Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

"See, I told you I was very obedient."

Gunk laughed.

The purple dragon ignored it and continued to talk with Decamon:

"Hello, human knight, please forgive me for inviting you here in this way. I just saw that you were in a hurry, so I had to do this."

Although he was indeed feeling unhappy, Decamon could sense that the dragon in the center of the pool was definitely not an ordinary dragon, and its identity might be far more noble than he had imagined.

At this moment, the other party treated him with such a polite attitude, so it was not easy to say anything bad, so he maintained the demeanor of a knight and said: "As long as it does not hurt my friends, everything can be discussed quietly."

The implication was clear: if anything happened to the Frost Dragon, he would definitely not remain indifferent.

All I heard was that nice female voice laughing softly: "Haha, of course, kid, go stand shoulder to shoulder with your friends. Your friendship is worth celebrating."

These words were spoken to the bowed frost dragon.

The ice-blue beast raised its head again, looked at the purple dragon with reluctance in its eyes, and then turned and walked towards Decamon.

Decamon reached out and stroked the muzzle of his mount to express his concern.

The two did not say anything. After being together for so long, they understood each other without having to speak out loud.

The humanoid dragon at the side felt that he was not needed, glanced at the purple dragon who didn't want to pay any more attention to him, and quietly retreated to an inconspicuous corner.

Dekamon slowly regained his lost mood and asked the purple dragon called Morali:

"I wonder who this respected dragon is? Why did he bring us here?"

When he asked this question, he didn't notice that the frost dragon beside him had a dim look in his eyes.

The purple dragon was also silent for a while, then slowly said:

"I am Queen Morali of Purple Wings, second-in-command of the great dragon Atrocanstin."

Decamon had never heard of the title Purple Winged Queen, but he was well-known to the powerful dragon Atorcanstin.

When he heard the name, Decamon's legs felt weak and his soul seemed to be trembling.

Countless legends show how terrifying and suffocating the existence that bears this name is.

Decamon couldn't help but take a step back with his right foot. This was a normal reaction of instinctively wanting to stay away from the abyss.

Morali noticed this action and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It was indeed very difficult to persuade the other party to help willingly.

When he heard the name, Decamon, a seasoned warrior, was frightened.

His mind couldn't help but recall the outsider from the ruins he met last time, the werewolf. Not only did he remain calm after seeing the body parts of the magic dragon, he even dared to bargain with the magic dragon.

This made Morali think that the outside world had forgotten how terrifying the dragon was, and she thought she could restore the dragon's bad reputation.

But now it seems that the werewolf is too special.

At this time, Caedmon said, "Lady Morali, I have no intention of offending you, but I cannot help an existence that has brought suffering to the continent. This is my principle. Please let me go."

"Impossible!" Gangke, the giant humanoid dragon hiding in the corner, suddenly shouted.

But this was met with a dangerous look from Morali.

It had no choice but to shut up again reluctantly.

"I understand your feelings because I was once a dragon with a great mission, but things are not just superficial. I believe that when you understand my Lord's helplessness, everything will be different."

Morali still used that gentle tone.

At the same time, Decamon also felt the eager gaze of his friend and mount.

This made him hesitate for a while before he said, "Okay, I will listen to your story, but I hope you won't use force to make us stay."

"I promise." There was a smile in the purple dragon's eyes.

……

Glenn felt a little dazed after returning from the kingdom of the goddess of flowers, and felt reluctant to leave.

The experience of planting flowers in the vast wilderness with the flower god is so addictive.

He shook his head to regain his composure.

Thinking of the repaired precognitive mask, Glenn couldn't help but take it out and use it to see the effect.

He found the blood bag that had been prepared long ago and let the mask of foresight eat it.

Then the mask asked:

"Mr. Werewolf, what do you want to know now?"

Glenn thought about it for a moment and said:

"Please make a prediction and see if there is anything worth my attention recently."

This question was a bit vague. In the past, the Mask of Precognition would definitely correct it with a helpless tone, asking the holder to ask more accurately and specifically.

However, it had just received a blessing from a god and was in a good mood, so it suffered a small loss and activated its ability.

In fact, because the Precognitive Mask itself has been out of touch with the world for too long, it also wants to know as soon as possible what happened during the days when it was offline.

After just a short while, the Mask of Premonition spoke again:

"Mr. Werewolf, I have something very unfortunate to tell you. It seems that the town next to you, Dude, has been occupied by demons. Congratulations, you now have a group of demons as neighbors."

"What!?" Glenn's eyes widened. "I just passed by Dude Town not long ago? How come I didn't know about it?"

However, the Mask of Precognition said, "Unfortunately, the town was taken over by demons yesterday, and you didn't notice."

"How dare you!" Glenn instantly turned into a ball of black gas and rushed out of the house.

Glenn could hardly suppress his anxiety and anger when he thought about the possibility that his employees, the old sheriff, and his sister and Li who were in school might have met with accidents.

……

In Dude Town, everything is normal.

The streets were crowded with people, and stalls and shops were open as usual, with no sign of being occupied by demons at all.

And on top of a tall tower, a petite figure was sitting there swinging her feet, looking very leisurely.

It has a pair of small bat-like wings behind it, a slender black tail with a quadrilateral at the end, and a pair of cute little horns on its forehead. It looks like a little human girl, pretty and lovely.

But he spoke in the devil's language: "Is this the town that the Flame Tribe fears? It's nothing special. All of them have become my puppets in an instant. There's no danger."

The town of Dude seems to be normal, but in fact, the devil has been planted in everyone's heart. As long as this cute little thing has a thought, it will turn into a hideous and terrifying demon.

At this moment, a very quiet voice sounded in the ears of this little devil, reminding:

"Little Princess! Stop making trouble! It's dangerous here! Come back quickly!"

The little devil didn't listen at all, stuck out his tongue and made faces, then said:

"Stop scaring me! I finally got the chance to get out, I won't go back!"

Just as he finished speaking, the whole town was suddenly shrouded in darkness. The little devil only felt that all connections between himself and the puppet were severed, and he was trapped by some force.

The darkness disappeared, and a huge black-haired monster held the little devil in its hand.

The little devil swallowed his saliva and said, "I am actually a little elf passing by."