"Werewolves?"

Selina looked silent, if there were any vampires in this world who knew about werewolves, it was her, her parents and family were all killed at the hands of werewolves, and her neighbors and friends were slaughtered, and since then, revenge has become the most important thing in her vampire career. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I know a lot about them, but where do I start?" Serena muttered to herself, and after thinking for a few seconds, she suddenly pulled out the short sword at her waist and said,

"Let's start with this sword!"

Serena held up the hilt of the sword with one hand, and the smooth and traceless body of the sword was like a mirror, reflected in the air, and even the scene of the treasury burning could be seen from above.

"How's this sword?" She smiled and asked,

"The peak mouth is smooth, the texture is symmetrical, the light is like a realm, and the blood does not stick to the body, a rare good weapon!" John looked at it carefully and commented with an unprofessional eye,

Serena smiled, turned the blade of the sword over, and said,

"Look at it now!"

The back of the sword was no different from the front, but if you looked closely, you could see that there were several bumps on the upper end of the blood tank, and John stretched out his finger and pressed the bumps, and a smooth and wet touch appeared.

"This is silver?"

John's eyes widened, it was incredible, werewolves were afraid of silver, this is a truth that the whole world knows, but in the era when alloy silver did not appear, silver weapons were just children's fantasies, and no one would take a weapon that seemed to be shiny but was soft at the touch of a monster of that size.

"That's right, it's silver!"

Serena nodded, and continued, "This is also the preciousness of this weapon, silver can inhibit the werewolf's self-healing ability, make the wound continue to bleed until death, and it is also one of the three common ways to kill the werewolf. ”

"What are the other two?" John asked,

"One is the head, the other is the heart!"

Serena said calmly, her cold voice tingling with a biting chill, and even the flames around her were stagnant.

Somehow, John suddenly felt a little cold, and after careful consideration, he suddenly pouted and kissed Serena on the cheek, and laughed,

"Don't talk about that, let's talk about the werewolf race! Do they also have a wolf and a lone wolf like ordinary wolves? ”

The atmosphere that had been brewing was interrupted like this, Serena's face was slightly red, she glared at John angrily, put away her short sword, shrunk her body into his arms, and said,

"There is a distinction between high and low, but they are more accustomed to dividing their members into four categories according to the difference in blood and strength: the highest alpha head wolf, the second beta wolf, the omega wolf, and the lowest half-wolf, of which the alpha wolf, beta wolf, and omega wolf are pure-blooded, and the half-wolf is mostly mixed blood or wanderers from other tribes."

"Purebloods? Half-breed? John was a little confused, he had never heard this kind of statement after watching countless magic movies in his previous life, and couldn't help asking, "Is there any special difference between the two?" ”

"Yes!"

Serena's face also became serious,

"In the end, half-breeds are just a group of humans infected by wolf venom, with the name of werewolves, but they have no corresponding strength and lifespan, and they will not have autonomous consciousness after transformation, and will only kill everywhere like madmen.

But pure-bloods are different, they are werewolf offspring born naturally, born in the form of young wolves, born with the ability to transform, can switch between human, wolf and half-human half-wolf forms at will, they have a long lifespan, almost immortal, and their strength is not comparable to half-bloods,

And, most importantly, when pure-bloods die, their corpses do not return to their human form, which is what they are most proud of. As she spoke, Serena couldn't help but raise her head and look at the huge headless wolf corpse not far away.

"You mean, this guy is a pureblood!" John's face was a little ugly, and he realized that this matter was far from being as simple as he thought.

Serena nodded solemnly, and after a moment of silence, she continued, "According to the strength level, it should belong to the battle sequence in the Omega Wolf. ”

"Omega wolf... Battle sequences... Purebloods! ”

John muttered to himself, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, his brain was racing fast, and all kinds of clues converged together, constantly intertwined and overlapped, and finally became a big question mark,

"You say, what kind of price does it take to hire the Omega Wolf as a killer?

Huge money, legendary treasures, or something else? John frowned and asked word by word,

Hearing this, Serena's face suddenly became strange, as if she had heard something incredible,

"That's impossible." Serena said solemnly,

"Have you ever seen someone ask a vampire to be a killer? In the same way, werewolves are the same, no one can make a self-proclaimed arrogant Omega Warrior Wolf a killer, except for their elders, or higher beta wolves and ......"

At this point, Serena suddenly stopped, her face cloudy, and she and John looked at each other, both of them seeing the same information in each other's eyes.

"You can't stay here any longer."

Selina said worriedly, if the speculation came true, with her current ability, it would be impossible to distract John from such an opponent, and vampires are afraid of sunlight and can only act at night, but werewolves are different, they are also terrifyingly destructive during the day.

John shook his head and rejected the idea, running away was the worst option when he was on the verge of despair, and it was far from the point where it would trigger it.

John paced back and forth on the ground, and after ten minutes he suddenly stopped, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and whispered in Serena's ear,

"I have a plan ......"

……

Tonight's long night seemed to have no end, so dreary and oppressive that it was breathless, and time passed slowly, until the first sun rose and the first red light pierced the sky in the east, and the terrifying night finally ended.

The sun shines on the earth, adding a touch of red makeup to this calm land.

Today's Conton Manor is very strange, it has reached the hour, but it is still uninhabited, not only the white overseers who used to get up early are gone, but even the chickens, ducks, pigs, dogs and other poultry have strangely reined in their nature, and honestly hide in the nest and close their eyes to recuperate.

The whole manor was as quiet as if the end was coming.

In the hut, Renault, who had not slept all night, stood in front of the window, holding a warm double-barreled shotgun in his hand, and behind him stood a bald white old man and a small but beautiful young woman, close together, peering through the window in the direction of the distant meadow.

"Father, I'm going to take a look!" Renault suddenly spoke,

"No, wait!"

"It's dawn, what are you waiting for?" Renault said urgently, his eyes were bloodshot, he could only stand here all night, he really didn't want to wait.

"Shut up, I'm your father, I'll have the final say."

The old man slapped Renault down, stretched out his head and kept looking out, he was waiting for the others to go out to find out the situation first, but what he didn't expect was that others also thought the same.

No one wants to be the best bird, so they have to wait.

Time was lost in vain, and before I knew it, it was past eight o'clock in the morning, and a few brave guys finally couldn't resist the curiosity in their hearts, and cautiously walked out of the house, three or five huddled together, and slowly walked towards the pasture.