The battle lasted about twenty minutes, and ended when the last two two-headed ogres fell to their deaths.

Hammidon stood with his sword on his shoulder, gasping and said, "The map shows that this place is still on the outskirts of the Ambrizet Mountains, and it is really strange that such a powerful ogre hunting party exists. ”

Grant nodded approvingly, "If I'm right, there's likely a powerful ogre tribe around here, and we'll have to be careful." ”

Milne took a deep breath, his face a little solemn: "They should have migrated here from within the mountain range, I'm afraid the demons have completely occupied the hinterland of the mountain range." ”

This speculation suddenly cast a haze in everyone's hearts, and Hammidon hesitated, not knowing whether to continue the journey.

Bennett saw his retreat and reminded: "Young master, we should go inside to see the situation, if things are really as bad as everyone thinks, then we must deal with it as soon as possible when we go back." ”

Hammidon pondered for a moment, then said, "That's right, we have to go and see what the devil is up to." ”

With that, he walked first into the depths of the forest.

What followed was nearly half a day of tossing, and the four of them arrived at a spring in the evening.

Milne crouched down to scrutinize the area around the spring, and found only the footprints of the animal passing by.

He pondered for a moment, then said, "Judging by the footprints, there should be no indigenous tribes around, only wild beasts or demonic beasts, and it should be safe for us to camp here." ”

As soon as the words fell, Grant, who was next to him, suddenly retorted: "No!

His expression was extremely solemn, and his body seemed to tremble slightly.

Hammidon noticed his anomaly and frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Grant swallowed hard, pointed to two lines of deep footprints on the ground, and said, "Look here." ”

Milne followed the direction of his finger, then crouched on the ground to look at the two large footprints, and wondered, "This is ...... Footprints of wolves, what's all the fuss. ”

However, he soon noticed that something was wrong, and he measured the size of the footprints with his hand, and compared them with his own feet, and found that the wolf's feet were a little too big.

However, he still didn't care, after all, many wolf-like monsters had large paws.

He looked at the bushes in the direction where the footprints had left, then suddenly stood up and said with some dumbfoundedness, "Nima, this, this, this wolf is standing and walking?"

He finally knew that something was wrong, the wolf was an animal on all fours, and the footprints should be dense.

Look at this line of footprints again, few and clear, not at all like those left by wild beasts.

He hurriedly leaned down again and measured the stride distance, if calculated by human standards, the creature that left the footprints was at least four or five meters tall.

Looking at the depth of the footprints, compared to the depth of the footprints you stepped on, it weighs at least 500 kilograms.

Four or five meters high, weighing 500 pounds, walking upright...... Wolf?

At this time, Grant had calmed down, took a deep breath and said, "If I'm not crazy, I think the guy who left the footprints may be a werewolf living in the depths of the Ambrizet Mountains. ”

Hearing the word werewolf, everyone shuddered, including Bennett.

This is a deep-blooded, visceral fear, and I'm afraid that most people living in the northern continent have heard of the legends of werewolves and vampires.

Legend has it that werewolves and vampires are terrifying creatures cursed by the gods and are born with terrifying prowess.

Of course, legends are more than just legends.

During the reign of the Holy See, the Inquisition carried out many operations to purge dark creatures and dark magicians, and the werewolves that only existed in legends were also listed as targets for liquidation by the arrogant Holy See.

And so, a terrible catastrophe broke out.

I don't know where a few pure-blooded werewolves appeared, and they slaughtered millions of people in just half a month.

Someone will definitely ask: are werewolves so strong?

In fact, the strength of the werewolf itself is high and low, and the low one may only be the legendary level, and the high one is not clear.

However, the scary nature of werewolves is not in how strong they are, but in their terrible abilities.

Legend has it that werewolves have a terrible virus in their saliva and fingernails, and people and animals who are scratched or bitten by werewolves become infected with this virus and completely lose their minds in a very short period of time.

They become extremely violent and bloodthirsty, attacking creatures around them indiscriminately.

This situation is very similar to the zombie virus, if it is attacked by a creature infected with the virus, then the attacked creature will also be infected with the disease

Poison.

The most terrifying thing is that no matter how powerful the infected person is, they cannot expel this virus, and can only delay the loss of reason.

That is, if an epic powerhouse is scratched or bitten by a werewolf, it won't be long before you meet a madman with epic strength.

The simplest and most effective way to solve this problem once and for all is to kill all people infected with the virus, or directly kill the main body of the virus, that is, to kill the werewolf who spread the virus in the first place.

Needless to say, the Holy See used almost all the forces at its disposal to stop the spread of this terrible virus.

As for the werewolves who were in trouble, they didn't know where they had gone.

This is also the only recorded wolf plague in the history of the Northern Continent.

If these footprints were left behind by werewolves......

The crowd didn't dare to think about it any longer, and Milne joked with a stiff expression: "Maybe it's the footprints left by the wolf-headed man." ”

The difference between the wolf-headed man and the werewolf is a world of difference.

The Werewolves, also known as the Wolf Clan, are a strange race living in Middle-earth, they have human bodies and wolf-like heads.

Except for some differences in appearance from humans, there is no difference.

If you have to find a figurative analogy, the difference between a wolf-headed man and a werewolf is like the difference between a human and a chimpanzee, and the two are fundamentally different.

Hammidon sighed and smiled bitterly, "Your Excellency Milne, this joke is not funny. ”

Not to mention why the wolf-headed people living in Middle-earth traveled thousands of miles to the northern continent and entered the dangerous Ambrizette Mountains, it is difficult to explain the size of the footprints and strides alone.

It is true that wolf-headed people are stronger than humans, but they are not outrageous to the point of being four or five meters tall and weighing five hundred kilograms.

Moreover, Nanhuang County has also received wolf-headed people who have fluttered across the sea, and the strongest warrior among them is only two meters four or five tall and weighs less than two hundred kilograms, which is far from it.

Milne shrugged his shoulders awkwardly, "Maybe it was left by a monster that walked upright." ”

Grant clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand and said with a serious face: "It doesn't matter what footprints he left behind, let's just leave quickly." ”

Hammidon and Bennett looked at each other and nodded in agreement.