There are always things in the world that cannot be fought against by man.

Just like the Fenrir giant wolf in front of him, this creature that existed in ancient legends is a natural disaster once it goes berserk, and no one else can do anything about it except for a warrior of the same level. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Witcher brothers and sisters regret it very much now, how could they not have expected the result to be like this.

There were already three villages, and it had been less than five hours since it left the Misty Mountains, and hundreds of people had died silently.

Looking at the behemoth that was fading away in the dark, Gretel's face twitched violently, and he said fiercely,

"We have to stop him."

"I know, but how?"

Hansel was silent, he really couldn't think of a way to stop Fenrir, he couldn't, neither could the teacher, even if he brought the guild president, he wouldn't necessarily be this guy's opponent.

"Maybe we can find the orb and give it back to Fenrir." At this time, Gretel suddenly spoke,

Hansel frowned and asked, "You have news of that thing?" ”

The witch shook her head and said, "No, but it's the only way, it's the only way to do it." ”

……

Fenrir's crazy move caused an uproar in Mississippi and even the whole of the United States, and newspapers and news put the news on the first page.

And I don't know if it's intentional or unintentional, and even the reason why it went crazy has been reported.

All of a sudden, both human society and the underground world hidden in the darkness began to boil.

The treasure that can make Fenrir so anxious is certainly not an ordinary thing.

So, what will it be?

……

Southeast of Conton Manor.

The Templar, who had recently left, returned to the village church, where he stood and waited.

Thundered!

The church door opened slowly, and the sunlight illuminated the serious face through the cracks in the door.

"Come in!"

Father Doron whispered, turning back to the altar.

"Teacher, is that the one we're looking for?" Mars chased after him and asked,

The priest did not answer the question, but took out a piece of paper from his bosom and handed it to him.

"It's from the Holy Axe Society."

Mars took the paper, skimmed through it quickly, and when he saw the two sentences at the end, his pupils constricted, with a thick look of shock,

"How is it possible, there really is such a thing!"

The priest nodded, his expression was serious, this is the biggest secret of the church, originally Mars was not at the level of touching it, but now the situation is urgent, and he can't care so much.

"Your priority now is to go to the Misty Mountains and find out as quickly as possible what the wolf is missing, what it looks like, and if necessary, you can use some drastic means."

"Okay, I'll go!"

Without hesitation, Mars turned around and walked out, and when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, turned around and asked,

"Teacher, does Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad really exist?"

After saying a word, the old face suddenly became extremely ugly, and Father Duolun glanced at him coldly,

"What do you say?"

Mars's face twitched slightly, he clenched his fists, and turned to leave the church.

……

The largest primeval forest in northern Texas is home to the Tayta tribe for generations and a playground for their free hunting.

On a lonely mountain in the center of the forest, a giant silver wolf with hair like satin stood on the top of the lonely mountain, looking at the sky motionless, like a beautiful statue.

A low wolf roar came from behind him, it turned its head slightly, looked behind it, the dark yellow vertical pupils were like two pure glasses, transparent and clear, and seemed to reflect everything in the world.

With pure killing intent in his pure eyes, the giant wolf behind him hurriedly leaned down to show his submission.

"Where's Joe?"

A crisp voice came from the huge body, and the discordant picture made people want to laugh, but the brown-haired giant wolf lying on the ground didn't even dare to speak, his head was buried in his paws, and his body couldn't stop trembling.

"I ask you, where's Joe?"

A loud shout came, and the brown-haired giant wolf was excited, and hurriedly said,

"Die... He's dead. ”

"Dead!"

The silver-haired giant wolf's pupils opened, and a huge coercion emanated from her body, and in an instant, the entire lonely mountain became quiet.

"Who killed him!"

"John Condon!" The brown-haired giant wolf trembled and said,

"John Condon?" The silver-haired giant wolf repeated, with a look of doubt in his eyes, and said, "It's that cowardly young master." ”

"Yes!"

The brown-haired wolf whispered a brief recount of what he had received and what had happened last night.

After hearing these words, the silver-haired giant wolf frowned and pondered, and said to himself,

"Mississippi, Condon Manor, Fenrir,

Could it be that Joe's inference was true, that it was really owned by Derek Condon back then, but why did it appear in Fenrir's hands again? ”

It couldn't figure it out, and turned its head to look to the east, its deep gaze as if it was crossing time and space and pointing directly at the ancient beast that was constantly roaring in the misty mountains.

Perhaps, it's time for me to go out for a walk.

……

A piece of news is like a hurricane, making the dark world that has been quiet for a hundred years boil again.

Countless organizations and strongmen rushed to Mississippi, and in the blink of an eye, this desolate region became the focus of the whole world.

John had received the news the next evening, and he had just loaded the various parts of the cigarette machine into the wagon when he heard the news from Henry.

Five villages were destroyed and nearly 1,000 people died.

Such a terrible incident is simply appalling.

Fenrir Wolf! The mythical God Destroyer.

John whispered, glanced northwest, and stopped paying attention, Foggy Mountain was more than forty miles from Conton Manor, and it couldn't make any trouble here.

As for the treasure it lost, John was a little interested, and it was just an interest, and when he had the chance, he would kick it in, and if he didn't have the chance, he would roll far away.

When immortals fight, it is always mortals who suffer.

Unfortunately, not everyone thinks so.

"Young Master, don't you want to go and have a look." The freckled boy muttered quietly,

"See what?"

"Fenrir! It's a mythical beast that can destroy the gods, and if you don't see what it looks like, this life will not be in vain. Henry said aloud, looking at John expectantly.

"You want to see it!"

"Hmm!" He nodded hurriedly,

John pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll give you five days off, go ahead, and see what it looks like." ”

The boy was overjoyed, and then he became entangled and whispered,

"What about you, aren't you going?"

"Don't go!"

"Why?" The boy was in a hurry, muttering for a long time just to let John take him to see, and now that he doesn't go, what's the point of being alone?

John smiled slightly, turned around and walked towards the villa, and when the figure was about to disappear, a word came,

"If I go, who will collect your body!"

Forehead!

The embarrassed expression was fixed on his face, and Henry smiled wryly, his body like a boiled noodle, unable to lift the slightest strength.

All right! It seems that the dream is shattered.

ps: I'm free tomorrow, and I'll be served on the third watch.