"William, it's me! Quiet, quiet, I won't hurt you. Marcus spoke earnestly to stop him.

Under Tang Bai's gaze, the white giant beast with thirst and fury in his eyes turned out to be strangely quiet. Although the sharp fangs of the awl in the mouth were still protruding from the lips, and there was still uncomfortable madness and hunger in the eyes, it was indeed quiet.

Step by step, he walked out of the iron coffin where he had been imprisoned for more than a thousand years.

It's hard to imagine that such a mutant creature is still alive, able to move, and even have the strength to hunt without food supplements.

Putting these things aside, being imprisoned for so long in an iron coffin that is so small and invisible to the sky, with only a thick black presence in his eyes, still has the existence of consciousness, and the ability to instantly adapt to the external light, this adaptability alone is enough to make many people feel smacked.

Although the werewolf ancestor doesn't seem to be in such a good state now, his thin body seems to have removed the thick white hair, and only a skeleton remains.

"You're free, William, and from now on, you don't have to worry about anyone hurting you." Marcus looked William in the eye as he reached out and stroked his white hair slowly.

William's thin, tall frame trembled violently as Marcus's palm touched him, but he didn't resist. Marcus happily increased his strength and praised him, "Very good, very good William." ”

"It's hard to imagine that the beast that only knew how to hunt, eat, and kill more than a thousand years ago still had such a well-behaved appearance." Amelia interjected softly.

Roar!

William, who had just quieted down, suddenly became furious again when Amelia's voice sounded, and he quickly turned his head and roared angrily at Amelia. Narrowed a little fierce in his eyes, once again fierce and fierce.

Beasts may not be comparable to humans in intelligence, but they are far from being comparable to humans in terms of remembering grudges and gratitude. And the wild wolf is the best in hunting. William, the ancestor of the werewolves, apparently also possessed this special surname.

Thousands of years have passed, and the voices of Amelia, Victor and others, who participated in and single-handedly led the hunt for him, are like an indelible deep imprint to William, the ancestor of werewolves. Amelia's voice revived the memories of the werewolf ancestor William Chaos.

Rise!

It seems that William, the ancestor of the werewolves, roared and roared one after another in front of him, and the pocket dragon couldn't hold back the dragon's moan. The wings, which had suddenly become larger, flapped the hideous William out and smashed directly into the surrounding walls.

"Wait a minute! You can't hurt William! Marcus was a little caught off guard by the dragon's behavior, and shouted in annoyance as he looked at William, the giant wolf, who was holding his chest and standing up from the ground again.

"I wasn't going to hurt him. You can rest assured of that. Tang Bai stretched out his hand to soothe the somewhat restless little dragon, and turned his head to Marcus. But only if he is obedient. ”

Roar!

William took a step forward, his mouth roaring fiercely. With a shake of his shoulders, Marcus directly took off the cardigan robe he was wearing, clumped it up with his hands, and threw it on the ground on the side, and then, his face began to change violently.

The skin became rough and cold, the ears collapsed as if someone had been cut off, the bridge of the nose also shrank inward, and the teeth in the mouth were lined up and down, revealing like sharp nails. The five fingers became sharp, the joints protruded, and the nails grew inch by inch, turning into black claws.

The two bony wings of the shoulder blades, which converged like crab feet, suddenly poked out from behind, and like two javelins, they plunged into the shoulders of William, who was about to fall into a rage, and pressed him tightly against the stone wall behind him.

As Marcus said, after more than a thousand years, he is strong enough. Strong enough to keep William under control and restrain him once again. Although William has also spent more than ten centuries, he will not talk about who has more potential between the vampire or the werewolf.

Just to say that William, a werewolf who has been hungry for more than a thousand years and has never eaten a meter or a single water during this period, can survive, and still have physical activities, and even be agile to carry out some hunting operations, it is already a little shocking.

Even gods need to "eat" like other creatures, but they are different from other creatures in the "food energy" they eat.

In the past thousand years, William, the ancestor of werewolves, has not said that his strength has increased, and he has not degraded and weakened in hunger, he is already as precious as he is still alive and can still be alive.

