Giles's heart trembled when he heard this.

Immediately make a gesture to keep the team on alert, and then call a few men with swords and shields, and move over cautiously together.

The jaws and sockets, which are much thicker than humans, indicate that this is a tall werewolf skeleton, casually discarded by the campfire of an abandoned camp, and seemingly having been eaten again by small beasts passing by.

Look at the remains of the bones, scattered by small animals all over the camp.

However, the carcass must have been cooked long ago before it was destroyed by animals.

I saw that the inside of the skull, which obviously had the marks of being split by knives and axes, was cleanly as if it had been licked, or rather, even the brains had been dug out and eaten.

All the large bones were smashed open at both ends by a hard object, and even the bone marrow was sucked clean.

"It's a werewolf!"

The guys whispered in horror.

They all craned their necks, like frightened chickens and ducks waiting to be slaughtered, looking around in a trembling manner, as if a werewolf was about to jump out and drag them away.

Giles frowned and despised the frightened cowards, and muttered, "But who killed him?"

"I think it was killed by other werewolves?"

A guy guessed casually.

"Maybe it was a barbarian or monster like a mad ape or a cannibal?"

Others have expressed their opinions, as if they could guess the answer from just imagination.

"Or did the soldiers in the nearby towns do it? Some of the other barbarians were very greedy, and some of them even chewed bones, which were cooked with fire, but there were not many tooth marks on them, indicating that although the other party ate carefully, they were very particular about eating, and from time to time hungry savages. ”

This statement sounds much more plausible, said a tall middle-aged man in simple leather armor and holding a regular sword.

He was Giles' deputy, Mahinda.

Mahinda had been a mercenary and had been roaming around for years with a few fellow adventurers for his dreams.

Later, the other partners died and scattered, so they joined various small caravans and followed the north and south, and it has been more than 20 years, so the knowledge is very different.

He went on to add: "Werewolves are also intelligent races, although they don't like to use tools, but they will flee immediately when they see a large group of people, and they will only be caught off guard when they encounter a strong person who is difficult to resist. “

"And there are still some tattered animal skins and cloths on the ground, which means that the predator does not look down on these rags at all, but only uses them as fuel for the fire, while the barbarians, who are so poor that they die, will surely pull out the ground clean, and then sew it into their own clothes to prepare themselves for the winter. ”

"And although it's only half a day's walk from Caruso Town, it's more likely that you've met a lone strong person passing by. Because this place is surrounded by either the Gobi or saline-alkali land! It is very barren and poor, and there is no special output, so it cannot attract any strong people to defend it. ”

Giles glanced at him with approval, and then became a little confused: "When we passed through the town of Caruso two years ago, they were still harassed by werewolves and cowered in the col. It should be a master passing by, and I happened to meet it. “

"But these brutes are very vindictive, and the other party pats his ass and leaves, and maybe then the account will be counted on the surrounding towns. ”

Giles then turned to the guys and said, "Tonight we must arrange for reliable people to take turns on the night shift, and strengthen their vigilance, and now there are werewolves in this area, and they must not let their guard down! They like to be active at night when there is moonlight, and if they are not careful, everyone will be eaten raw by those brutes!"

The cold wind of the night, blowing through the cracks in the valley, made a desolate and terrible cry.

Seem.

The wind was heralding the words that Giles used to warn his men.

Dozens of carts of the Giles caravan formed a circle on the edge of a slightly leveled woodland.

They relied on a few bonfires that had been lit to keep people from freezing on this hell-cold night.

The bonfire, swaying in the cold wind, flickered and flickered.

The shadows of people and carriages are reflected on the surrounding stone walls and tree trunks, which looks a little strange and gloomy.

But these seemingly strange sights.

For the guys who are already from poor backgrounds, they have turned a blind eye and have the time to see the surrounding scenery, it is better to sleep more by these campfires, knowing that there is still a lot of way to go tomorrow.

Except for a few people who were on the perimeter vigil.

The others slipped into the tents and empty vans, wrapped themselves in blankets, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

A group of slaves were also given two canvases that were supposed to be used to wrap goods to shield them from the cold, as they were also valuable goods.

The slaves folded the entire canvas.

Then half of the canvas was padded under him, and the other half was covered on his body, and everyone was huddled together more tightly than the Chase Bunk to keep out the cold.

The stench and strange smell emitted from each of them have long been accustomed to it, and they are only left with a little survival instinct after being tortured by the miserable slave life.

Sigley, who had been pushed to the side, slowly woke up in pain.

The biting cold wind that penetrated the canvas caused her to shiver, and the pain caused by bruises and whiplashes continued to gnaw at her extremely thin body.

She tried to turn her corpse-like body.

Drawing himself closer to the warmth of his companion, his eyes rolled a little, and a glimmer of longing for freedom and light unexpectedly came from his dull eyes.

"Pioneer of liberty and liberation, O god Geheros!"

She muttered numbly in her heart: "It's been three years, and I've suffered so much humiliation, and I've endured the pain of being bitten by a beast. I have not given up my faith in you, but why haven't I received a single response from you? I haven't even seen the slightest hope of freedom? Is it God who has abandoned me?"

She was breathing heavily, her desperate eyes staring straight into the dark sky.

"Is it that even my soul has been defiled by this filthy shell? ”

She was terrified again, feeling her black and thin filthy body like an old woman, and wept in her heart: "Yes, I have been resold everywhere in the hands of those disgusting bastards for more than three years. Why should I suffer this fate, O gods, and how long will this last?"

The night was so silent, as deep as a dark fate.

In Sigley's ears, there was the sound of the wind whistling in the air.

There is also the crow nightjar in the jungle, flapping its wings from time to time, and the sound of burning firewood "Pyb" coming from the fire that is about to be extinguished.

"Rustle...... Gurgle......"

Rolling stone?

No, it's not.

The sound is very rhythmic.

Years ago, as a guard for the palace guards, she learned the ability to discern stealth targets.

She made out her ears against the ground.

This is what kind of medium-sized or higher creatures are walking upright in a sneaky manner.

But because the body is too heavy, the gravel is trampled on the ground and rubs against each other, making a strange noise!