In the glade surrounded by tree shadows, wooden houses made of logs are dotted around, forming a small village around the clearing, and at this time the village is full of dead corpses, blood everywhere, the corpses of werewolves are falling together in twos and threes, and some infant children and immature children are also tragically murdered.

Listening to the werewolf house and his siblings sobbing, Rog crouched down in front of a corpse with a grim face, pulled out a metal arrow from the corpse's chest, sniffed it to his nose, and turned to the other corpse.

He inspected several corpses one after another, and found that each corpse was ** upper body, with an identical metal arrow inserted in the heart, and the arrows were all in the left chest and heart without exception, which made him a little surprised, who has such excellent archery skills?

"What do you think about this?" asked Murphy, walking up from behind him, looking at the metal arrow in Rogge's hand.

"Merlin crossbow bolts. Rogge handed Murphy the arrow in his hand, took a cigar from his cigarette pouch and lit it.

"Isn't that a weapon for killing werewolves?" Catherine, who was following behind, heard his words, and walked up quickly, looking curiously at the silver arrow in Murphy's hand.

Rogge nodded slowly, stared down at the corpse under his feet, and said, "That's right, Merlin's Crossbow uses arrows made of stainless steel, wrapped in sterling silver, which is extremely lethal to werewolves and vampires, and is also one of the few crossbows that can shoot through the skin of all werewolves." ”

"Shoot through the skin of all werewolves?" Catherine asked, noticing the accent of Rogge's tone on the word "all", curiously.

"Yes," Murphy explained back to her, "Some of the higher werewolves are covered in hard fur that ordinary weapons can't penetrate them at all, and the Merlin's Crossbow is a specially made weapon for this kind of werewolf, which can easily shoot through the werewolf's fur. ”

"I see, I've only heard that Merlin's crossbow can kill werewolves, and I really don't know about it. She glanced at the werewolves around her, and said to herself a little gloatingly: "I don't know which big hero did a good deed, killing so many werewolves, it's really amazing." ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Murphy covered her mouth, glanced at the werewolves not far away, frowned and shook her head, Catherine realized that she had forgotten her words, and quickly closed her mouth and nodded, but she couldn't help but be secretly happy in her heart.

"Your Highness," Rog didn't seem to notice the conversation between Catherine and Murphy, he got up and turned around, looked at the elven princess Sophia standing behind him with Tali, and said, "Among the elven archers, can anyone guarantee that every arrow hits the same spot on the moving target?"

"This ......" Sophia pondered for a moment, a hint of nostalgia flashed in her blue crystal eyes, and her tone was full of affection: "If there is one, it is my brother Lorian, he was the number one archery master in the clan when he was alive, if it were him, he should be able to do it." ”

"But His Highness Lorien has been dead for a long time," Rogge's words dispelled the proud expression on Sophia's face, making her mood a little depressed, only to hear him continue to ask, "Is there anyone else who can do this?"

"Probably not, there is a lot of uncertainty about such things as bows and arrows, and no one is 100% sure that every arrow will fall in the same position, and besides, archery is to kill the enemy, why should you care if the position is the same?" Sophia asked curiously.

Rogge didn't answer her, he just silently lowered his head, thinking about the question in his mind: if the elven archers can't do it, then how can a human archer shoot every arrow at a fraction of a millimeter while running at high speed on the target?

Since ancient times, almost all the sharpshooters on the continent are from the elves, their eagle-like eyes and cool minds make their archery skills incomparable, although humans have also produced many excellent archers, but in front of the elves' bow and arrow talent is really not worth mentioning.

"If there really is a marksman among the human race who can shoot anywhere at will and has no false shots, there should have been rumors among the rangers for a long time. Thinking of this, Rogge turned back to ask Murphy if he had heard of such characters, and the adventurer thought for a long time, and did not think of any matching person.

"Even if there were, it would be unimaginable to shoot so many werewolves by yourself, but if it was a group action, how could it be possible for every arrow to hit the same part?

At this moment, one of House's companions suddenly came running and said that House had found some blood words in the center of the village, and Rogge hurriedly followed him to the scene with the others, and found a word written in blood on the surface of the stake in a clearing in the center of the village: "Hunter?"

Rog half-knelt down in front of the stake and looked down at the dried blood letter, wondering what the simple word meant, apparently written by the murderer, and looked like it was left by the werewolf hunters to show off, but what puzzled Rogge was the question mark at the end.

"Why did you leave this question mark? If the hunters were leaving it for show-off, they should have used an exclamation mark! And the current situation looks more like a provocation after a counterattack, could this massacre stem from some kind of revenge?"

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Rogge's mind, he stared at the blood word in front of him and pondered for a long time, but shook his head gently, there were too few clues and full of contradictions, not enough to support the possibility he had thought.

