Chapter 8: Fenrir (3rd Update, Asking for Recommendations)
It was night, in that familiar hut. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
John sat in his chair with a faint blue light flashing in his left eye.
"What would that ball be?"
John muttered to himself, it can not only devour people's lifespan, but also control people's minds, and John can't think of any mythological story with such a thing after thinking about it for a long time.
"Zero, did you say that thing traveled from the future like us?"
"Perhaps!" A familiar voice came through his head, and then he added, "But I don't think it's very likely, humans won't study such a thing that violates morality and ethics. ”
John held his chin in one hand, thought for a moment, and nodded in agreement.
This kind of thing that can manipulate people's hearts can only be created by ancient kings or slave owners, and democratic societies have no soil for their survival, and once discovered, the only result is that they are sealed by the government or destroyed in public.
John, who couldn't think of an answer, suddenly became idle.
In the days when there was no television, the night was always so difficult.
Unable to sleep, John took out the agreement and read it one by one, supplementing the list of names, including their ages, where they lived, occupations, hobbies, and some dark side that was unknown.
At the same time, dozens of miles away, outside a small village.
The gloomy face of the Witcher brother and sister appeared, looking up at the dark, dead village.
There were no lights, no shouts, no people, and no one would have thought that an hour ago this was a place of human habitation, except for the smell of blood still lingering in the air.
The north wind blew and blew away the clouds in the sky, and the silver-gray moonlight sprinkled down, illuminating the world shrouded in death.
A black, hairless, ape-like demon boy walked out of the village, his dark lips stained with dark red liquid, licking the flesh from the corners of his mouth, his nose sniffing in the air, as if he had found something.
Then, it turned around and climbed over the village fence towards where the witcher siblings were.
"Not good!"
Hansal frowned slightly, subconsciously clenched the shotgun, Gretel shook his head at him, pointed to the bow and arrow on his back, and made a strange gesture,
Han Seel, who had worked together for many years, instantly understood what his sister meant, took off the weapon on his body and put it on the ground, and then snorted and ran into the grass to the side.
The painful sound was very small, but it was still heard by the demon boy who had excellent hearing, and the face that was too ugly suddenly showed excitement.
It moved, as fast as it could, but the soles of its feet did not make a sound when they stepped on the ground, like an agile cat.
It carefully peeled open the grass, revealing its dark brown pupils, and watched silently at the humans who were panting against the trunk of the tree.
Every demon boy is a cunning hunter, they love human blood, but they fear humans, whether the person is injured, dying, weak or weak, it will not stretch out its claws at will.
A stone was thrown out of the grass and hit Hansel's body, and he sat up instantly, revealing his pale face and blood-covered abdomen,
"Who? Who's there. ”
No one answered, and there was silence.
A moment later, there was a sudden gurgling sound from behind, and a monster with black skin like hard rubber sprang out of the grass and roared and lunged at Hansel.
The distance between the two was only three meters, and in this case, it was impossible for him to dodge, and there was no need to dodge.
A burst of silver light shot out through the dense forest, and just as the demon boy was about to touch Hansel, it struck him in the abdomen, and the power of the arrow pierced through his body, nailing it like a nail to the trunk of a nearby tree.
Hansel jumped to his feet, took out the dagger hidden in his underwear and stuck it on its neck, and shouted in a low voice,
"Don't scream, or I'll kill you."
A cold chill hit his neck, and his ugly face couldn't help but show a look of horror, and his mouth made a whining sound.
"What is it talking about?" Hansel asked,
"It begs for mercy."
Gretel walked over, squatted beside the magic boy, looked at the extremely ugly baby face, and shouted,
"Tell me, who destroyed this village."
A whining sound came from the Demon Boy's mouth, with strange syllables, which belonged to the unique language of the Demon Clan, and Hansel learned the beast language and couldn't understand it, but Gretel could.
"You dare to panic!"
The witch huntress looked murderous, took out an arrow and stabbed directly into the demon boy's abdomen, the black liquid flowed down from the wound, the demon boy couldn't help but let out a muffled roar of pain, his eyes were full of fear, this woman was really terrible.
"Ask you again, what is the thing hidden in the black fog, why do you want to destroy this village, if you dare to hide it, you will be killed directly next time."
The whining sound sounded again, and the demon boy lowered his head and kept saying something.
Two minutes later, the round head rolled to the ground, and the witch witch who had killed the demon boy stood up, her face covered with solemnity.
"What did it say?"
"Fenrir!" Gretel frowned and whispered, "The creature inside the fog is a Fenrir wolf!" ”
"What?" Hansel's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly asked, "Why did it attack this village?" ”
"It was looking for something, a metal ball, it was its treasure, it was stolen while sleeping, and now he's awake and looking around for it."
"You mean that the werewolf we were chasing woke this monster awake." Han Sal said in a deep voice,
The witch witch was silent, but the fact was that Fenrir's schedule was completely different from that of humans, it would sleep for more than ten years at a time, but it only woke up for a few days,
Therefore, although it is cruel by nature, it does not bring much disaster.
But this time the situation is different, it wakes up and finds that its beloved treasure has been stolen, so will it still go to sleep?
ps: It's been the third watch, I can finally raise my head and shout loudly, where is the recommendation?