Who designed this underworld dungeon?

Demons? Attack?

Dahl hadn't heard the combination of these two words for a long time, and he was a little dazed for a moment. The nun saw this and threw him away, and hurried outside to treat the injured.

When he came back to his senses, he happened to see Roger who had also come back to life. The two of them looked at each other and looked towards the noisy outside.

A dozen miserable-looking injured people were lying outside the Resurrection House. There were still people running wildly to bring more injured people, and some people had already expired.

The injured were placed outside the house not because the priests were indifferent, but to better perform group holy light treatment. Some seriously injured people also needed to use higher-level treatment techniques.

There is no need to worry about the injured being unable to pay the fee. Things like demon attacks generally fall into the category of natural disasters. The local lords will express condolences to the injured, and treatment fees are of course indispensable.

Therefore, the priests and sisters also took out various potions that no one could afford to use, not only to save people, but also to take advantage of the opportunity to gather a handful of the lord's wool.

The injured were treated, the church got money, and the lord gained reputation. It was another win-win situation!

Dar squatted in front of a man who was slightly injured and had regained consciousness, and asked in a deep voice: "Where did you encounter the demons?"

"Alas, we are. Alas," the injured person sighed repeatedly, "Our caravan has just transported a batch of food ingredients produced in Food Paradise to Vaal City. After unloading the goods, it was still early and we thought we would come back overnight to continue the delivery. After all, it’s not that far from Val City to Bede City, isn’t it?”

"It turned out that late that night it was my turn to keep vigil. There was no moon that night. When I was about to fall asleep, I heard strange noises coming from around me. As soon as I woke everyone up, they were attacked by demons! Except for a few of us I was lucky enough to escape in a carriage, but everyone else died there!"

The injured person became more frightened as he spoke, and even started shaking when he got excited. His eyes looked around in panic, as if there were demons around him who would jump out at any time to take his life.

"That group of demons has a leader! I saw it with my own eyes. That guy was short and thin, with a purple gem inlaid on his head! My brother was sucked dry of his blood by him!"

His mood suddenly became high, and he yelled like crazy, waving his arms randomly and almost hitting Dar.

Roger quickly pulled Dar aside, but there was sticky liquid on his hands.

When he looked down, he saw blood, Dahl's blood.

"Hey, brother, what's wrong with you?" Roger was startled, because Dar's expression was terrifying now.

He clenched his fists, his nails dug deeply into his palms, and blood flowed out.

Roger immediately thought of a possibility and asked with a strange expression: "Brother, don't you have some grudge against the demon leader he mentioned?"

Wonderful, so wonderful, this conflict is like a drama!

Roger immediately remembered what he said when he and Antili were chatting. That day they were discussing who to find to help with the experiment, and while chatting, they talked about Dahl.

Antili said this:

"Dalchester, his last name is exactly the same as a family of animal trainers. I care about this very much."

"Wouldn't it be better to ask him face to face?" Roger said.

"No, if I asked him face to face, it might turn into a fight,"

Antili shook her head and said:

"The Chester family disappeared in a fire. It is said that no one survived. This happened twenty years ago. I was still a little kid at that time. I only remember that the elders in the family were very sorry when discussing this matter. There are not many animal trainers in the first place.”

"How old are you this year?"

"Are you looking for death?"

After the recollection ended, Roger looked at Dar with sympathy in his eyes. It seemed that what Antili said was almost true.

There are still people in the Chester family who survived, and the reason why the family was exterminated was not because of some bullshit fire.

Since Dar has the blood of a trainer, it doesn't seem surprising that the wolves would be close to him.

"Tell me more about what you saw as the leader!"

Dar held the injured man's shoulders, and he seemed a little agitated.

However, at this moment, the wound on the man's chest suddenly opened. The flesh and blood that had obviously healed under the effect of the treatment suddenly opened, and purple-black mucus surged in it.

The injured person fell to the ground with a "Gah" sound. The priest next to him rushed over to save the person, but similar scenes kept happening.

The healed wound opened again, and everyone was in a hurry.

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Dar stood silently on the side. There was no need to ask anymore. The injuries of these people were the best proof. The surging purple-black mucus was the most conspicuous feature of that guy.

This mucus causes the wound to recur, never healing, and the only way to deal with it is to suck it out before it gets deeper into the body.

But these injured people were delayed for too long and were already terminally ill.

The enemy who only existed in his distant memory appeared beside him in an unexpected way!

