The last time I felt such helplessness was when I was at the Helgen execution ground. I was chained to the guillotine, waiting for death. Although Alduin survived the attack, the scene has always been etched in my mind.

Now I'm being held in the mouth by a wolf. It was dark all around, and in the deathly silence was only the sound of the wolf's footsteps and the sound of my heartbeat and breathing.

When the pale blue shadow-like wolf pinned me to the ground, I couldn't do anything to resist. My limbs are weak, and my voice is inaudible. I apathetically awaited what fate would follow.

But the wolf didn't choose to eat me. Where does it want to take me? Its lair? Or is it an unknown paradise?

I was both expectant and uneasy.

……

"Did you have a nightmare?"

I opened my eyes, and Ella stood in front of me, asking me in a slightly concerned tone.

Skoyue's death didn't change her attitude towards me, and she even hid it from Krako. Is it because her relationship with Skoyue is more ordinary? Is it because she yearns for the life of a beast and makes her look at life and death very lightly? Or will I be able to do something that Skoyue can't do?

There is no way to know. But at least it helped me settle down from the bad news I had before, especially since I made a deal with her not long ago.

"Hmm...... I dreamed of a wolf running around with me in its mouth, probably because of the blood. I shook my head vigorously and tried to clear my mind.

"Then I think you can start fulfilling our agreement."

"I will. That's the only compensation I can make. ”

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The Glenches Fortress, where I first went on a killing spree as a werewolf, was made their stronghold by the Silver Hands for a long time. Snow Man is the economic and transportation center of Skyrim Province, which is a perfect time for them to flow supplies to the black market.

Last time, I slaughtered hundreds of people in the entire fortress, but in just two days it was back in operation. The Silver Hand could not tolerate the destruction of such an important stronghold.

At this time, Ella and I crouched in the grass of the heights, watching every move within the walls in the night. The previous chaos is still the same, and the traces of the battle are still clearly visible, but someone has begun to clean them up.

The cold climate prevented the corpses from decomposing too quickly, and they were temporarily piled up in the corners of the stone walls, waiting to be disposed of next. Probably because of the fact that too many people had been killed last time, it was understaffed, and the hounds were mainly responsible for the vigilance at night, and the few living people rested around the fire.

"Won't they learn their lesson?"

"Xueman's share of trade is very large, and even if this stronghold is abandoned for even one day, it will cause incalculable damage to their organization. They have no other choice. ”

"So what do we do?"

"Destroy them again."

There were only four people on the edge of the campfire, half asleep, and the other two were in a state of strong eyelids.

Hounds are not a threat. I whispered to Ginareth to get them out of here, and crept up the walls with Ella. The goal now is to assassinate the four guards and prevent them from spreading the news of the enemy attack to the inside of the fortress.

Ella drew an arrow from her back and placed it on her bow, moving under the walls with her waist down, looking for the best position to strike. There will be a lot of sound when the arrow hits the target, so in order not to make the infiltration a farce, if you don't shoot, you will be killed, and if you shoot, you will be killed.

"Tweet ~~~~~~"

The sound of clean strings sounded in front of me. By the time I looked down at the source of the sound, Ella had drawn a second arrow and put it on the string, ready to go.

"Tweet ~~~~~~"

Soon, when I realized that the camera shouldn't be cut on this side, the second arrow was already shooting at full speed.

I looked at the two dead people at the campfire. Ella's first arrow was at the right angle, hitting a guard who was not sleeping, and the arrow passed through the body with all its momentum, piercing another target in the rear again.

Before the arrow could reach its end, a second arrow hurried in and pierced a man's neck. He was asleep leaning against a stake, completely unaware of the coming of death.

Ella's strategy was very sensible. Two arrows kill three people, and even better, the angle chosen is very clever, and the arrow still has enough flight distance after passing through the human body, and it will not crash into the stone wall or the ground too loudly.

So, when the last guard rose alertly from his sleep, a third arrow sent him back to sleep.

Next, it's my own time.

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I tugged the doorknob while using the Trap Detection spell to observe the distribution of potential energy behind the door. Undoubtedly, the most resilient plank is the latch. This is followed by the so-called "teleportation", which guides the latch around the hinge through the door.

Without any movement, I infiltrated the fortress alone. I didn't let Ella follow, and I didn't want to make that mistake a second time.

