Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Glenn pointed at Art, who was looking at him in horror, and said:

"I'll leave him to you. I suggest that before you take revenge, you go to the room next to me and consult the old man inside. He has a lot of experience in this matter."

The witch looked strange. She wanted to fool him by saying that she would consider it, but she felt that she had to take Glenn's words seriously, so she said:

"Then I'll go ask."

Glenn nodded, signaling that the other party could take their people away.

But then the witch asked, "Did you do something to me? Why did my body suddenly become healthy?"

Glenn's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but marvel at this.

The witch was bleeding from her eyes, nose and mouth, and was indeed close to death.

Glenn was almost dying when he investigated, so he quickly used a curse to save him.

But he never expected that this witch had hundreds of problems, each of which Glenn had never heard of before, which greatly increased the difficulty of Glenn to compile a targeted curse.

It is hard to imagine how Doma managed to endure so many illnesses and live until now.

"Level 8 werewolves have the ability to weave curses. I used the curse to eliminate all the problems in your body and saved you from dying. It's that simple."

Glenn said lightly.

Level eight werewolf, weaving curse, the two pieces of information resounded in the witch's mind like thunder.

She simply couldn't describe her mood at the moment, and she opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

Glenn knew there would be such a reaction, so he remained expressionless, waiting for the other party to digest it slowly.

After a long while, the witch looked at her enemy numbly and finally regained her senses.

She said nothing, but used a summoning magic to summon a servant to help carry her enemy away.

Glenn watched the other person leave silently, looking forward to the ancient knowledge in the other person's mind.

……

The north wind was as sharp as a knife. Beresa looked at the empty sky, but her mind was worried about other things.

Sharing the same sentiments as her was the second princess of the Zen Kingdom, Narva, nicknamed Frost Walker, who had been silent before.

The two noble princesses of the Kingdom of Zen were originally happily traveling in the Kingdom of Winter, but an urgent message ruined everything.

The royal palace in the capital was attacked, and the king and queen almost died in the attack.

Such horrifying news made the third princess extremely panic-stricken, and even the usually calm second princess seemed at a loss.

Fortunately, the news came out that the king and queen were okay, otherwise they didn't know what they would have done.

At this time, the two princesses, escorted by several knights, were riding the fastest flying beasts and rushing to their own kingdom at full speed.

"Princess, please don't worry too much. His Majesty the King and Queen of Zane are both fine. They have made it very clear in the message they delivered that it is not good for your health to continue to be depressed like this."

As if he couldn't bear to see the two beautiful princesses looking so sad, a griffin knight flying nearby came over and comforted them.

However, she had heard this many times before. As the elder sister, the second princess smiled and said:

"Thank you for your concern, Knight Locke, we are fine."

"The two princesses are stronger than you think. Don't bother them, boy. Just focus on your work."

An old but powerful voice came from the front, speaking with a hint of sarcasm.

"It's normal for me to show concern." The Griffin Knight, who was concerned about the princess, muttered, glanced at Narva and Beresa who were obviously not in the mood to talk, and stepped back reluctantly.

After flying in silence for a while, the second princess felt her sister leaning her head on her back. Knowing that she was worried about her, she silently reached behind her and held her hand, hoping to comfort each other in this way.

Leading the flying team was actually a giant snow-white frost dragon, and controlling the dragon was a burly old blue-skinned knight.

The noble dragons will not easily let the earth races get on their backs, but there are some exceptions.

Decamon was one of those examples. He was one of the few powerful men who were famous in the continent in the last era. Relying on his martial arts and bravery, he successfully conquered the frost dragon at the age of 124 and became a widely circulated mythical figure in the continent.

Although with the changing times, few people mention this person anymore, but once his name is mentioned, many people will remember him.

The fact that the Kingdom of Winter sent this old legend to personally escort the two princesses back is enough to show the close relationship between the two countries.

Dekamon took out the wine flask, gulped down a big gulp, made a sound of comfort and satisfaction, and said to the giant dragon under his crotch:

"Haha, old friend, it's been a long time since I traveled with you for such a long time. I really miss it."

The dragon did not open its mouth, but a voice of the same size rang in Decamon's ears:

"Yes, there are fewer and fewer wars, and we are needed less and less. Even in the last invasion, the king was reluctant to let us fight."

"To put it bluntly, you need me less and less. I am getting older and older, but you are still at your peak. That's the good of being an immortal."

There was a flash of desolation in Dekamon's eyes.

Even the most ordinary dragon has a lifespan of a thousand years, while among human warriors, even level six ones can only live for four to five hundred years, which is a big difference from the naturally long-lived species.

"Remember the faint dragon roar I heard from the direction of the Kingdom of Zen?"

The Frost Dragon chose to change the subject.

Dekamon didn't care and continued the dragon's words: "Of course I remember. You said at the time that it was an elder of your tribe."

"Yes, and soon after, I received news that the capital of King Zen was attacked. I felt that there must be some connection between these two events."

The Frost Dragon guessed.

"This may be a state secret, so we should not discuss it as much as possible."

Decamon's expression changed and he glanced behind him. The two princesses were not paying attention to this side.

But just as he was relieved, he heard his mount say in a surprised tone:

"There's a situation ahead!"

The roar was particularly loud and was not suppressed. All personnel immediately slammed on the brakes, and the flying mounts also made their own cries of dissatisfaction.

Without the dragon pointing out the direction, all the staff saw the so-called situation.

In front of us, which was blocked by the whiteness, we saw colorful lights flashing, as if someone was performing a spell battle.

As the commander of the escort, Dekamon was about to give some orders, but the Frost Dragon exclaimed again in advance:

"It's a dragon! A very powerful dragon!"

"What!? Giant dragon! Everyone! Get back quickly! Hide in the turbulent area we just passed by!..."

Before the commander's words could be implemented, an extremely huge figure passed over their heads at an extremely fast speed.