With the distant chimes of the Upper Town, which Lane didn't know the exact name of, could only call by its geometric location.

The city seemed to have reacted suddenly.

Flanks of narrow streets, where there were originally high-rise residences.

The houses are crooked, spliced together like shoddy building blocks, sometimes not even the load-bearing facades.

But they were stacked on top of each other, and they were piled high, with Gothic spires on the top floor.

Originally, although the road was empty, and there was not the slightest sound coming from the buildings on either side, there were still lights coming out of a few windows.

But after the bell rang, not only did the faint lights go out immediately, but each window also pulled down iron fences, iron windows and other protective equipment.

It's as if the inhabitants are not living in a stable city, but in a dangerous wilderness.

Lan En frowned, looking up at the interlocking window.

Faintly, he heard something through the cracks in some closed doors.

"Poor stranger, tsk, poor stranger just broke in at this time, hehe."

The words "poor stranger" seem to be pity and pity, but the words that follow are naked schadenfreude.

It seems that the people here are happy to see the misery of the strangers.

That's not right.

After entering this mountain city, all kinds of signs told Lan that something was wrong in this city.

Something very bad is happening here.

"Well, I don't want more, even if I can find a safe place in this city to lay the floor, I will accept it."

The young witcher was not at all at all, and he naturally lowered his requirements for a standard of living.

Lann began to wander the deserted streets, looking for a place where he could rest in peace.

The night was getting thicker, and the bright moon in the sky didn't know when it was already hanging in the middle.

Its light was much brighter than Ran's common sense, and thanks to this, the witcher didn't have to fill himself with a potion for night vision.

The boots with the outer plate armor stomped into a puddle on the brick road, making a splash.

Lan's eyes searched for a reassuring nook and a safe place to stay until dawn, but the eerie city didn't seem to be able to meet the simple requirement.

Just as the witcher swept past the mouth of an unremarkable alley again, his footsteps stopped in a sound of metal crashing with the swaying of armor.

Frowning, the slightly glowing cat's eyes slowly turned and focused on the deep alley.

Bloody, thick and sticky. It's human blood, but there's an abnormal stench of corruption.

The smell was abnormal, and it even made Len doubt himself.

Is this really human blood?

Or is there something wrong with my nose or memory?

There was a wheezing sound like bellows blowing through the alley.

Lan slowly turned his entire body, allowing himself to face the alley.

His cat's eyes swept his surroundings, and Mentos marked him with a noteworthy piece of information.

On the wall tile at the entrance to the alley, there is a hideous scratch.

The bluestone bricks were scratched out of several ways like cheese, deep and long.

"Finger spacing is being analyzed, claw mark height is being analyzed. The analysis is complete. ”

A rough humanoid silhouette is projected onto the edge of Lan's retina.

Is it a werewolf with a height of about two meters and four recurved joints and sharpened primate claws?

Based on the rough outline that Mentos had calculated, Lane changed his stance slightly to make his body more suitable for facing an enemy of this size.

The next moment." Boom! ”

In the alley, the sound of the wooden boxes being broken and broken sounded, and the things that were originally shrunk in the dark seemed to be unable to suppress their desires anymore.

Roaring, "whooping", bursting out of the darkness of the alley!

Even Lan En, who had already adjusted his breathing and adjusted his mentality with his breathing, the moment he really saw this thing, his eyes were still instinctively narrowed slightly in surprise.

This thing did look a lot like the werewolf that Lan En was familiar with, but when he looked at it more closely, it made Lan En feel that it was even more abnormal.

The thing in front of me was like a super thin version of the werewolf, its messy hair, and the thin layer of skin that the hair clinged to, was all but the bones.

Sharpen claws, recurve joints. These organs are mutated, and a little trace of a wolf in nature can still be seen on the werewolf's body, in other words: wild and natural.

And in this thing, these organ mutations only make people feel distorted and weird, which is simply pathological!

What's more important is that face, it stands to reason that the head of a werewolf who has changed to this extent should have been elongated into a wolf head.

But the thing in front of me still retains the appearance of a human being, just coarse and thick hair, and the head is wrapped in it.

The surprise was suppressed after only a moment.

When facing a monster that rushes towards you in a frenzy, academic issues can be discussed later.

The monster was holding a long metal pipe in his hand, and looking at the pattern on the long pipe, it should have been torn off from the fence or pipe in this city.

The city's appearance is close to the Victorian style of the 19th century, and the iron utensils in the city are no longer as precious and scarce as they once were.

The sharp fracture, the unique mark of the torn metal showed the monster's strength.

It was tall and long, and the broken hole of the metal pipe was used as the tip of a spear, and it condescendingly rushed towards Lan Enza!

"It's very aggressive, and it's a different point from ordinary werewolves."

In the face of the metal pipe that pierced from the monster's head and could basically pierce all the way from the chest to the waist of the back with the reference of the opponent's strength, Lan En calmly made an evaluation.

There was a "click", and the long knife was pushed out of the leaf spring of the scabbard by the thumb.

The bright sword flashed - "Phew! ”

A circle of bright and exploding sparks exploded, and the strange force entered the monster's body as the weapons collided.

It stabbed down, uncontrollably crooked.

Lan En didn't go toe-to-toe with the monsters, and although he had to tear down the steel artifacts in the city with his hands, he could almost do it. But why bother with a monster who is obviously abnormal, and compete with each other at the first meeting?

This is neither wise nor cost-effective.

With Lan En adjusting his stance against the enemy in advance, he used the skill of [Reed Celebrity Nominori] to block the monster's stab.

If an ordinary person with an ordinary body has not systematically practiced armed combat, then [Dengli] can basically make the opponent's posture collapse after the first weapon contact.

But the monster in front of him who can tear iron pipes is obviously not ordinary.

Lan En estimated that it would take at least twenty [Dengli] to seize the opportunity to make this monster's whole body scatter.

Ordinary reed cultivators should take advantage of the victory at this time to pursue and carry out continuous oppressive attacks on the enemy's posture and body.

But Lan Enke is more than just a swordsman.

"[Alder]!"

"Bang!"

The impact of the magic that was being controlled in an area slammed into the crooked crook of the werewolf's knee leg with a muffled sound.

Efficient reflex joints, when forced into an incorrect posture, become a fragile burden on the body.

The wolf-like leg staggered on the ground several times before it regained a sense of stability.

But the French seal was followed by the seal." Boom! Click! ”

The boot with the outer plate armor was wrapped in the air current, and stomped on the recurved ankle joint! The sound of bones being forcibly torn off makes people sore.

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