"Mr. Rogge, would you like to come with us to the Grand Patriarch's residence?" and then House suddenly said to him, "We must report this matter to the Grand Patriarch, and ask him to send someone to deal with this matter and give an account to the dead brothers." ”

"Of course, I'll go with you, I've found a lot of doubts here, and there are some questions that need to be verified by the Great Patriarch. Rogge replied without hesitation.

With the help of Jim, the treant, they gathered all the werewolf corpses together, dug a large pit to bury them collectively, and then sat on the treant and headed for the hinterland of the werewolf clan with House guiding the way.

When they arrived at the big village where the werewolf patriarch was, the eastern sky had turned white, and the werewolves in the village were very surprised and surprised to see a tree man with so many strangers.

House didn't bother to say much to them, and hurried to the great patriarch's wooden house with Rogge and the others, who had already heard of their arrival and was waiting for them outside the door at this time, and this brown-haired middle-aged man who looked about forty years old immediately greeted them as soon as he saw them.

House introduced Rogge and the others to the Grand Patriarch, and told him what happened in the village, and the Great Patriarch's face changed suddenly after hearing this, and there was a trace of anger in his originally gentle eyes, and he said angrily: "Who are they who are the people who slaughter our compatriots like this?

"Great Patriarch, I have a question for me, please don't mind. Rogge said fearlessly, staring into the Grand Patriarch's angry eyes.

The Great Patriarch looked him straight in the eye and nodded solemnly, hearing Rogge ask, "I wonder if our clan has invaded human villages or hunted humans recently?"

"As far as I know, there shouldn't be. The Great Patriarch replied without hesitation: "Our people have been far away from the human village for a long time, and there is an Akara Mountain between the neutral zone of the Sun and Moon Forest and the human territory, and we must go around the Acala Mountain from the territory of the elves or dwarves and walk for a long time to reach the human village." ”

"If so, then there shouldn't be any possibility of human revenge slaughter?" Rogge asked tentatively.

"Of course, why do you think that?" the Grand Patriarch asked rhetorically, staring at him in surprise.

"Because of that blood letter," Rog told the Great Patriarch about the blood letter left by the murderer, and said, "It is very strange that the murderer left the word 'hunter?', if there is no question mark at the end, its meaning is obviously to indicate the identity of the murderer, but if a question mark is added, it is a provocation." ”

"Provocation?" the Great Patriarch frowned and narrowed his eyes, savoring the meaning of Rogge's words, Rogge nodded and continued: "That's right, similar to the once hunted people who are now slaughtering and taking revenge, and then leaving such a question, the meaning of which is actually 'Who is the hunter?'"

"So, someone is provoking our clan?!" The Great Patriarch was even more angry when he heard this, and his two thick arms were bruised, as if he wanted to immediately transform into and tear the provocateur apart.

"Great Patriarch, please calm your anger, this is only speculation at the moment, we have too little evidence about the murderer, but I suspect that this kind of thing may happen again, I hope you can convey this to all the villages, so that everyone can be vigilant and avoid being poisoned again!" Rogge said earnestly.

The Great Patriarch nodded in agreement, and immediately sent someone to convey it to all villages, so that all werewolf villages should be vigilant, strengthen patrols and guards, and report suspicious people immediately.

Rogge and the others stayed in the werewolf village to rest that day, and the great patriarch arranged a wooden house for the guests, but Catherine insisted on staying on the tree man and refused to go to the wooden house to rest, and Tali and Murphy persuaded her not to move, so they had to let Monica, the little flower spirit, and Jim, the tree man, protect her.

Lying on Jim's branch, Catherine couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, and her heart was always sullen and uncomfortable, and Monica, the little flower spirit, saw that she had something on her mind, so she fell on her shoulder and asked with concern: "Miss Catherine, are you unhappy?"

The girl looked back at the beautiful little man with slender fingers, sighed and nodded, she told Monica about her background, and said with a sense of resentment: "I had hoped that Mr. Rogge would help me find the werewolf and kill it to avenge my dead father, but now what he has done is simply the opposite." ”

"But the werewolves who killed your father weren't these werewolves, were they?" Monica sat down on her shoulder, hugged her slender, snow-white legs, and said, "If you do find the werewolf who killed your father, I don't think Mr. Rogge will show mercy." ”

"Perhaps, but anyway, I just hate werewolves, and I don't want to stay here for a moment. Catherine sighed helplessly, glanced back at the werewolves coming and going in the village under the trees.

"Don't think too much, let's get some sleep first, rest well, and have a chance to take revenge!" Monica said with a smile as she stood up and flapped her four willow-leaf wings as she flew up to her.

"Well, thank you Monica. Catherine nodded gratefully, although she was still uncomfortable, but with Monica's relief, coupled with the tiredness of her body, she finally fell asleep deeply.

When Catherine awoke from her sleep, it was already late in the evening, and from Rogge, who woke her up, she received the shocking news that another werewolf village had been slaughtered......