Chapter 15: The Origin of Silver (I)

A small village on the French coast.

A werewolf boy rises from the smoke and rubble.

He was still a child. He was covered in pure silver, shiny and silky hair, with large blue eyes and pointy, dexterous wolf ears. Even in the Werewolf Clan (Eskimo), he was a noble purebred orc.

Now he is in a mess. The smoke choked him and he coughed and burst into tears. The fire scorched the hair on his body, making it look dirty and messy, and even his eyes were clouded by the smoke.

"Grandpa, grandma?" the werewolf boy whispered through the smoke, "Ahem, are you alright?" The old man replied weakly. A charred hand reached out from the rubble.

"Grandpa, grandpa!" the werewolf boy rushed over and began to dig frantically with his paws, "You hold on a little longer, *ahem* I'll get you out right away!" A huge piece of debris in the rubble was burned red in the fire, and this is not a mass that can be moved.

"Bedi, - I'll leave it alone, you-*cough*-you run away alone. The old man let out a low cough.

"Don't speak, grandpa, I'll get you right away—" The boy tried to remove the rubble, despite the heat. But his emaciated body couldn't move such a huge fragment.

"It doesn't matter, really," said the old man calmly, "Grandpa has lived a handful of years, and it is enough. And grandma was with me too. *ahem* We're not going to be apart again. Bediwell, you will be alone in the future *cough cough * - live strongly, don't cry casually - " An explosion drowned out the old man's voice. The zenith fell more rubble, flattening the old man completely.

Blood splattered on the werewolf boy's body, dyeing the silver-white wolf fur red.

"Grandpa—" The werewolf boy got up from the ground, his fur all over his body was burned by sparks, and there were more than a thousand wounds on his body, large and small, all dripping with blood.

"Obviously, I just want to live in peace. Can't even this little wish come true?!" The anger that had been building up in the boy's heart for a long time finally exploded: "Damn!!!!!-damn ahh A large number of photons were sucked into the werewolf's body from the surrounding environment, and the boy's body instantly swelled and turned into a raging giant beast. This is the talent of the orcs, the [madness] that absorbs photons and strengthens the flesh.

The beast was no longer afraid of the raging fire, and he roared wildly and rushed out.

In the town square, the Tigers of the Tooth Clan were sorting out the fruits of their looting: they stacked the gold and silver treasures they had looted and prepared them to be shipped away, and they piled up the corpses of the killed humans to be burned for destruction.

Inside the corpses were dozens of corpses of the Knights of the French Kingdom's shields, apparently patrols that had been wiped out. France was in turmoil due to the infighting of the royal family, and the strength of the knights was uneven, and the orc troops were only abused.

And this group of vicious big cats, they do all the bad things, ostensibly to rob and rob, but in fact they only act to cover up a certain purpose.

They robbed, burned, killed - they killed all eyewitnesses, and swept away village after village.

"Haven't you found that kid yet?" said the tallest and muscest of the Tiger Man Bandits to the other beside him, "I've already searched for a dozen villages, and it's really time-consuming." If this continues, it will attract the attention of the large forces of the Order, and then the operation will be much more in the way. "It's okay, sir. Another tiger man replied, "Thanks to the rule of the madman Clotill, the political situation in France is now in turmoil." The Knights are busy with the civil war, how can there be such a small remote village. "Wow!" came the screams of the soldiers not far away, and a huge beast rushed out of the flames, clutching the head of a Hungarian soldier with its right claw.

The beast's silver fur shone a blinding crimson in the firelight. It howled and threw the soldier's body in the direction of the robber leader.

The leader dodged the attack, but the soldiers beside him were not spared, and the whole group scattered out, either crashing into a hard object and breaking into meat sauce, or falling into the fire and burning alive to charcoal.

"Crazy? What an exaggerated strange force. The bandit leader sneered.

