It was night, and as night fell again, the entire Iron Castle fell into a deathly silence. But this night was destined to be different, and after Cheese and the others told the Lord of Wolf what had happened in the afternoon, the Lord of the City expressed his concern as well as being surprised by Jack's strange bloodline. In the old man's words, "I don't know what Louise would do in this situation." But no matter what happens to your friend, I'll do my best to help him. The implication of this sentence is that from the old wizard's point of view, it should be unlikely that Jack will be able to return to everyone intact.

Although Cheese had thought about returning to the hermit's hut again in the afternoon, the others prevented him from doing so. To her surprise, it was Mona who prevented the mage from returning to save the man, and the female warrior silently stood in front of Cheese, saying that Don't let Jack's sacrifice go to waste. The sight of Vale City reappeared before Cheese's eyes, and the Hammer Knights, who had died for glory, and Jack, who had died for the help of the Wolf Witch, overlapped in the mage's mind. A feeling of discomfort from the bottom of his heart gradually began to permeate the mage's body, and this feeling kept Cheese silent for an entire afternoon.

Back at night, most of the servants in the castle lord's mansion had rested, and the only people who were still in a state of excitement were the old castle lord and his soldiers. The mage asked the lord's guards for a one-handed sword, and it looked like he was going to fight himself tonight. Elsa was of course skeptical of this, as the mage's body didn't look like it had undergone rigorous combat training, so the sword might not be as effective as a dagger for self-defense in the hands of a cheesemaker. But the mage did not take the advice of his companions, and he sat on the edge of the bed and put the sword on his lap, silently looking at the blade reflecting the light of the fire in the room, not knowing what he was thinking. The eerie silence lasted until the loud and desolate howl of the wolf came from near the main entrance of the castle lord's mansion.

"Here she is. Lord Worf, who was sitting in the main seat of the hall, spoke, then got up and walked through the hall and opened the door to the front yard.

"Sander won't show up today, will he?" asked Cheese as he walked silently past the old wizard with his companion, and asked the mage as the two passed by.

"I don't know, you know, whether it's the Bloodclan or the Wolfwalkers, their temperaments are not very easy to guess. Shrugging his shoulders, the city lord said, although they have been working together for a long time, but Worf does not dare to say anything about Sander's movements tonight, there are too many uncertain factors in this.

Nodding, Cheese didn't ask any more questions, his steps were much more forceful than ever. The proprietress and Mona, who were following the mage, had already noticed the difference in Cheese, and they had a feeling that Cheese was going to solve the problems in the Iron Keep tonight, and that the mage might have made some terrible decisions for this.

"When the sun rises over the horizon tomorrow, you'll get the answer I promised. As he walked to the middle of the courtyard, Cheese said suddenly. His voice was not loud, but the Lord of Wolf could clearly hear every word from a distance of twenty paces, and it was clear that the mage had added something unusual to his words.

"Tell me what to do? Lord Wolf knew what this meant, and he smiled wryly as Cheese and the others walked out of the gate of the Lord's mansion, outside which a gray beast nearly twice the size of a steppe wolf had been waiting for a long time.

The wolves that the wolfwalkers become are not any wolf-like species that live in a natural environment, and perhaps they are a species in their own right. Compared to the wolves who had to think about everything, the wolfwalkers only had to think about one thing, how to vent their primal anger on their poor target. As a result, their wolf form has stronger muscles, sharper claws and teeth, and specially enhanced senses for combat. In fact, many spellcasters believe that the person who created the Curse of the Werewolf Walker is a true genius, and this has led to a large number of casters who are eager to parse the truth of the Curse of the Werewolf. However, due to the werewolf's own strong magic immunity and physical fitness, ninety percent of those who approached the wolfwalker with such thoughts were torn to shreds by the test objects in their eyes.

"Listen to Lord Wolf, your name is Louise, right?" Cheese asked, standing fearlessly in front of the giant wolf, which was nearly half his height above him, and looked directly into the other party's green ghost-like eyes. The mage's left hand holds the short staff, while his right hand holds the one-handed sword. He didn't ask about his companion's whereabouts, because since he hadn't seen it here, Jack's fate was already in sight.

The werewolf who had turned into a wolf naturally had no way to answer his question in words, but the gray wolf nodded slightly in response. Without waiting for Cheese to say anything more, the wolf turned his head and began to move into the darkness, and the mage followed with his companions. A team of three wolves marched through the streets of the night-shrouded city, and no sound could be heard except for the slight clash of Mona's armor.

Soon, they came to a street that seemed familiar to Cheese, the same place they had encountered the mutated Night Watchmen the night before. The wolf stopped in the middle of the not-so-spacious street. It looked back at the three humans behind it, and the moonlight made the wolf seem to be covered with a layer of white light. After confirming that the three humans were ready for battle, the giant wolf once again let out a loud howl towards the moon, and unlike the first howl, this time the howl was full of provocation, as if it was announcing its existence and war intent to some invisible being.

The night before, the lighting was poor, but this night was different, and in the light of the moon, Cheese could clearly see that at the end of the street, with the howl of the wolf, something gray emerged from the shadows on the ground, turning into a large gray-black mist. In the mist, the sound of Si Suo Suo could be faintly heard, and the shadows of some shapes gradually became clear with these sounds.

"That's!" Although the form had not yet appeared, the proprietress had already recognized that it was the Night Watchman who had attacked the group the night before, or rather, what had been the Night Watchman. And as the form of those things gradually became complete, the familiar fear rose again from the hearts of several people, and if this continued, it was only a matter of time before the last mistake was repeated.

"Woooo

"That's what it is...... The power of a wolfwalker?" Mona whispered to herself as she felt the incredible scene.

"The predator of all the occult users, the wizard hunters. This is what Wolfwalkers were known for in ancient times. And why no one dares to offend them. Cheese said in a deep voice. Although as a mage, the wolfwalker's innate ability to ignore magic is a headache for him, but when a wolfwalker is on your side, it is your enemy's turn to have a headache.

In this short period of time, the distorted bodies of those knights had been reassembled. Perhaps death and mutation had made them incapable of thinking, and although the fear they had sown was cleared by the wolf in Louise's incarnation, the knights still roared silently, urging their equally twisted horses to rush towards Cheese and them.