At the crossroads of the vast green fields, the country inn, which should have been peaceful and leisurely, was in chaos, with roars, screams, and the sound of metal clashing endlessly.

Beneath the beams, which had been scorched black by smoke for many years, figures in various clothes were already mixed with a group of wolf-headed monsters in armor.

Under the longing of the figures, more than 20 tables and chairs were overturned, and the walls were constantly falling into dust.

And above the bonfire in the center of the hall, the roasted whole lamb, which should have smelled fragrant, had fallen to the ground at some point, and its delicate oiled skin was covered with dirty dust.

Merchants, travelers, children of nobles, and even nearby peasants who gather to drink...... There were corpses littering the inside and outside of the hotel, the result of a previous failed breakout.

It's a pity that people didn't expect that the number of werewolves was not only these who came in, but outside, they even arranged a group of fences, and even suffered a fiasco.

However, at present, the rest of the people are basically considered elite, and those werewolves who are blocking the outside have no intention of rushing in and beating up.

As a result, the few remaining groups of people were constantly fighting with the werewolves in the hotel hall, and there was not much danger for a while.

The three of Bernie were now mixed in with the many resisting figures in the hotel.

It's just because of the chaos caused by the failure of the breakout that the three of them are now unconsciously scattered and fighting separately.

On the left side of the hall near the wooden window, a young deacon in a linen shirt and trousers was now carrying a mace, constantly fending off the axe-wielding attacks of the tall werewolf in front of him.

There is a huge difference in height and size between the two, and under the loud sound of weapons colliding, Tracy looks precarious every time he resists, and he is even a little disgraced and embarrassed.

But nearly ten minutes have passed since the beginning, and this one has not been successfully dealt with by the enemy.

Instead, he relied on his own strength to entangle a werewolf.

It's just that despite the heroic appearance and the fact that the role is not low, this has not stopped the human camp in the hotel from becoming more and more diminished.

Because with the passage of time, people's physical strength has gradually weakened from the initial peak state.

Especially those who face to face against the powerful attack of werewolves, some are already out of breath and in a hurry.

If it weren't even for a few crossbow-wielding merchants who scurried to the top of the stairs and covered with ranged attacks from time to time, they might have fallen to the hands of wolves.

However, the werewolves in heavy armor who were hostile to them seemed to have no effect, and their every move seemed to be at ease, and they even had time to howl excitedly during the attack.

They coped with it with ease, as if they were training with this group of humans, but the armor on their bodies was not deceived in the slightest.

The sound made by people hitting it with their weapons again and again was dull and loud, but except for some dents, it did not break the defense at all!

Occasionally, the werewolves hit the werewolves in the face, but the werewolves didn't care at all, just because the strong recovery power allowed them to ignore any injuries, and even cut off their hands and feet to grow back after a period of cultivation!

On the other hand, when humans are attacked by werewolves, one careless will become miserable, and it is enough to lose combat effectiveness after taking a few hits.

Tracy clearly understands his own weakness, and the reason why he didn't use his supernatural power is actually because of this-

An unplanned confrontation cannot be won from the enemy.

So he's ready to do something.

But it takes the cooperation of peers......

After thinking silently, Tracy's mace in the hand of Tracy, who was knocked into the corner by a werewolf, took advantage of the situation.

So the werewolf, who was pressing the mace with an axe, in the hope of fighting with Tracy, could not recover his strength because of the instantaneous discharge, and stumbled quite awkwardly into the wall next to him.

The adobe walls shook a little with the dull thud, and as the skin of the wall fell off, the metallic mace struck the back of the wolf's head!

The muffled sound of the skull cracking suddenly appeared, and the werewolf who was about to get up was stumbling again, slumping to the ground with white eyes and unable to stand up for a long time.

However, this does not kill it, or rather, unless a special method is used, even if the werewolf's brain is knocked out, or even cut off completely, they will not die at all!

But it will also buy a little time.

Taking the opportunity, Tracy glanced at the audience.

The first companion he saw was the blonde boy Eleanor, who was confronting a werewolf in the corner of the hotel hall with a strange emaciated young man who was supposed to belong to the aristocratic class in his dress.

The two of them held long swords and struck back and forth, one harassing and the other confronting, and when they couldn't hold on, they switched positions before and after, orderly and tacitly cooperated, completely different from those messy figures around.

It's just that even though there is no danger to life, it is impossible to get them to pull out their hands to help.

Tracy shifted his gaze to another companion.

In contrast, this one seems to be more relaxed.

Tracy's gaze swept over and he was now near the inn shelf, fighting a werewolf one-on-one.

It's a bit inappropriate to say that they fight, just because their fight is completely unevenly matched, and one side behaves with ease, while the other is clumsy and annoyed—

I don't know where Bernie got a sharp thin sword, but it is like a letter in the mouth of a poisonous snake, and the tactful stabbing is all round and natural, but it is not lacking in ruthlessness.

