Who am I?

This has always been a controversial philosophical topic, and no one can say for sure.

"I'm Sig Carroll? No, it's just my name, and a name is just a person's codename, not a person's subject. Because anyone can be called Sieg Carroll, I can, and so can others. ”

"So, I prefer to believe that memories are the essence of a person, and these memories are hidden in the mind, in the soul. When I was born, my memory was blank, like a blank sheet of paper. ”

But as I grow older, more and more content will be written on this blank piece of paper, and these contents are the memories of this person. “

And now, the blank paper belonging to the honest boy has obviously been tampered with, and now he is no longer the same person he used to be.

"It turns out that this is the protagonist tonight. Only then did Sig realize that he had calculated wrongly, and that the awakened silver werewolf was the real protagonist of this memory fragment.

So here's the problem.

Who is it?

Sigurt was very interested, so at this moment he decided not to hide anymore, and the whole person slowly revealed from the dark and hidden space.

The faint spatial fluctuations spread out, naturally attracting the attention of the silver werewolf.

I saw that this huge werewolf turned his head suddenly, and a pair of dark green eyes exuded cyan light, which was quite a bit like a wolf.

"Who are you?!" The silver werewolf seemed startled by the sudden appearance of the man.

Sigurt appeared silently, like a ghost.

"It should be level 2 strength. Sigur stared at the silver werewolf with a sigh of amazement.

The overall strength of this werewolf should have just entered the level of the second level.

Unlike Sige, this silver werewolf has just awakened and entered the second level, and the realm has not yet been completely stabilized, and the aura on its body fluctuates.

However, this kind of strength is enough in this Terra town, which is basically all mortals.

The second-level powerhouses are no less than gods for these zero-level mortals.

Sieg just looked at the huge werewolf faintly, and smiled without saying a word.

In the majestic rain, the two looked at each other like this, and the silver werewolf just wanted to say something more, at this time, at the intersection of the street in front, a vigorous werewolf came out and crowded towards this side one by one.

The wolf howl just now almost alarmed the awakened werewolves in the entire town, and it can be said that all the werewolves who heard the howl just now basically ran towards this side.

It's like the subjects hearing the emperor's call, and the saints hearing the call of the gods.

Roar.

These awakened werewolves are different from the silver werewolves, they are completely unconscious, more like a beast through and through, and their actions at the moment are only acting on the instincts of beasts.

The werewolves soon gathered around the silver werewolves, and several of them had fierce and greedy looks in their eyes, staring at the human Sigur on the side with malicious intent.

But the aura emanating from Sieg's body made these beast werewolves a little afraid, so no one dared to come out to attack Sieg at this moment.

The silver werewolf was even more puzzled than ever, because he could also feel the aura of the young man in front of him, almost on par with himself, and even faintly overpowering him.

"Human, you don't belong here. The silver werewolf whispered in a deep voice.

His eyes remained fixed on Sig, full of some inexplicable doubt, as if he had seen something strange.

The silver werewolf can also be seen that Sigur is not the original inhabitant of this town, after all, such a remote town would not exist such a powerful high-level creature.

"You'd better not mess with it, or you'll ......," the silver giant werewolf continued to say to himself, the menace in his words intensifying.

"Or what?" Sigurt was already standing where he was, quietly looking at the many werewolves in front of him.

He just glanced at the past so faintly, and it made some normal beast werewolves blow up all over their bodies.

These low-level werewolves, in his eyes, were no different from those mortals, and they could not pose any threat to themselves at all. The only thing that caused some trouble was the silver werewolf in front of him.

"Or I'll make you regret it. The silver werewolf suddenly spoke, his voice extremely sharp, and the threat in it was already obvious.

"I can leave. Sieg nodded, as if admitted, and continued, "But first, I have a question to clarify. ”

Sigur paused here abruptly, then looked at the silver werewolf again, "I want to know...... What kind of creature are you?"

"Me?" The werewolf was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect Sigurt to ask this, but then, the silver werewolf cracked its mouth and said with a cruel smile: "My existence is not something that a mortal like you can understand. ”

"I don't know why you're here, but I advise you not to disturb my business. The silver werewolf gave Sigurt a deep look, then tilted its head again, and let out a high-pitched whine at the sky.

This voice seemed to be addressed to the rest of the werewolves present, and at that moment, the many werewolves gathered in this street let out a sharp whining sound in unison.

For a while, the wolves danced together, bringing an alternative atmosphere of slaughter to this rainy night.

They were quick to act!

In the blink of an eye, the werewolves gathered around them, as if they had received some order, scattered in all directions, and scattered in a fixed direction.

Sigur took a cursory glance and found that the trajectory of these werewolves was actually heading towards the place where those black rats were, looking at this posture, it seemed that they wanted to slaughter those black rats.

"Strange. Seeger instinctively raised a hint of doubt in his heart.

In his understanding, this silver werewolf should no longer be the honest boy he was before, whether it is memory or personality, the two should no longer have any relationship, so why does this silver werewolf still have trouble with these black mice.

You know, there are a lot of living people in this town of Terra, why do these silver werewolves go to the trouble of summoning many awakened werewolves to attack those black rats?

Among them, there seems to be some secret hidden.

It was raining heavily.

The silver werewolf did not leave here with many werewolves to attack, but chose to stay and face Sigurt himself alone.

The streets were exceptionally quiet at the moment, and there was no sound except the rain.

The werewolves had all left, and only Sieg and the silver werewolf were left, staring at each other.