Seeing that Wayne was so confident, Deacon Ozk didn't say anything more, and soon led the witcher to the vicinity of the three missing lumberjacks' work sites.

It's not a special place, just a normal clearing at the edge of the forest, but it's much deeper into the forest than other lumberjacks' stations.

Perhaps, that's why they will disappear because of this.

Upon arriving at the scene of the crime, Wayne immediately held his breath and began to look for clues around him, using his keen witcher senses.

Originally, he thought it would be some kind of imperceptible unsolved case, but in less than ten minutes, he relied on his sense of smell and sight to find a few scattered logging axes in the grass not far away, as well as some messy footprints on the ground.

At the same time, some fresh blood dripping on the ground was also stimulating his sense of smell.

Wayne sniffed closer, and there was only a rusty, sweet smell except for the smell of evaporating sweat.

It was human blood, not a lot, and it was clear that some of the lumberjacks had been killed or injured.

Instead of rushing to follow the trail of blood for the trail of the lumberjack, Wayne crouched on the ground, carefully observing the messy footprints.

Soon, he found clues in the footprints, those huge footprints with four fingers sunken, like large beasts, let Wayne eliminate the suspicion of wild bears and wild wolves.

Ozk, who was standing on the sidelines, saw the footprints that were bigger than a human palm and sunk deep into the ground, and realized that the attacker was a huge and ferocious monster.

I couldn't help but ask with some concern:

"Mr. Wayne, can you tell what kind of monster it is?"

Wayne touched his smooth chin, remembered what he had learned from Kyle Moham, and said affirmatively:

"It was the werewolf who attacked them, but I'm a little strange, what is the reason why this werewolf attacked them?"

"It stands to reason that you lumberjacks who just arrived here should have nothing to do with them as cursed creatures."

Ozk obviously didn't know what a werewolf was, he was a henchman who came here from the Southern Kingdom with Revarden, but he had heard of all kinds of monsters in the north, but if he really wanted to talk about it, he had never seen one.

The middle-aged deacon muttered a word "werewolf", and then said:

"Mr. Wayne, are you sure you've found the location of this werewolf?"

"Should we go to the city and tell the guards to kill it?"

When Wayne heard this, he glanced at this naïve southerner with some amusement, not to mention the guards in the northern city, who basically didn't care about what happened outside the city.

And even if the town hall was brainstorming, under pressure from the wealthy merchant Levardin, a team of guards was sent out.

With the werewolf's sturdy stature of two and a half meters, the sharp claws capable of tearing through ordinary chain mail, and the strong resilience that ignores ordinary damage.

Even if all the guards were equipped with silver weapons, unless they were all fierce warriors, they would only be able to leave a few scars on the werewolves at most.

You know, werewolves are not brainless water ghosts, and even many fledgling witchers will die at the hands of such cunning and vicious cursed monsters.

It's no wonder that the system gives an expert assessment of the task.

Thankfully, he had a Demon Pattern Storage Bag with all the potions, bombs, and cursed sword oil he needed to deal with the werewolves.

Now that there is a master-level silver sword created by Master O'Henry, Wayne is still sure of dealing with an ordinary werewolf.

He stood up and said to Deacon Ozk:

"Deacon Ozk, werewolves are terrifying monsters transformed from cursed humans, and you'd better not scatter into the forest until I return."

"I don't want to, when I come back, you'll have lost a few more lives."

For this monster expert recommended by the boss Rayvarden, Ozik did not dare to slack off, and immediately nodded and said:

"Okay, Mr. Wayne, I'm going to get the lumberjacks together today for work that doesn't require access to the forest."

"However, please be careful, you are a friend of the boss, and if something happens, the boss will not let me go."

Wayne nodded, considering how inconvenient it would be to enter the forest to find clues, so he handed over his mount, Lucifer, to Ozk's care.

Without any extra pleasantries, Wayne immediately got to work.

He followed the smell of blood and the trails all the way into the forest.

Apparently the werewolf had no experience with anti-tracking, and perhaps he didn't even think of covering his tracks, nor did he expect that someone would track his location based on them.

About an hour later, Wayne relied on his super sense to make his way through the outskirts of the forest to a hunter's hut far from the town on the outskirts of Virgin.

Based on the smell of blood and footprints, Wayne determined that the wounded lumberjack and werewolf had entered the hut about half an hour earlier.

I just don't know what the situation is now?

However, Wayne did not rush into the house to investigate the situation, but sat cross-legged in a hidden bush outside the cabin.

He took out the demonic storage bag that he had placed close to him, and carefully took out three bottles of potion, a bottle of sword oil, and three alchemy bombs from inside.

They are the Thunder Elixir that increases strength and damage, the Swallow Elixir that restores injuries, and the Elixir Pai Cui that increases the damage of the Law Seal.

It's not that Wayne doesn't want to take out more, it's just that although his mutation level has reached level four, drinking three bottles of witcher potion at the same time is the limit of his current endurance.

If you drink one more bottle, it will take a toll on his body.

However, the proficiency level of level 4 is also close to the peak, and in about half a month, his mutation level will reach level 5 and unlock a career specialty skill.

Presumably, by then, he would be able to take one more bottle of potion and gain a powerful boost in other aspects.

Resisting the shitty shit of the three potions, and the disgusting taste of sweet and greasy lard, Wayne closed his eyes and drank them quickly.

During the short period of meditation, his body was quickly mobilized by the potion, and a powerful increase was obtained.

The most obvious is the thunder potion, Wayne felt that his strength had been strengthened by about fifty percent, his muscles were a little swollen, and even the pain was weakened a little under the strengthening of his strength.

He pulled out the master-grade silver sword from his waist, carefully smeared a bottle of cursed sword oil on the sword, and hid another steel sword and scabbard in the grass.

This is a necessary action, real combat is no better than the game, and the extra steel sword and scabbard not only do not play any role in the battle, but will affect his dodge and attack.

It wasn't until all the preparations for the battle were in place that Wayne took a light breath and stepped out of the hidden grass to the main entrance of the hunter's hut.

It was not wise for him to rush into a cramped hut and fight a monster of huge size and thick skin in a cramped space.

Instead, he opened his mouth and shouted:

"Werewolf in the house, you've been exposed."

"I'm a witcher, and I'm here to deal with you, if you have anything else to say, you can come out and talk to me."

Such shouts are not only to lure the monster out of the house, but also what Wayne wants to know.

Why would this cursed werewolf run into a lumberyard an hour away and attack the lumberjacks he didn't know?

There was no sound in the room, but Wayne's keen hearing could hear it, and as he shouted, a creature with heavy breathing gradually approached the door.

Wayne could even see through the tiny crack in the door the thick gray hair of the tall figure.

Just when Wayne thought that this werewolf might be the type who lost his mind and couldn't speak because of anger.

A hoarse and angry, roaring beast, came from the position of the gate.

"Demon Hunter, I've heard your legends, you're legendary monster killers."

"However, this is none of your business, I am acting for revenge."

"My wife, Paula, died in the forest, naked, covered in wounds, and the ground was red with blood."

"When I found her, she was dying, and she told me that some lumberjacks had gang-raped her."

"She is the person I love the most, and she doesn't even dislike me for being a werewolf, and I must avenge her."