At the same time, it was obvious that his style of play was also planned, and when his steps moved dexterously, the thin sword in his hand kept beckoning to the eyes of the enemy werewolf and the various joints and gaps in the armor.

The joints are the weakest part of the armor's defense, and there are buttons and ties that keep the armor on the body.

Obviously, this one wants to remove the other party's defenses step by step and make it "naked".

In other words, it's not just about thinking, because the right hand part of the opponent's werewolf holding a weapon has now revealed a bloody situation.

And the metal gauntlets, which were supposed to be defended there, didn't know where they had been picked up and flown to.

At the same time, the brown-haired young man seemed to have the leisure to keep an eye on his surroundings.

Even when his feet are constantly moving, he can unconsciously avoid some terrain disadvantages, and then take advantage of this uneven dirt shape to surround the enemy and attack chaotic......

Looking at it this way, this guy is simply the most chic and comfortable of all.

It was as if he was not fighting, but dancing in line with the other party's movements, moving back and forth, back and forth, one embarrassed, the other elegant, and the diametrically opposed performances could not be more obvious in contrast, very visually striking.

However, the price of this is particularly prominent, and that is that he is the most conspicuous.

Tracy had already noticed that the leading werewolf, who was standing not far from the door of the hotel and had been watching with his chest all the time, had already set his eyes on Bernie, as if he was about to move.

Seeing this, he no longer hesitated, and with his mace, he slammed the hammer at the temple of the werewolf on the ground who had not yet risen.

At the same time, Tracy yelled in the direction of Bernie, "Soon he will only have white bones left, and let the wind blow forever!" ”

The werewolf's terrible scream from the mace on the head was like the wail of a defeated dog, successfully attracting the werewolf leader's attention.

At the same time, the young deacon's words made Bernie, who was beside the wine rack, pause slightly.

Tracy's words seemed very inexplicable to others, and they couldn't understand what he was expressing.

Only some people who like poetry can understand that there is another connotation in this saying -

It comes from a poem called The Raven's Supper, about a desolate sight of a nobleman being pecked by a crow after he died in battle, and Tracy roars out at the end of the poem.

But that's not the point Tracy is trying to make.

The poem Supper of the Ravens is so old that no bard can sing it anymore, it is a product of the ancient imperial era, and can only be found in a book called "Selected Poems of Ronan".

And in this book of poems, after the poem The Crow's Supper, is a poem called "The Proud Knight".

The poem of the proud knight is very simple, with the help of some companions, the story of a valiant knight who repeatedly performed his feats in battle, and finally went deep into the enemy camp to kill the head of the enemy's war.

So, Tracy meant by this that he was going to get close to the enemy leader next, hoping that Bernie would help him!

It's a very simple battle plan, but it's very straightforward -

Werewolves have inherited many habits of wolves, a strong sense of territory, and a strict hierarchy, which naturally includes the behavior habits of unconditional obedience to the head wolf.

Therefore, it is only necessary to find a way to repel the head wolf, so these unbeatable werewolves will not continue to stay here.

Tracy has a way to get the head wolf to retreat on his own, but it requires him to get a certain distance away from the other party.

But it wasn't easy to get close to the head wolf who was separated by the entire hall of battle, and it would take more chaos to cover his approach.

At the same time, Bernie needs to be able to understand his true intentions and help him do it.

Can he understand?

After pretending to be out of breath and picking up the mace and hammering the werewolf beneath him, Tracy had completely attracted the attention of the white-haired wolf on the other side of the battlefield.

But he was a little worried about Bernie, after all, he had hidden this meaning deeply, and he had never fought together before, and he really didn't know if the other party could understand this deep meaning.

Fortunately, what happened next successfully shattered Tracy's worries completely, and even made him overjoyed-

While no one was looking, the brown-haired young man began to quietly approach the stone campfire in the center of the hall with the werewolf who was fighting him.

At the same time, when he was using the rappier, his left hand, which was behind him as if he was playing cool, had unknowingly touched a bottle of high-concentration spirits from the northern specialty of the Pharos Kingdom from the wine shelf!

So when he successfully approached the target site with the battle, when the enemy's axe was uncontrollable, the brown-haired young man's footsteps suddenly moved sideways, and the thin sword in his hand slashed across the armpit exposed by the enemy's attack, on the breastplate frenulum that was already on the verge of breaking!

The sound of the leather being completely cut was faint, but the clatter of the cuirass falling off was very noticeable!

Under the blow, the werewolf who fought with Bernie had no protection in front of his chest!

The werewolf couldn't help but scream, but then it let out an even louder howl.

Just because it was kicked from behind by the brown-haired young man, its whole body involuntarily threw itself towards the quietly burning bonfire in front of it!

