Although he has not been in this world for a long time, John believes that he has experienced enough to be called "legendary". Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I've seen vampires, werewolves, and legendary Templars,

But he had never spoken of a beast as gigantic as the one in front of him

The two-meter-tall body rose up to the sound of creaking bones breaking, reaching a full eight feet before stopping.

With fangs, claws, and skin that is constantly torn and abundant, John would only think that it was a werewolf and not a vampire that appeared in front of him if he had a pale and bloodless face and smooth, hairless skin.

"What's going on? Isn't he a vampire? Didn't you hear that vampires can grow in transformation? ”

Looking at the bloodthirsty beast in front of him, John was so shocked that he couldn't speak, his current size was even bigger than the werewolf John had encountered, and he was simply a simplified version of the giant.

"Son of a bitch, I smell your stench."

William, who had transformed, stood high on the hillside, looking at the crowd in the col with resentment.

His hands were outstretched, and the clothes on his body were torn inch by inch, revealing his pale and majestic muscles.

He craned his neck, and the warriors of the gods who wanted to step into the battlefield let out a loud and distant long howl,

The endless sound waves carried far away with the autumn wind at night, the gale gusted, the air roared, and even the waning moon, which had just revealed its sharp horns, could not bear to see the tragic events that were about to happen and quietly disappeared from the corners.

"So there's really a werewolf around Blake?"

Hearing William's words, John's face changed slightly, and the best and worst appeared at the same time,

In a good situation, the lie he weaves comes true, and there is no need to explain anything;

The bad situation is that he doesn't know how many werewolves are hidden in this group of people, one or two are okay, if there are really a dozen werewolves, or pure-bloods, it will be completely finished, although according to Serena, William's combat effectiveness is very strong, but to what extent, John does not have an idea in his heart.

I can only watch it.

As the roar came from the col, the calm atmosphere in the col was suddenly broken.

The horses screamed, the night birds flew, and the people who had fallen asleep woke up in amazement at the humanoid beasts galloping down the hillside in the distance, their red and blue eyes flashing in the dull night, like the lights of the ferrymen on the other side of the River Styx.

"Monster! Monsters! ”

I don't know who screamed, fear suddenly spread in the crowd, people picked up the guys around them, some turned their heads and ran, some chose to wait and see, and some people turned their eyes to the young man with a scar on his face in the middle.

Blake Condon,

The young man, who was only 20 years old, had already stood up when William began to transform, and looked at the hillside in the distance with the seven or eight people gathered around him.

"How many?"

A calm and majestic voice rang out in this place,

"Four!" The one-eyed man standing beside Blake bowed down and said,

"There's one person who is special, though."

"Who?"

"William Stounson."

"The Viking brute?"

Surprised and panicked words came out of Blake's mouth, and the one-eyed man looked at him unhappily, and continued with his face facing back,

"My lord, what shall we do?"

"Fight!"

"What about the humans around?"

Hearing this, the gray-haired middle-aged man who had been standing behind to speak came out of the crowd and said expressionlessly,

"Kill, don't leave a single one!"

"Don't, don't do it!" Blake hurriedly spoke, most of this group were acquaintances, and some of them were friends he grew up with.

"Why, you don't agree!"

The gray-haired middle-aged man turned around and looked at Blake coldly, his beast-like amber vertical pupils were not mixed with any emotion, and they were unusually calm but they couldn't help but tremble.

Under the gaze of these eyes, Blake's face instantly turned pale, he hurriedly lowered his head, the hierarchy of the werewolf clan made him dare not have the slightest disobedience, so he could only grit his teeth and agree to this plan in despair.

"It's good, I haven't forgotten who I am."

The volatile middle-aged man glanced at him coldly, he never liked this bastard who grew up in the crowd, the other party's seemingly resolute and cold appearance was actually a stupid and naïve idea, if this group of people escaped, the news that the second young master of the Condon family and the werewolf had colluded would spread, and how would he be the master of Condon Manor at that time, and how would the predetermined plan be realized.

Thinking of this, the volatile middle-aged man snorted again, singled out three werewolves and assigned them to the one-eyed man, and at the same time commanded,

"Luke, you take them and this piece of waste with you to kill that group of humans,

For the rest, meet the enemy with me. ”

The final word is not to be criticized.

So John saw a very strange picture.

In the darkness of the night, seven or eight werewolves transformed at the same time, and then split into two, led by four to meet the vampires rushing down from the hillside, while the rest turned around and roared towards the scattered humans.

Divide the troops in battle!

John frowned, very puzzled,

"What are these guys going to do?"

"Shouldn't it..."

A terrible conjecture involuntarily came to mind, and it finally became a reality as a young man in a patrol uniform died under the claws of a werewolf.

A brutal massacre began.

In front of the powerful giant wolf, the panicked human beings had no ability to resist, and even one or two gunshots were just a little spray in the sea, and they were instantly drowned in the blood-colored waves.

In the night, helpless wails, desolate accusations, spilled blood and broken limbs, accompanied by crimson bonfires, turned into a blood-stained oil painting, frozen in those pale green eyes.

"Blake, I didn't expect this to be the real you."

John stared silently, at the campfire, at the crowd, at the giant brown-haired wolf that kept roaring,

At this moment, there was no longer half of the brotherly love in his heart.

"Dear Daddy!

If you see that your favorite son turns out to be like this dog, I wonder if you will jump off the hospital bed in anger. ”

John muttered to himself in silence, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, with an indescribable look of mockery.

However, my good brother, you want to kill people and kill people, how can you be a brother who makes you fall like this.

John stumbled along the shady spot into the battlefield below.

At this time, the battle was at its peak in various parts of the battlefield, and no one noticed the gray and white flashing in the grass, and no one saw the black muzzles sticking out of the grass.