Whew~

A desolate roar sounded in the white moonlight, and a silver-haired werewolf crouched on the eaves and roared in the sky.

The cold wind swept up the sand and dust on the ground, and several tall figures appeared around.

In the darkness, more shadows swayed around, closing in this direction.

Snow-white teeth, turquoise eyes, tall body, rich hair.

Werewolves emerge from the darkness and are exposed to the moonlight.

Croak~

A crow hovers in the sky, its inky eyes reflecting the situation below.

In the attic, Angela held her breath.

With his eyes closed, he sat in the corner, motionless, as if carved in stone.

Her body is infinitely close to transparency, and the fact that she is in the shadow of the corner of the wall makes her sense of existence close to nothing.

She quickly counted the number of werewolves in her mind, and then focused her attention on that particular werewolf.

White hair is quite rare.

On Earth, this kind of outlier is a disease.

And in this world, this kind of outlier is a kind of qualification, symbolizing the qualification of the king of the same kind.

It's like the alien wizards in the human race, they are naturally stronger than others, they don't need to work hard, they just need to awaken and master extraordinary powers.

The white-haired werewolf looked stronger than the others, and with his roar, the other werewolves obeyed the order and appeared en masse.

There is no doubt that this white-haired werewolf is a wolf king.

And at this moment, he and Angela were so close that the distance between the two sides was no more than ten feet.

It's just that Angela is in the room, and he's on the eaves.

Both sides are perceptual beings, and they can detect each other at the slightest movement.

However, in the end, Angela is superior.

Angela herself was motionless, coupled with the sound insulation magic array that weakened a large number of sounds, so that Angela's breathing and heartbeat were almost completely eliminated, and the smell of herself was isolated through various magic arrays, which directly caused the white-haired werewolf to come around the house, Angela heard the sound of him stepping on the tiles, thus discovering his arrival, and the white-haired werewolf has not found Angela until now.

It was already late at night, and after such a long time, the originally crowded group of ghouls below had become less crowded, and the entire circle of ghouls had become much smaller.

Some ghouls got bored and yawned, and some of them were gifted and simply gnawed on their toes to play, and then the ones next to them looked at their feet in a daze, and looked down at their feet, wanting to bite, either finding that the bones were too hard, or finding that there were too many muscles, in short, they couldn't bend over.

The arrival of those werewolves didn't make these ghouls react much, and they didn't see werewolves before, so they just ignored these guys who like to howl.

1, 2, 3 ...... 79, it seems that this wolf pack is not small.

The crow seemed to be tired, and landed at the other end of the eaves where the white-haired werewolf was, looked at the white-haired werewolf curiously, and then combed his hair.

The white-haired werewolf looked at the crow, seemed to be a little tired, and squatted down.

Then, the overhead tiles exploded.

Angela sat motionless, letting the tiles crackle and fall to cover her.

The white-haired werewolf appeared in the eaves where the crow was staying, grabbed the crow in its claws, and showed its sharp teeth towards the crow, and the moonlight reflected by the teeth emitted a cold white light.

Instead of panicking like the other birds, the crow stared at the white-haired werewolf motionlessly, as if to make a note of his appearance as if it were a photograph.

With a snap, a cloud of blood mist burst under the white-haired werewolf's claws, and the white-haired werewolf threw the lump of meat in his hand high, opened his mouth to catch it and swallowed it.

Angela, buried in the rubble, closed her eyes and thought about the scene just now.

Could it be that I discovered the flaw in this crow and knew that he was my eyeliner? Still is...... Gut feeling?

A mouse poked its head out of the grass and looked at the white-haired werewolf on the eaves, and in the moonlight, its hair shimmered with crystal points, which looked particularly beautiful.

The white-haired werewolf jumped off the eaves with hair all over his body.

The last thing Angela saw was the rapidly enlarged soles of her feet.

There is no doubt that the rats also died.

It seems that it is intuition.

What a sharp intuition!

Angela sighed in her heart: And his body is extremely strong, jumping down from such a high place with such a large weight without hesitation, it seems that he has done it before, which shows that his body can withstand such a high-altitude landing.

With a strong body, coupled with such a keen intuition, and that somewhat special roar, this is the capital that made him the wolf king?

The perspective quickly switched, and underground, a sleeping mouse with a special mark suddenly opened its eyes.

"Hahahaha...... Hee-hee...... It's mine, it's mine! ”

An old witch who looked like a beggar jumped into the burrow, and scrambled forward along the hole dug by the marmot, singing merrily in his strange tone.

Then, halfway through the climb, an accident appeared in front of her.

A guy with a bat face and white fluffy fur standing in the way, it was none other than a teenage ghoul.

The old witch was slightly stunned, and let out a roar, revealing a few teeth that were still mutilated.

The ghoul let out a roar, revealing its sharp, jagged yellowish brown teeth.

The old witch stretched out her claws, and the ghoul also stretched out her claws, and they just happened to touch each other in mid-air, blood splattered, and at the same time, a muffled snort, and deep blood was revealed on the palms of both hands.

The ghoul twitched, foaming at the foam, and began to emit a foul stench, and blood spurted out of his palms like a fountain.

The old witch laughed loudly, she took out her forearm-long, twig-like small magic wand to the palm of her hand, accompanied by the sound of sizzling, the smell of roasted meat filled the hole, the old witch's palm was scorched, and then she put away the magic wand, picked up the corpse of the ghoul and prepared to move on, and then froze.

The old witch's eyes were surgically transplanted, so that they could shimmer in the darkness and see things.

She could see clearly that behind the ghoul corpse was a pair of cataract eyes and a pig-like nose.

Surprisingly, it's another ghoul.

The old witch screamed and took out her magic wand and pointed it at the ghoul.

A cloud of black smoke puffed out and filled the cavern in the ground.

A violent cough sounded, followed by moans and struggles of pain.

Half a minute later, the black smoke dissipated.

The twisted corpses of the old witch and a dozen ghouls connected to each other were revealed.

is worthy of a wizard who has gone crazy, although the old witch is not strong, but the bloodline is orthodox enough, not at all like Angela and other aliens, and when she starts, a magic not only kills the opponent, but also kills herself.