difficulty:

"What the hell are you?"

Glenn's tone revealed impatience, "Get it clear, I'm asking you now."

The witch shuddered and could only say reluctantly:

"I come from the small town of Bayek in the Kingdom of Zen. I am a witch who has lived for more than 7,000 years..."

"You are also from Bayek?" Glenn suddenly exclaimed.

"Also?" The witch was puzzled at first, and then her eyes suddenly widened.

She remembered that a very special werewolf seemed to have just arrived in Bayek.