Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Glenn noticed the other party's reaction and was even more surprised.

Hahati's mother asked in a deeper voice, "Is it outside this continent?"

As if sensing the seriousness in Hahati's mother's tone, the whispers around them disappeared and all eyes swept back and forth between the two parties in the conversation.

Glenn was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, outside this continent."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hahati's mother was like petrified, her eyes wide open, motionless.

Just as the child was about to shout, Hahati's mother suddenly fell to the ground from her wheelchair with a ferocious look on her face, crawled towards Glenn, and cursed in hatred:

"Why? You abandoned us! And now you're back!? You guys are living a good life out there! But we have to linger here! We used to love you so much! Why on earth? "

Except for Glenn, Hahati and the rest of the tribe were all scared and huddled in the corner. They had never seen Hahati's mother like this before.

Looking at Hahati's mother who grabbed his trouser legs and beat them hard, Glenn didn't know who the other party was referring to, but he could guess a little.

Gently placing his hand on the head of the cursing Hahati mother, Glenn began to read the memory in the same way.

The cursing stopped.

Glenn found the answers to all this in his memory, and even his state of mind was shocked by these memories.

It turns out that before the Breath of Withering engulfed this continent, the Hahati race was an immortal species with an average lifespan similar to that of the elves, which could be several thousand years.

Moreover, the members of this race are very tall, some can be as tall as four or five meters, and their armor is hard and very intimidating.

However, after being devoured by the Breath of Withering, the vitality of all races on the continent began to gradually fade away.

The lifespan of each generation has been decreasing at an extremely exaggerated rate, and their size has been shrinking continuously until it reaches its current appearance.

Hahati's family has a very hidden ability, which is memory inheritance.

Their heads of families will automatically grow an external organ under certain circumstances, through which they can pass on their memories to the family members they want.

In the boiling frog-like suffering of Breath of Withering, a powerful race experienced all kinds of desperate difficulties, life and death, separation and collapse of faith.

Millions of years of memories washed over her, filling Hahati's mother, the current inheritor of memories, with resentment and despair.

If this race wasn't naturally tough, it would have collapsed long ago.

This race believed in many gods in ancient times, and when disaster struck they hoped more than once that those gods would step forward and provide them with a bright shelter.

But the gods fled without any hesitation.

Hahati's mother judged from experience that Glenn was not affected by the Breath of Withering, so it must be the legendary gods who have such power.

So regardless of anything else, he vented his anger that had accumulated over thousands of years on Glenn.

After figuring out all this, Glenn didn't know how to react for a moment.

Even though he has become a being beyond the gods, there are still things he cannot do, such as taking these suffering intelligent lives away from here.

Hahati's mother woke up from her trance, but she couldn't get back to her original intense emotions. She could only take a few deep breaths to calm down.

It supported itself on the ground with both hands and said coldly, "So why did you come back? Did you feel guilty and come to comfort us?"

"You are mistaken. I have nothing to do with the 'they' you are talking about."

Glenn said calmly, "I didn't know you were here before I came."

"You're lying! Why else would you be here!?"

Hahati's mother didn't want to believe it.

"Does it mean that I am here because of the guys you mentioned?" Glenn asked back.

"What else? ..."

"I'm telling the truth, believe it or not."

Glenn could only explain it this way. In this situation, the other party was only willing to believe what he wanted to believe.

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly shook and dust fell.

"The sandstorm is strong! But don't worry! It's safe here!"

Hahati spoke loudly, as if he was comforting others, and also as if he was comforting himself.

Boom-!

Another vibration.

"I'm afraid this is not caused by the wind and sand. There is something outside." Glenn judged through his hearing and super perception.

"What do you mean? Isn't this caused by wind and sand?" Hahati's mother asked loudly.

Glenn didn't say anything else, but put his ear slightly closer to the wall, listening carefully and feeling carefully.

There was a constant sound similar to some sharp heavy object hitting the ground, and it seemed that there was a big guy outside.

No matching creature was found in Hahati's mother's memory, so it was obvious why that thing outside appeared. It was targeting Glenn.

"I think I need to go out for a minute," he said, turning around.

"No! You must not go out! The sandstorm is terrible! You must not go out!"

After hearing what Glenn said, Hahati hurriedly stepped forward, took Glenn's hand and said.

Perhaps it is because it cherishes the fact that it can still meet a living, talking companion in such a world.

"The guy outside is probably here to find me. I'm going out for your safety. You need to survive and reproduce. You can't die here."

Glenn said seriously.

When he heard about survival and reproduction, Hahati couldn't find any reason to keep Glenn.

"Then you better be careful." That's all it could say in the end.

Glenn just smiled and turned into the dark pipe.

After opening the closed "skylight", an extreme feeling of weakness swept over Glenn's whole body.

This is "wind and sand", which is actually the power of the breath of withering.

He quickly covered the skylight, walked to the edge of the platform, looked down, and immediately felt creepy.

The lower part of the tower was submerged in a thick gray torrent, which was the real body of the wind and sand.

This is also the substance that the Goddess of Peace said, even if a god touches it, it will wither and die in a short period of time.

Glenn didn't know what the effect would be if he touched this thing, but he didn't want to try.

Boom-!

The dull sound rang out again, accompanied by a row of triangular ridges flashing by in the torrent below.

Glenn took a deep breath, and his body suddenly expanded, transforming into a werewolf form.

Since the power of the dragon does not belong to Glenn, the wings he grew are very small, not enough to support flight. They are small on his back, but quite cute.

The unique power in the body was incompatible with this world and immediately attracted the attention of the thing in the gray torrent.

A circle of light, no, it was the eye of this thing, protruding from the gray torrent, staring at Glenn.

Without any unnecessary nonsense, the werewolf jumped up and his claws drew five shining silver lines, hitting the target.

It can be seen that Glenn's attack was clearly seen in the aperture, but the monster did not choose to dodge, but instead showed an expression of disdain.

But the next moment, real pain swept through my whole body!