Under the leadership of Werewolf House, Rogge and the others came to the second slaughtered werewolf village, which was larger than House's, with wooden houses lined up in artificially carved glades, and treehouse watchtowers built around the village, and the precautions were quite complete.

But at this time, there were no guards standing guard on the watchtower, and the ground was covered with dead bodies, similar to the corpses in the previous village of House, the upper body of the deceased was naked, including the upper body of the transformed werewolf without a mane wrap, and there were no scars on the corpse, only a silver Merlin crossbow bolt stuck in the heart.

"How many people are in this village?" asked House next to him after examining the corpses at the scene, looking around the messy village square.

"There are more than 200 people in this village, which is a medium-sized village in the territory. House looked at the blood and corpses in his eyes, and his face showed irrepressible sadness, which made his already strong face reveal pain and helplessness.

Rogge nodded silently, his gaze swept over the werewolf corpses at the scene, and he found that among the corpses in this village, the number of corpses that had transformed into werewolf form was far greater than that that that had not transformed.

"This means that there are more purebred werewolves in this village, and they are more powerful, but the killers used exactly the same technique, without exception, piercing everyone's hearts with their Merlin arrows, which is incredible. ”

"It looks like there's a war here, doesn't it?" murmured Murphy, who was standing beside him.

The word war?, which seemed to remind Rogge, couldn't help but glance back at Murphy, chewing on the word in his mind, yes, it seemed more like a slaughter after a defeat, and the hunters wouldn't be so desperate.

But who is it under the banner of a hunter who does not declare war on the werewolf clan?

Just as he was pondering, Lilith, the little owl who had been sent out to reconnoiter the surrounding situation, fluttered her wings and landed on his shoulder, and the little furball jumped into Rogge's ear and muttered something, Rogge turned his head sharply when he heard this, stared at her big eyes and asked, "Where is it?"

"It's behind a wooden house on the north side of the village. The little furball said with his neck crooked.

"Well done, little villain, I'll give you a note of this!" Rogge said, turning to the crowd and beckoning, "Come on, guys, let's go see new clues!"

"We're not talking about rewards yet!" Lilith reminded persistently.

"I'll reward you with dinner, I was going to make you lose weight tonight. Rog said as he strode towards the north of the village, listening to Lilith's unrelenting protest as he came to the place she was pointing.

At the back of a wooden house, Rogge found several dark red robes and shirts and trousers, as well as some old boots and gloves, as if someone had changed their clothes from top to bottom and inside out, leaving them behind.

Rogge examined the suit separately and found several broken holes on the chest of the robe and shirt, about the thickness of a person's fingers, and the surface of the garment was stained with blood.

In addition, his pants and shoes were stained with a gray powder, which Rogge pinched up with his hands and brought to his nose, smelling a strange fishy smell.

"Looking at the marks left on the clothes, it seems that the owner of the clothes has been injured, and the tears in the clothes should be the puncture marks left by the werewolf claws, but if he is pierced through the chest by the werewolf claws, how can he still change his clothes alive?"

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the collar of the robe, where there was a hole slightly thicker than his chest, stained red with blood all around it, and Rogge took the robes and shirts of several other sets of clothes, and found the same tear at the neckline.

"Is it really ......" these clues reminded him again of the suspicion that emerged in his heart in the village of House, and the clues in his hand made it more and more credible, but at this time Rogge still had doubts in his heart that had not been solved, and he could not easily draw conclusions.

He got up and led the group back to the village, where he saw that the werewolves brought by House were cleaning up the corpses in the village, and some of the bodies piled up in the open space in the center of the village were being removed.

When Rogge and the others walked past the crowd, they suddenly heard a commotion in the crowd, Rogge turned around and walked forward, and saw a word written on the bare ground after removing the corpse: Prey?

"Hunter?" Rogge stared at the word written in blood, muttering to himself: "Prey?" A light flashed through his mind, yes, this is a challenge from the prey to the hunter, a war between the prey and the hunter!

"Everything seems to be clear," said Rog to himself silently in his heart, "but, one last question, how did he do it? How did he get every arrow into the chest of every target? It seemed impossible to them!"

On the way back to the Great Patriarch's residence, Rog had been thinking about the last question in his mind, but to no avail, and when they entered the village, they received the news that the werewolf sentry had discovered a group of humans who had invaded the territory, and the Great Patriarch had led people to round them up.

Rog immediately asked the werewolves to lead the way, and rushed to the scene of the incident with Jim the tree man, and they heard a fierce battle in the distance, Rog asked Jim to stop nearby, and climbed to the treetops to watch the battle in the jungle.