He subconsciously touched his left arm, held down a priest and told him about the slime. He turned around and left under the confused gaze of the priest.

Val City is in the southwest, the demon attack occurred in the southwest, and his wolves are also in the southwest!

Even though it could be inferred from what the injured person said that the demon attack was carried out closer to Vaal City, he was still worried about the farm.

"Hey, little brother, I'll go with you,"

Roger naturally understood what Dahl was thinking and immediately followed him.

People passing by along the way were discussing the demon attack, and an uneasy atmosphere was brewing.

Run, run, rush

After Dahl left Bede City, he showed unprecedented speed. He ran like a crazy wolf!

Roger was panting and unable to catch up, so he simply cast a mid-level speed-increasing magic [Wind Movement] on the opponent, making Dahl's running figure even more blurry.

"No, I can't run anymore,"

As expected of a weak magician, he collapsed on the ground and muttered to himself:

"Actually, I should tell him. There is no need to run so fast. Antili made some small moves for his wolves."

When Dahl finally returned to the farm, he smelled a fishy smell of blood.

However, this time there was no female fire dragon who looked fierce but was actually dull to make him misunderstand. The farm was empty and in a mess.

Suspicious blood stains were scattered everywhere, and had been drying for a while. The messy flesh, fur, and broken ground and buildings seemed to have experienced a war.

The air was filled with a smell that Dahl wanted to stay away from at all costs - the smell of demons.

No, no, no, it can't be such a coincidence. Why would this happen to me again?

His face turned pale as he staggered towards the farmhouse where the smell of blood was the strongest.

Thinking on the bright side, if his wolves had escaped before being attacked by the demons, maybe no one would be injured.

But the blood that was spilled on the ground was not demon blood, which broke Dar's illusion.

He walked to the door of the farmhouse and stretched out his trembling hand, but before he could touch it, the closed door collapsed.

Blood energy like a sea of ​​​​blood surged out crazily in the mountain of corpses, like hell, and the farmhouse was a blood-red scene.

"Ouch"

There was a faint cry, and he looked around suddenly, only to see a young wolf huddled in a pile of straw and trembling.

Great, there are still wolves alive——

As soon as Darr stepped into the farmhouse, he suddenly stopped again.

Because in the dim building, several tall figures were sitting around rubbing their hair and drinking blood.

Black and gray fur, a strong and solid body, sharp claws, and a deformed skull.

It's a werewolf!

There were four werewolves in total, tearing apart a humanoid body, stuffing the lumps of flesh and blood into their mouths and devouring it.

The wolves were trembling in the corner of the farmhouse, casting helpless glances at Dahl, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Dar gradually calmed down and picked up the pitchfork beside him.

Four werewolves, however they look very thin and do not have explosive muscles like normal werewolves, maybe I can defeat them.

Is it just possible?

He suddenly thought of Old Wolf Fran. If he had bravely accepted the wolf blood at that time, would it not only be "possible" but "absolutely possible" today?

Lack of strength is so helpless and regrettable.

If I can save my wolves this time, then I will definitely receive wolf blood, I want to gain strength!

Dar quickly simulated a strategy in his mind and rushed over with a pitchfork.

"Ouch?"

The werewolves turned their heads when they heard the noise, and faced Dahl with firm eyes. They rushed over with their claws waving!

Dahl's eyes narrowed and he stabbed the werewolf who rushed at him first in the throat. This was a sure hit!

However.

He stabbed the air, and it was as if the werewolf's head disappeared out of thin air.

"ah?"

A weight came from his chest and he was thrown to the ground. The foul smell coming from the wolf's mouth confused his thoughts.

How did you escape? Why could you escape?

Because the werewolf turned into a smaller wolf in an instant!

Looking at the sharp teeth in front of him, Dahl planned to make a final struggle, and he grabbed the wolf's mouth——

However, the latter licked the palm of his hand.

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The familiar feeling stunned Dar. He looked at the wolf that was jumping on him, and suddenly felt that the other person looked a little familiar.

"Pointy head?" He called out the name of the wolf in front of him in surprise.

"Ouch!" The wolf named Pointy Head yelled excitedly and rubbed against Dar's chest, very happy.

Dar's brain shut down and he looked around. The other three werewolves also changed into familiar appearances.

"Missing front teeth, starry eyes, and short tail."

Dahl felt that the world had become magical.

"How did you become werewolves?"

At this time, a small bag slipped out of his pocket, seeming to hint at something.

That was the prop given to him by Antili—the experience candy M from the Pokémon world.