After a dull pop, the werewolf's bare chest crushed half of the campfire, spreading the ashes at the bottom of the fire like dust.

But that's just the beginning!

At the exit of the inn hall, the leading werewolf, who was looking at Trecy's direction with his chest crossed, turned his head to look at the movement, and the scene made his expression full of anger—

The clear liquid poured out of the bottle, pouring down, soaking the upper body of the fallen werewolf like a chicken in soup.

It also brightened the half of the bonfire that had been about to be extinguished due to physical suppression, and then quickly spread towards the thick hair on the fallen werewolf!

The scorching flames collided with the flammable hairs that had no armor protection, and without pause, they suddenly turned into a dazzling fire, followed by screams and slaps against their targets, and in a few moments it ignited into a huge torch!

Werewolves are so strong that they can't be killed without special methods, but that doesn't mean they don't feel pain.

As a result, the hapless werewolf screamed miserably and sharply, completely muffling out the sounds of battle in the inn.

The sturdy body rolled on the ground without any scruples, stirring up the chaos of the battle situation everywhere around it!

However, after doing all this cruel thing, the initiator even saluted the head of the werewolf leader who was staring at him fiercely, and his expression was extremely arrogant!

Seeing this, the werewolf leader had no intention of continuing to watch the show, and after pulling out the two-handed sword he was carrying at his waist, he dragged the sword and strode in the direction of the brown-haired young man.

The other party threw down the empty bottle and turned his head towards the staircase in the depths of the hotel, seemingly recognizing the seriousness of the problem.

Or it was as if he wanted to rely on the terrain and fight a guerrilla war.

However......

The corners of the white wolf leader's mouth showed a sneer.

A human can distinguish a target by his eyes and sound, and he can use his nose in addition to these!

Relying on this, it has locked on the scent of the other person's body, so that no matter where the person goes, no matter how he hides, it is useless.

So the leader of the white wolf walked slowly towards the staircase, not at all in a hurry, and by the way, he picked up the long sword in his hand and slapped the head of a human who was in the way into a rotten watermelon!

It's just that just as he was about to deal with the second human who unconsciously blocked his path, the other party deftly shortened and dodged his attack.

At the same time, a ball of thread was thrown at Zheng Zheng and quickly dispersed, wrapping his body tightly!

Then, as if in a combo, the leader of the white wolf noticed that the back of his head was lightly hit by a metal hammer,

In his ears, he heard a majestic judgment that seemed to be heavenly and human-

"You have committed murder, and in the name of God, I judge you to disarm immediately, and return to your home to repent!"

This voice seems to contain an undoubted power, which makes people want to obey when they hear it.

When the white wolf leader heard this, he simply let go of the two-handed sword in his hand, and at the same time raised his head and let out a loud wolf howl!

The sound was like a thunderbolt, rumbling through the lobby of the hotel, and there was a deafening feeling.

When the werewolves who were fighting around heard this howl, they all became a little restless, as if they wanted to resist, but they couldn't resist their instincts.

Obviously, this is a signal of retreat!

The young deacon, who was holding a mace and striking the back of the opponent's head, secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, feeling that the matter was almost over.

But just as he was focusing on the werewolf leader in front of him, a short figure jumped down the wooden staircase next to him, and completely threw Tracy here-

It was a merchant who had covered the battle with a bow and arrow at the top of the staircase!

The body was knocked down, and the mace in the young deacon's hand naturally couldn't grasp it, and even involuntarily got out of the back of the white wolf leader's head.

The wolf's howl came to an abrupt end, and under Tracy's desperate gaze, the other party's raised chin slowly returned to normal.

"I think you're confusing the difference between a xenomorph and a monster."

The white wolf then looked down at Tracy and tapped his finger on his temple, giving the subdued young deacon a playful smile.

"We have brains."

Tracy was stunned for a moment, then finally sighed and closed his eyes and did not resist.

He was just a deacon, only one rank above the lowest assistant deacon, and the extraordinary abilities he learned were basically unrelated to combat.

has been able to fight until now, because he was born in a noble family and has been trained as a knight since he was a child.

"I'm just ashamed of the bishop's entrustment...... Lennon bless, I hope Bernie can escape without a hitch......"

As he was praying silently, a familiar voice suddenly came from above, making Tracy stunned unconsciously, and then couldn't help but open his eyes and look into the depths of the staircase.

"So you should be able to understand the consequences of killing people like us, and what kind of abilities we have, Bridget?"

I didn't see anyone, but the voice sounded gentle and intimate, with a hint of exotic accents...... It's Bernie who just ran upstairs!

"Bridget is ......"

The young deacon, who was thrown to the ground, thought for a moment, and then turned his gaze to the white wolf leader standing next to him.

The other party's face has changed greatly at this moment.