He saw two groups of men dressed differently fighting the werewolves, one of them wearing armor that looked like the army of the Duchy of Deiz, and the other wearing a red cloak and carrying a fiery dragon-slaying crossbow and a long sword in their hands.

"It's a dragon hunter!" said Murphy, who climbed up the treetops to Rogge's side.

"I see it, Philip is there, and you see in his hand, it's Merlin's crossbow!" said Rogge, pointing to the only dragon hunter with a silver crossbow.

"Why don't these guys use the dragon-killing crossbow on their bodies to shoot werewolves?" Catherine, who climbed to the treetops on the other side, looked at the battlefield and asked curiously, "Isn't the dragon-killing crossbow able to pierce the dragon's scales?

"Of course you can, but the Dragonslayer Crossbow is too heavy, the Dragonslayer Arrows are slow to fly, the hit rate is too poor, and most of them are not silver-plated, so they are far less dangerous to werewolves than the Merlin's Crossbow. Rogge said, staring at the battlefield.

"Speaking of which, no matter how powerful a bow and arrow is, it is not as fast and accurate as a silver bullet!" Catherine said proudly, but unexpectedly, the elf princess Sophia in the treetops next to her said with displeasure, "Bullets?

"Of course, in terms of lethality, speed, and accuracy, the firearm is far stronger than the bow and arrow, is there anything to argue about?" Catherine asked unconvinced.

"Hmph, if my bow hadn't been damaged, I'd let you know that your firebolt was useless in front of the bow and arrows!" Sophia sneered contemptuously.

"Hmph, I'm embarrassed to take out a weapon that can be damaged so easily!" said Catherine, giving her a disdainful look.

The elven princess seemed to be enraged by her, jumped to her side with a light leap, took out a silver sword from her quiver, grabbed her clothes with one hand, raised the arrow in her hand, and said, "Even without a bow, I can easily pierce the arrow into your chest, do you want to try?"

"You two don't make trouble!" Tali, who had finally climbed up, stepped forward to separate the two girls who were competing against each other, and looked back at Rog, who was looking down in contemplation, and thought to herself: The two of them are like this, why don't you care?

Before she could finish thinking about it, Rogge suddenly clapped his hands and shouted: "I know, damn it, I'm really stupid, I don't need any complicated skills at all, as long as I do this, the last doubt can be solved!"

Everyone present looked at him blankly, only to see him skillfully slide down the trunk of Jim, the tree man, and rush all the way to the direction of the battlefield, the black figure flickered several times in the jungle under the night, and when his steps stopped, the two sides of the battle had been separated.

"That's enough, don't fight!" Rogge, who was standing in the center of the crowd, shouted to the crowd with his hands outstretched.

"What's going on?" the werewolf patriarch looked at Rogge in surprise when he saw this, and Philip, the leader of the dragon hunters on the other side, recognized his voice, and he asked in surprise: "'Lone wolf', it's you again!"

"Yes, it's me, I'm not happy to see each other like you, if I'm not mistaken, you brought so many garrison soldiers into the forest this time for Grace, but now I don't want to be your enemy!"

Rogge turned around and walked in the direction of the Great Patriarch, and said as he went, "Great Patriarch, they are not murderers of your people. ”

"How do you know?" the Grand Patriarch asked, incredulously.

"It's simple, if Philip could slaughter two of your villages with a single Merlin crossbow with his one hundred or so men, the troops you brought with him must have suffered heavy casualties by now. Rogge said, glancing at the werewolves present.

"This ......" the Grand Patriarch hesitated slightly, and Rogge continued: "I've been observing your engagements just now, Philip's archery skills are not bad, but he can't accurately hit the target's chest with every arrow, in fact, he hasn't shot anyone dead so far, only a few people have been injured, isn't he?"

He walked up to the werewolf who had been wounded in the arm by Merlin's crossbow, examined his wounds, and said, "None of the slaughtered dead have any wounds on their bodies, only arrows on the same part of their chests. ”

"If they follow Philip's method, they should be covered with unhealable wounds, and we all know that silver will make werewolves lose their ability to heal. ”

"You're right, but even so, we still can't let these intruders go easily, until we find the real killers. The patriarch said stubbornly.

"Patriarch, if you are willing to listen to my advice, then I want you to leave here now and return to the village to prepare your troops, and soon the real culprit you want to find will reappear. Rog walked up to the Grand Patriarch and said as he stared confidently into his green eyes that glittered in the night.