Dark!

Damp!

Cold!

Hunger!

Clover can't remember how long he's been in this dark basement, and he can't remember when he last ate.

In short, he was now bound in heavy chains the thickness of the bowl mouth, and he couldn't even remember his original human form, just twisting his body desperately, trying to break free from this nasty bondage, rushing out into the street to kill one living life after another, and then devouring the flesh of the other party to satisfy his subconscious thirst for food.

Just as he was about to lose his mind and ability to think once again, and completely become a ferocious beast, a little light suddenly appeared in the air, followed by a cloud of white smoke was blown over.

The choking smell immediately made the werewolf's extremely sensitive nose feel uncomfortable, and he subconsciously retreated.

After about two or three seconds, an old man in a shabby black shirt with a lame leg approached and cursed in a rather unfriendly manner: "Damn! Little wolf cub! How many times have I told you? Don't succumb to your subconscious inferiority! Remember! First of all, you are a human being! A person with flesh and blood, feelings, and thinking! Secondly, you are a wolf-like beast!"

"Hug ...... Sorry, old man, I don't know why, as soon as I smell blood, I get extremely excited, and the ** that follows the killing will quickly rush into my brain. Clover pulled the huge wolf's head, his eyes showing intense shame.

"Well, forget it. It's a remarkable achievement that you've learned to freely switch between humans and werewolves in such a short period of time, and it's up to your master to take care of the rest. Now put on your clothes and I'll come to you, someone will come to pick you up. With that, the old man took another deep puff of his cigarette and threw the clothes, pants, socks and shoes in his arms on the ground.

The appearance of the clothes seemed to make Clover smell the civilized world again, and the muscles all over his body immediately began to twitch, and in the blink of an eye, he changed from a monster with gray thick hair to a young and handsome young man with a full body.

After getting dressed as fast as he could, he followed his teacher out of the dark underground prison and into a small shop that specialized in selling all kinds of old guns and ammunition.

I don't know if it's because he's been underground for too long, or if the werewolf doesn't like sunlight very much, but when his eyes are hit by a ray of sunlight, he immediately feels very uncomfortable.

The old man ignored the young man's reaction, limped to the counter, and said to Polman at the top of his voice, "Hey, I've brought it to you." For the record, he hasn't fully controlled his thirst for blood and killing, so it's best not to let him smell the thick smell of blood, or I'm not sure what's going to happen. ”

"Don't worry, old werewolf, I have many ways to ensure that even if he loses his mind, he will unswervingly obey orders. Before the lawyer could speak, Zhang Cheng took the initiative to take over the topic.

"Who are you?" the old man frowned.

"Be polite, old lame! This is my allegiance to my lord, the lord appointed by the Supreme Council of North America, Mr. Zhang. Polman hurriedly stepped forward and explained.

Although his tone was very stern, he was actually telling the other party that you can't afford to mess with this young man in front of you.

"Oh, it turned out to be a lord. The lame old man raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly, not showing the slightest respect, but revealing an irony.

Zhang Cheng ignored the other party's yin and yang weird attitude, and directly asked the young man who was standing motionless in place: "Clover, are you ready to play for me?"

"Yes, master, I can't wait to get out of this damn place. Clover raised his hand to block the sunlight coming in from the window, and replied in the affirmative without thinking.

No one wants to spend all day in a dimly lit basement, and no one wants to be chained, even if it's to control the manic beast within.

"Great! I have a gift for you. It's a little bit dangerous though, so the choice is yours. You can choose to accept the gift and gain strength from it, or you can refuse it and continue to be a pathetic pawn. With that, Zhang Cheng took out a small bottle of potion that exuded a rich dark aura from his suit pants pocket.

The werewolf, who was called the old lame, seemed to feel something, his pupils contracted suddenly, and he asked with a serious face: "Are you crazy?

"I'm sorry, I don't need you to take care of my business. Zhang Cheng glanced at the other party contemptuously, and continued to look at the young man standing not far away.

This potion is nothing else, but a powerful magic potion created with the help of the Book of your, Arugao's research notes, and Wolgan's blood, and if ordinary people drink it, the blood vessels in the whole body will be instantly burst by magical energy. But if the werewolf drinks it, it will become stronger and more ferocious than its kind.

In fact, through research, he has clearly known that the so-called Wolgan's blood is actually caused by the Night Elves receiving the power of the demigod giant wolf Godring, and it is not a curse at all.

These druids have no control over the wild power in their blood, so their sanity is quickly devoured, turning into a group of monsters that are completely subservient to instinct, like the clawed druids who have been lost to me for too long after becoming beasts.

The only difference is that Arugao used the knowledge recorded in the Book of your to let the inferior shadow energy pollute the blood of the demigod giant wolf Godring, and the result was a nondescript werewolf curse.

Now, Zhang Cheng has re-extracted this pure, wild demigod blood, re-injected it with powerful shadow energy, and coupled with the evolution potion that was successfully developed not long ago, it is completely enough to give the newborn werewolf unimaginable terrifying power.

There is no need to worry about whether or not you will lose your mind, as long as you wear a collar modified from the shackles of Arugao's magic, even if you do turn into a beast, you will obey orders like a domestic dog.

Clover took the potion with his trembling hands, his heart full of struggle, and it took a full five minutes before taking a deep breath, pulling the stopper and pouring the black liquid down.

Next Second......

"Ahhhhh!!!!!!!h

With a heart-rending roar, his body began to swell and grow silvery-white hair.

The unimaginable pain made the young man go berserk and pounce directly on the old cripple closest to him.

Immediately after being attacked, the latter began to transform into a black-haired werewolf, pounced on him and tore at Clover.

Although there were many powerful shotguns in the store, neither of them had any intention of touching each other, and they fought each other completely using the most primitive weapons of living beings, teeth and claws, and the scarlet blood soon stained the ground......