Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Glenn judged that the guy on the opposite side had reached his limit, so he didn't rush to attack.

Wait for the opponent to make a move, and then take him down in one fell swoop.

Although he can still move after transforming into the seventh level form, it is only barely enough.

So I can only use the first stage of transformation as a makeshift tool, which doesn't have much impact.

After the owner of the house roared, he stared at Glenn quietly for a few seconds, and then attacked him again with the most primitive physical force.

Glenn can easily deal with the moves he has already learned.

It's just that the opponent's occasional strange moves are a bit annoying.

It was probably something he learned during a battle, and it seemed extremely unfamiliar when he used it now.

Just when Glenn was helplessly considering whether or not to transform again and squeeze the other person into a meat patty, the surrounding environment seemed to have changed.

Before I could react, I heard the owner of the house laughing wildly:

"Hahahaha… my confinement is lifted! I can go out! What a wonderful world! Here I come!"

After saying that, he rushed towards the door without caring about anything else.

The result was just as he said, the old townsman actually managed to pass through the main gate.

"I won't let you go." Although Glenn didn't know what was going on, his reaction was not slow and his body suddenly enlarged.

The house was instantly torn apart, and a thirty-meter-tall werewolf appeared like a monster in a movie.

Without giving the audience a chance to appreciate the scene, the huge arm suddenly stretched out and grabbed the owner of the house before he could escape.

He yelled madly and angrily: "Let me go! Let me go! The freedom I want is right in front of me! Wine and women are waiting for me!"

"Art!" The witch in the distance suddenly let out a shrill scream.

But the man called Art continued to struggle in Glenn's hands, with no intention of paying attention to other voices.

This made the witch incredibly angry.

Glenn simply stuffed Art's mouth with his claws, and the world suddenly became quiet.

The witch Doma walked towards them with difficulty, no longer caring about the shock of Glenn's powerful form, and her eyes were filled with the greatest obsession of her life.

Her anger now reached its peak, and there was an unprecedented madness in her eyes.

The man who had hurt him so cruelly ignored his voice. He either didn't care or couldn't remember it.

Either way, it was absolutely unforgivable to her.

"Alter, don't act crazy! Turn around and look at me now! I don't believe you don't remember who I am!"

The witch's voice seemed to be squeezed out, dry and suppressed.

Glenn put the weapon in his hand in front of Doma so that the two could look at each other.

The moment their eyes met.

Doma's body trembled violently. She only saw malice towards strangers in the eyes of the man in front of her, and there was no reaction as if she saw an acquaintance.

How ridiculous, you think you have a huge grudge against me, but the other party doesn't care.

The witch's breathing became heavier and heavier, and blood flowed from her eyes, nostrils, and mouth.

"Ah! Master!" The bald parrot was terrified.

Even Glenn was startled.

Just as he was about to ask, the witch rolled her eyes and fell to the side lightly like an insignificant feather.

……

When she opened her eyes again, the witch found herself lying in an unfamiliar room, with a beautiful elf looking after her.

She found that her body seemed to have changed. Before she could calm down and feel it, she heard the elf beside her said softly:

"You finally woke up, but your pet was worried for a long time."

"What's wrong with me?" The witch was really confused. She felt that she should be dead.

When facing her greatest enemy, the state he displayed completely shattered her sanity. For some unknown reason, her vitality rapidly drained away like a deflated ball.

The premonition of death was so strong at that time that I had no time to lament my own sorrow before I had to say goodbye to this world.

"I don't know the details. You were unconscious when Mr. Glenn brought you back."

Dunrell explained.

There was still some curiosity in her eyes, because when Glenn brought the witch back, his eyes were quite strange.

It seemed that she encountered something incomprehensible, and the circumstances were special at the time, so she didn't have time to ask.

Now seeing the witch's confused look, I guess she doesn't know either.

"Where is he? I have to see him."

"It's just downstairs. I think you should..."

"Thank you." The witch hurried out of the room without waiting for the elf to finish.

Glenn was talking to a strangely dressed man at the moment. When he heard footsteps upstairs, he turned around and took a look.

The strangely dressed man also glanced at the witch, nodded to Glenn, and turned away.

Glenn turned back to the witch and said, "I have thought of many situations, but being angry to death like you is beyond my expectation."

Without waiting for the witch to answer, the bald parrot rushed out from a corner and flew happily around its owner. "You finally woke up! I was worried about you all the time! I couldn't sleep or eat well!"

The witch noticed the crumbs in the parrot's beak, but said nothing. Instead, she said to Glenn:

"Where's that guy?"

"In my basement."

Glenn then took the witch to the basement to meet Art.

The guy's eyes were filled with fear at this moment. He was nailed to something that looked like a chopping board and his whole body was weak.

The witch still felt a little pain in her heart when she met this guy again, but her body was able to bear it.

She asked, "What did you do to him?"

Glenn answered truthfully, "I cured him."

"What?!" The witch stared at Glenn in shock, as if asking if she should help this guy.

"I guess you don't want to take revenge on a madman, do you?" Glenn's words stunned the witch.

Taking revenge on a madman who doesn't know what he did wrong seems to be completely counterproductive.

Seeing the witch's thoughtful look, Glenn smiled and said, "A madman is actually no different from a dead person. It would be ridiculous to seek revenge on a dead object without independent consciousness. So I spent some time to restore his brain and let him know why he ended up like this. Isn't revenge satisfying that way?"

The witch agreed with these words, and an itchy and comfortable emotion arose in her heart. It was gratitude for the help of the person in front of her, and the touch of being taken care of.

"I...I will repay you..." It was the first time that the witch spoke so shyly. She lowered her head and the old man who had lived for a thousand years blushed for the first time in a long time.

Glenn felt goosebumps all over his body and laughed stiffly:

"I just can't stand this kind of thing, and I help you for a purpose, for the magical knowledge you have."

After hearing this, the witch felt much better. She was afraid that she would not be able to find something to repay the other party. Although she felt that teaching Glenn everything she had learned in her life was not enough, it was already very good.