The monster howled frantically, with no momentum at all. He grabbed everything he could in his field of vision and threw it out like a child throwing a toy. All of a sudden, the wreckage of buildings, burning trees, the corpses of orcs, and even the various cargo boxes in the harbor all flew into the sky like wings, and then turned into a deadly meteorite rain and fell down.

"What a mess of attacks," the leader of the robbers sneered as he dodged, "The silver wolf clan can use the talent of madness at will without training. This must not be wrong - ahhahahahahaha

However, this will not last long. The beast still roared, but his roar became rapid, and his movements slowed.

"Tired, it takes a lot of stamina to keep going berserk, how long can you last?" the leader smirked sinisterly, dodging attacks as he looked at ease.

"Whoa—" the beast roared, throwing the boulder in its hand at the leader of the tigermen.

"It's useless, it's useless!!" the leader of the robbers dodged easily.

"Roar!" the monster was already following closely behind the boulder, drilling out of the blind corner of the opponent's field of vision in an instant, and its sharp giant claws grabbed the opponent with the momentum of tearing the heavens and the earth!

Just as the monster's claw blade was about to tear apart the bandit leader, "Drink!" another huge claw blocked the beast's fatal blow.

"You kid is quite good at using your brains, and you actually used the dead corner behind the stone to sneak up on me," the tiger leader sneered calmly, "But, don't think that you are the only one who can use the madness transformation!" The madness that the tiger leader learned after a long period of training is obviously much more superb than the madness that the werewolf boy learned by talent. His left hand became unusually huge, and it was this gigantic left hand that blocked the blow just now. The left hand was gripping the other person tightly.

"The Higher Application of Frenzy: Local Mania. Didn't your parents teach you, boy?—oh, I'm sorry I almost forgot, but you Eskimos have been wiped out by us. You little wild beast with nothing, hurry up and follow your people on your way!!!!!!" "Ahh The werewolf boy lacks control over the madness, and his own consciousness has long since disappeared, and his mind is completely dominated by the consciousness of the beast, and he only knows the attack of madness.

Even though one of his hands was caught, his other hand kept clawing wildly at his opponent, each blow eager to tear apart the enemy in front of him.

However, every blow of the beast missed—and was skillfully dodged by the bandit leader. This kind of hand-to-hand combat at zero distance cannot hit the opponent, which shows that they have an absolutely irreparable gap in combat experience.

"Don't struggle any more. The leader of the tiger man raised his right hand, and his right hand condensed photons, quickly becoming huge.

The beast stopped attacking, and even with the beast's consciousness, it knew that it would be bad to be hit by this blow. It tried to dodge, but the other party still held on to one of its hands.

The giant fist is menacing, and I can't dodge it! ――

Pound!!!

The tigerman's right arm slapped down like a giant hammer. The earth shook and the raised air extinguished the surrounding fires, stirring up sand and dust dozens of feet high.

The dust had completely settled in a matter of seconds, but there was no sign of the beast around, except for a werewolf boy on the ground, lying motionless in a pool of blood.

"Hey, are you dead?" the tiger leader went over and kicked the werewolf boy, "I've already released the water, so I'm not going to die like this, right?" The "damned" boy only made a faint sound, his bones shattered, his tendons torn, and he couldn't move even if he wanted to. His life has become like a candle in the wind.

"Tell me before you die," the leader asked coldly, stepping on the boy's head, "Shijie no Bi Zuihou a seal, is it indeed on you?" "God knows." "The werewolf boy can't struggle physically, only mentally.

"Phew!" the leader spat in the boy's face, "I'm still stubborn when I'm dying." Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't say it. Just cut your head off and let the kitsune guys investigate the memory. At that time, you will only have one living head, and all your brains will be squeezed alive by the brain exploration technique, and this process will definitely make you flutter, ahhahhahahahahaha!" A certain light in the eyes of the "bastard" werewolf boy is dissipating, and the shijie he sees is gradually shrouded in darkness called [Despair]. He knew his fate was coming to an end