As a former member, I have a good understanding of how werewolves fight. Werewolves are certainly strong in physical strength, but their fangs and claws are the key points that can really cause death.

The snow made it difficult for the opponent to put both legs into the attack, and the missing right arm also greatly reduced the pressure on my defence. My attention should be on his left paw and fangs.

Having lost the blood of the wild, I can't compete directly with the werewolves in terms of physical strength, but I also have my own strengths. Witch Slade, even if the opponent is not an elf, this well-made double-edged axe is still perfectly capable of serving as a weapon.

After a brief moment of consideration, I bowed my body and stopped the starting position of the axe blade on the outside of my right leg, ready to swing it from the bottom up. The target is his left rib to the shoulder area, and a successful shot can kill his arm, and being blocked can also ease the opponent's attack, even if the opponent jumps in the air, my weapon can also seal the empty space directly above the body. Sensing that the werewolf was about to enter the attack range, I tightened my grip on the handle of the axe and struck first.

However, the werewolf's response was unexpected to me.

It was then that I realized that werewolves were physically strong enough to do anything that defied human common sense. The menacing werewolf came to an abrupt halt, forcing his running legs to a sharp halt and leaning back to avoid the trajectory of the blade.

Worst!

“Fus！！！”

In a critical situation, the dragon roar blurted out.

The werewolf was trying to lean back to avoid the axe blade, but he suddenly lost his balance under the impetus of the unrelieved force, and lay directly down in the snow. But I couldn't take advantage of it at this time, and the weapon slashing in the air also made my foundation unstable, and the recoil of the dragon's roar made me end up with the same result as the other party.

The werewolf and I quickly got up at the same time, and once again fought in close combat. The werewolf suffered a loss, and no longer played tricks, and he thrust his claws sideways into the hollow of the axe, and slashed at me.

It still looked like I was in the upper hand. I continued to exert force on the witch, forcing the werewolf to use a few fingers to contend with the strength of my arms and body.

But I miscalculated again, and it would be unwise to engage in a physical confrontation with a werewolf. After holding each other for five seconds, I was alerted by the feeling of lack of strength, but the initiative was gradually controlled by the werewolf, who held the witch Claw firmly in his claws, dragging me into a dilemma.

If I continue to hold on to him, all that awaits me is a slow death. But if I let it go, how can I fight a werewolf without my weapon? I have to find a way to get the weapon back in time.

“Yol！”

Reflexively, the moment the flame touched the wolf's finger, the other party immediately released his grip on the witch. Taking advantage of this time, I quickly withdrew my weapon and quickly retreated, giving my body a chance to breathe.

The suddenness of the incident, combined with the beast's sensitive nature to fire, caused the werewolf to briefly fall into a panic. However, the werewolf was no ordinary fragile beast, and he recovered quickly, and became even more annoyed and angry as a result.

"I'd like to see what else you can do!"

Damn it! It took so much energy to confront the werewolf just now, and in the face of his furious pounce after regrouping, I didn't have time to lift the witch into a proper counterattack position!

The scraping sound is sharp and harsh. Even though I used the axe handle to remove some of the impact, the werewolf's claws slammed into my chest. A huge crack was torn out of the iron armor, and various items in the bag were scattered with it. The witch didn't hold it anymore, it fell into the air with me, and the werewolf pounced again!

Gotta hold on! I reached out my right hand and grabbed the witch to the side, re-gripping the handle of the axe in the palm of my hand.

It's too thin, it's too light. There was something strange in my hand, and I turned my head to look at it, shocked. What I grabbed was a test tube for alchemy!

But I haven't given up yet, and the rapid operation of my brain in the midst of life and death made me immediately remember what was in the test tube.

Wild blood. As long as I drink it, the werewolf in front of me is not a threat to me at all, but will the other party give me a chance to drink it?

Answer...... Actually yes. Seeing that I grasped the alchemy test tube containing the red liquid in the palm of my hand, the werewolf plunged his left hand into the snow, paused his low-flying body, and the burning anger in his eyes disappeared.

"Give you a chance. Drink it, and you'll have the power to beat me! ”

The werewolf's fervent tone gave me a sense of déjà vu, but I didn't have the heart to think about it at this point. I held the test tube tightly in my hand while looking directly into the werewolf's eager eyes. Still not drinking?

Drink the blood in the tube, and I will regain my wild power, which is the only viable way to keep me alive. But then I will fall back into the hunting grounds of Helsin, and there will be no witch souls left for me to escape.

