Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

The battle lasted for two hours and it was getting dark.

Glenn was satisfied, but Fate was far from it.

The chief instructor of the Griffin Knights looked at the sky and silently put away her knight's sword. She had never hated the night as much as she did today.

"It's a really good experience. I'll come again next time." Glenn said at this time.

Fate was in a good mood immediately, "You're welcome anytime!"

Glenn looked down at the golden sword in his hand, and then returned it to Fate.

The latter took it and said, "This is a training tool issued by the kingdom. It is very difficult to make. I am sorry that I cannot give it to you."

Glenn shook his head. "Just a little curious."

When the female knights who were watching the battle from the outside saw the battle was over, they all walked up to the stage and saluted Fate carefully.

"Instructor Fate, your fight just now was really exciting. Was that Night Flower Sword Technique?"

A female knight who seemed to be close to Fate asked in a low voice.

Fate was in a very good mood, so he answered: "It is the basic form of the Night Flower Sword Technique. If any of you can master it, your combat effectiveness will be greatly improved."

"We will try our best!" the female knights shouted excitedly.

"Mr. Werewolf, can you tell us what kind of swordsmanship you use?" Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, a sturdy brown-haired female knight asked Glenn.

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes turned to the yawning werewolf.

Glenn scratched his head. What he used was called knife skills, but now was not the time to worry about it.

The knife technique he used was difficult to translate, and the Chinese name was rather strange, so I had to think of one on the spot.

"Mine is called the Werewolf Thirty-Six Sword Techniques."

"Thirty-six Styles of Werewolf?" A group of female knights silently chanted the name.

Fate also secretly memorized this simple name. She guessed that this should be the swordsmanship created by Glenn himself, otherwise it would not be so simple.

"Mr. Werewolf, can you teach us?" the female knight who asked the question continued.

"It's you who wanted to learn, Elor?" a female knight ruthlessly exposed.

The burly brown-haired female knight scratched her head shyly, as a sign of agreement.

In fact, she was not the only one who wanted to learn, but it was only after this companion named Ailor spoke that everyone else waited for a response.

Glenn shrugged, "No problem, I'll leave it to your instructors, and let your instructors teach you."

The sword technique he just used in the competition was learned from someone else in his previous life. It was a relatively common sword technique there. Many people learned it, but not many achieved success.

So he will just teach it to others and not think anything of it.

But thinking about the scene of a group of beautiful female griffin knights slashing with long swords during battle, it seems a bit awkward for some reason.

"That's great! Then Mr. Werewolf can be considered our teacher too!"

“We will definitely study hard!”

The female knights cheered.

Fate was even happier. It was great that she could learn in advance.

……

Somewhere in a huge dim castle.

Decamon and his mount, the Frost Dragon, were brought here.

In addition to the purple dragon named Morali, there are two old dragons with dark gray skin. They are small in size, with skinny limbs, and look like they will not live long.

The purple dragon Morali spoke something in dragon language to the two gray old dragons, and they both turned their eyes to Decamon.

"Please stay here for a while. It's best not to move around. This is for your safety."

Morali turned her head and spoke softly.

"How long do we have to wait here? My kingdom needs me." Although Decamon agreed to help, he had no intention of completely joining the dragon's army.

Zilong lowered his eyes, as if thinking, and finally said: "Two months at most."

This is what it can guarantee. If it still fails by then, it will not force these two to stay.

Decamon breathed a sigh of relief. If it was two months, he could still accept it.

"Moralie, go quickly, your strength is needed over there."

At this time, a gray dragon reminded in an old voice.

Morali took one last look at Decamon and the Frost Dragon, then suddenly spread her wings. Without feeling the strong wind, she just flapped her wings a few times, and her huge body lightly left the ground and floated towards a dark place in the hall.

"Where is he going?" Decamon couldn't help but ask.

But the two gray dragons did not intend to answer, they just said:

"You'll know then."

Unlike Decamon, the Frost Dragon looked in the direction where Morali left, motionless, with a surprisingly complicated look in his eyes.

When Decamon looked up and saw his old friend in this state, he actually had many doubts in his heart.

Ever since he found his old friend next to Zilong, his old friend has spoken very little, and anyone could tell that he looked worried.

But there was a third party present along the way, so he didn't dare to ask.

"I'll take you to rest first. You must be very tired after traveling all the way."

A grey dragon said in a kind voice.

"That's troublesome, Mr. Dragon."

Decamon made a knight's salute.

Soon the man and the dragon were taken to the residence prepared for them.

The residence is very peculiar, divided into two areas, one for humans and one for dragons.

In the middle is a transparent door that can be opened at will, so they can see each other.

The two gray dragons left.

Decamon glanced at his old friend and saw that he still looked worried. He didn't say anything, but walked to the bed without saying a word and lay down.

The Frost Dragon kept staring at Decamon, his eyes full of confusion.

Finally, it tiptoed down to the huge, soft dragon's nest, curled up and closed its eyes.

After Decamon's snoring lasted for a while, the Frost Dragon opened his eyes again, carefully felt Decamon's breath for a moment, and slowly moved outside.

After leaving the room, the Frost Dragon walked in the direction it came from, with its head slightly lowered, but it did not notice that there were two figures waiting in front of it.

"Where are you going?"

The soft voice frightened the Frost Dragon so much that it trembled. When it looked up and saw the two gray dragons, it breathed a sigh of relief.

"I just want to... want to help it..." The Frost Dragon's tone seemed to lack confidence.

The two gray dragons looked at each other, and one of them walked towards the frost dragon and said slowly:

"Have you really thought it through? Once you get through this, you will completely stand with... us, and that human..."

"This is just my decision as a dragon. It's better not to involve him. Afterwards, I will let him go back on his own."

The Frost Dragon tilted its head to one side, and there was pain in its voice.

The gray dragon was silent for a moment, and then said, "Okay, follow me."

In the back, Decamon stood silently, closing his eyes gently.