"I need you to be quiet, I need to calm him down." Marcus glared at Amelia fiercely, and while maintaining the strength of the batwings, he strode towards William.

"There are many ways to calm him down. Let him drink this. Tang Bai carried a large jar of potion and handed it to Marcus, who passed by him.

"What is this?" Marcus took the potion jar handed over by Tang Bai, supported the bottom of the jar with his palm, stabilized the canister with one hand, and held it in front of his eyes and turned to look at it.

"Powerful water of life and death." Tang Bai explained again: "You can think of it as a powerful sleeping pill. It allows William to honestly immerse himself in his dreams until we get out of here. ”

"How much do you need to pour him?" Marcus glanced at Tang Bai. For them to achieve their goal, the next step is to leave here with William, and it is indeed much better for William to be sleeping quietly than William who is awake and may burst out and hurt people at any time.

Although these people in his team, except for Andreas Tennis, Amelia and Reze who stayed in the car, they were not the ones who could hurt William if he wanted to hurt him when he was hungry.

But people, sometimes they also need to think about how helpless it is to bite those small and delicate dogs at home like crazy. In particular, this dog is a tall and strong fighting dog, and he has never been vaccinated.

"It depends on what it goes to sleep. The dose of half a can should be about the same. Although Tang Bai had tested the effective dosage of certain potions with a lot of magical creatures in Nott's magical creature base, in the face of the strange creature of the werewolf ancestor in this world, Tang Bai did not dare to speculate with his experience.

The perfect blood is so strange that no one can be sure that a person with perfect blood flowing and awakening this physique will have the same resistance to the drug as the resistance to the virus.

Marcus used his sharp fingertips to poke directly through the cap of the can, as if he were using a knife to open the cap of the can, and shaved the cap in a circle. Grabbing William's long, somewhat narrow kiss with one hand, and holding the potion jar with the other, he forcibly poured the potion into William's mouth.

Marcus wasn't worried about what the potion would be poison or something harmful. For him and William, who are descendants of Perfect Blood and have inherited a considerable number of Perfect Blood surnames, neither viruses nor poisons can take their lives. Marcus also doesn't believe that there are toxins in the world that can kill them, as well as viruses.

Of course, this self-confidence is limited to them, and there are a few people such as Amelia and Victor. Those vampires of six or seven generations, or even more than ten generations later, in addition to being able to obtain immortal lifespan, they want to be comparable to the first generations of vampires and werewolves in terms of potential, or resistance to various fatal injuries and powerful toxins, it is simply a bit of a fool's dream.

Compared with the potions made by humans, the biggest advantage of most potions is that the effect takes effect immediately, and the effect is immediate! Half a jar of powerful life and death water poured into William's mouth, and he immediately went completely limp.

The fierce eyes closed tiredly, and the tall and burly body, like a specimen that had fallen forward but was supported by a brace, fell down softly, quietly at the mercy of people.

The two crab-legged bat wing skeletons were retracted, and Marcus stepped forward, his hands outstretched, catching the unconscious William's fallen body, dragging him back two steps, and then looking at Tang Bai, as if asking him to verify their next move.

"Now that we've rescued William, it's time for us to leave." Tang Bai glanced at William, who was in a deep sleep, and took two steps back and said.

"Is William okay? His heart, and the rate of blood flow, had begun to weaken and slow. Marcus clearly perceived William's physical state at the moment, and he withdrew from the bat-like state, and his tone was full of nervousness that could not be concealed.

What happened to William was a little different from what he had judged before.

"Don't worry, this is the effect of the potion after it takes effect." Tang Bai waved his wand and pointed at William to cast a levitation spell with a silent charm, making him quietly levitate in midair. "The potent water of life and death, as the name suggests, is a coma potion that can put people into a state similar to death. While the potion is in effect, the user is like a real dead person, and all physical features enter a state of complete sleep and silence. These traits do not regain until the effects of the flask begin to decay and disappear. So, if you hear his heart beating again, you'll need to put another half of the potion back into his mouth. ”