But I didn't want to die. Is there really no other way out?

With trembling hands, I pulled the sealed cork off, and the snowflakes continued to fall through the mouth of the bottle, melting into the blood and disappearing. Not far away, the enemy was staring at me, waiting for me to make a choice.

……

"I'm not alone watching you in the dark, I'm standing here now because I've seen something that interests me."

The words that the man in black had once said came to a blank mind. I opened my eyes with a sense of relief, gathered all my mana around my eyes, and looked around.

If the man in black is right, then there are still people quietly following me now. And judging from the information leaked by the man in black, that person is at least not hostile to me. So, I decided to take a gamble.

"Drink it, this is your last chance, otherwise don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!"

The act of putting the cork back in made the werewolf look a little angry. I ignored his threats and took the witch back into my hands.

"Very good...... Suffer death! ”

Without further words, the werewolf's killing intent has been decided. A wild roar struck my eardrums through the blizzard, and the werewolf followed. I calmly lifted the witch to the top of my head, ready to deliver the final blow.

Just like the first round of the fight, the werewolf once again made a sharp stop and dodged. But at this time, I have no hole cards in front of the werewolf, and it is difficult to play a role anymore, so I want to win by surprise.

The hands gripping the handle of the axe snapped loose, and the witch flew towards the werewolf's left shoulder. A flash of surprise flashed in the werewolf's eyes, which quickly turned to disdainful sneer, and his body tilted ninety degrees to the left to avoid Wuthrad's path, and his right foot swooped down on the ground.

Now is the time! The moment he turned sideways, I acted. The most advanced part of the opponent's body was a cut in his right arm, and he couldn't stop me quickly. Contrary to the direction of the witch's throw, I swooped into the back of the werewolf.

"Poof......

The werewolf reacted quickly and landed an elbow on my left side. Lying backwards at the blow, I endured the severe pain and wrapped my arms around him before his left arm was withdrawn, disrupting the werewolf's balance in the air with a tug, completely exposing the opponent's defenseless chest to a third party in the distance.

The arrow was off the string, and the stranger in the distance put the bow back. A second later, the arrow landed in the werewolf's chest.

The sound of breaking the sky was long overdue, and the werewolves realized what had happened. He clutched his wound and howled in pain, and the snow was stained with a series of blood-red patches from his tossing and turning.

The werewolf in front of him had lost his mind, the silver arrow in his chest scurrying around like a headless fly, and I staggered and dragged the witch out of the dangerous place without looking back.

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The werewolf pulled out the arrow stuck in his chest and changed back into the form of a middle-aged man. He took a thick leather coat from the huntress and draped it over his cloak, and sat in the snow without saying a word.

The huntress brushed away the snow, picked up a diary on the ground and read it.

Skoryue took Ella by pulling her and giving him the blood of the wild. A Brighton man doesn't go to Songard when he dies, so he doesn't seem to care at all. But I care, my last hope is also succumbed to the blood of the wild, what should I do? ”

"Ella told me that Scott was dead. He's a formidable hunter, and I don't believe he'll fall prey to a rabble like the Silver Hand. But it didn't matter, for the dream told me that my own time was running out, and that my comrades would continue to haunt the blood of the wild from now on. ”

"For the rest, Ella is withdrawn and stubborn; Skoyue does not belong to the group of comrades, he has his own path; The two brothers had their own strengths and weaknesses, but unfortunately they could not be combined. He was the only one who could be a prophet, but he was too young to be convinced. I can't die yet, I'm going to take the witch to the ancestral tomb in person and pray for a bright future for my comrades! ”

……

"My ideals are completely shattered, and even you have begun to oppose me."

The middle-aged man grumbled. But listening to his tone, it was not so much a complaint as a relief.

"Ideal? It's just in vain, his heart isn't here at all. Even if you force him to drink blood again today, I believe he will find a new way to get rid of it again. Alas...... After working for half a lifetime, in the end, only the two of us are willing to continue on this road. ”

"But I can't stay here anymore."

"Do you have any other plans?"

"Nope. More than twenty years ago, I had already discovered that I was no longer fit for life outside of combat, but there was no place for my comrades now. What happened today is the end of the past, and I think it's time for me to find a new world. ”

The middle-aged man slowly stood up, and he pulled down the hood with his left arm, revealing the scar on his eye. And in his other remaining eye, the long-standing frenzy was gone.