The fortress was defended by strong walls and bunkers, and its interior was built so neatly that it didn't take me much time to find my way.

Through magic, I was able to figure out the distribution of people in the fortress. I opened the door in front of me in the same way and crept over to an enemy's bed.

"I'm sorry."

The sharp dagger pierced his heart through the quilt, the only method I was willing to use at the moment. It's ridiculous to say, I'm already a person with blood on my hands, and I'm still so hypocritical. Before the blood could seep out, I left the room and headed for my next target.

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"I'm sorry."

The hand is up and down, and it is another human life. I don't want to see any blood gushing out. It can make me miserable, and the killing will destroy my intellect and emotions. It may also excite me, because blood is the catalyst for the best of the wild.

……

"I'm sorry."

Even though most of the people in Silver's hands are thieves, robbers, and smugglers, and even though I don't do anything they will die at Ara's hands tonight, and even though I need to trade their lives for Ella's forgiveness and secrecy, I can't face it all calmly.

……

"I'm sorry."

This time, the target of my apology is not the Silver Hand, but the bloody werewolves in the torture chamber who have been dead for a long time. They had been skinned, scarred from their exposed muscles, and appeared to have been tortured before they died. I don't know if I should see them as monsters or my own kind, or even what I should think and say in the face of everything in front of me.

……

Time has been immensely long. As the imprints on the retina became less and less, I came out of the final hall.

There were seven people in the room, and the incident that happened two days ago made them now have to stay up all night to get things done. Defeat them, and you'll be done this time.

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This is the first time I've become a werewolf with self-awareness.

When I drank the blood of the wild that day, it took root in my body, and eventually grew into the soul of a hungry wolf. I removed the shackles of reason from it, and it immediately began to take over my body.

Hair grows wildly, blood boils, muscles swell, bones deform...... But I felt no pain at all, just joy and satisfaction with my strength. Every time my strong heart beats, there is a lot of energy rushing through my body, and I can't help but want to tear everything in front of me apart.

I'd love to summon a mirror image to see what I look like, but I can't cast my magic in a werewolf state. Let this power be unleashed on the enemy!

"It's done."

The right foot stomped hard to the ground, and several cracks extended from the foot like a spider web. With the help of a huge recoil force, a sturdy werewolf burst out of the black smoke and ran quickly, smashing the wooden door in front of it with its claws, and rushed into the room and pounced on the first unlucky man.

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My claws pierced the chest of an enemy. Blood splattered on my face, making me sober up a bit.

The enemy was defenseless, and under my first wave of frenzied attacks, four of the seven men in the room had fallen. Next......

"Whew!!"

In the moment of distraction, I received a blow in the back, and the sudden pain caused me to scream. I turned around and saw a silver hand with his sword raised in both hands, ready to swing at me again, the silver-plated sword still stained with my blood.

I pulled my right paw from the chest cavity of the corpse in front of me and threw a living heart into the man's face. Although the heart is very resilient, the human cervical vertebrae cannot withstand the wild force exerted by the werewolf when throwing objects.

Immediately afterward, I lunged at the nearest weakly defended guy, and my upper and lower jaws erupted with an astonishing bite...... No, after being able to control myself, I was disgusted by this wild habit that popped up from time to time. I forced myself to withdraw my fangs and instead slashed his throat with my claws.

The wounds inflicted by the silver-plated weapons slowed the self-healing rate considerably, and blood continued to flow from the wounds, wetting a large patch of hair on my back. I raised my left paw, which had touched the wound, in front of me, stuck out my tongue and licked it.

This action prompted the ferocity that I had just suppressed to be reactivated.

I cast my killing intent at the last enemy in the corner. He held his silver-plated sword to his chest, beads of sweat streaming from his forehead and dripping down his chin. From the look of fear on his face, I could imagine how hideous I must have looked now. His sword-gripping hands trembled, and I grew closer to him.

A strange smell came from the sensitive sense of smell. I looked down...... Hehe, this guy is scared to pee.

The sneer in my heart was expressed on my face at the same time. What would a werewolf look like when he laughed? I'm afraid I'm scared when I laugh now.

Looking at the frightened enemy in front of me, the stench coming from him made me frown in disgust. I picked up a sword from the ground and pierced it through his chest.

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