Listening to the werewolf's roar full of anger and sadness, Wayne was unmoved, but said calmly:

"It may not be wrong to avenge a loved one, but it is definitely not the right thing to do to involve innocent people and hurt innocent people."

"Werewolf, if you still have human reason, release the lumberjacks you caught, and I can help you find the murderers who hurt your wife."

"If you have become a murderer of innocent people, then you are no different from the villains who hurt your wife."

The werewolf seemed to be even angrier when he heard this, let out an angry roar through the wooden door, and then said:

"You are indeed the same as the legend, you are all emotionless monsters."

"For revenge, I don't care if my hands are stained with blood, those guys are not willing to cooperate with me at all, they are all accomplices who shield the murderer."

"As long as I can't find the murderer of that day, I will continue to look for it, even if I kill all the lumberjacks in this neighborhood, I will not hesitate to do so."

Hearing this answer, Wayne understood that after all, he was still a cursed monster, and anger and killing had filled his mind.

It is estimated that this attack on the logger is not the first action of the werewolf, perhaps because it is too difficult to find a few murderers in the vast sea of people, and the werewolf has transferred his hatred for the murderer to the entire group of lumberjacks.

He silently put on a strengthened version of the Quinn shield, took an alchemy bomb from his belt with his left hand, and shouted into the room:

"In that case, werewolf, come out."

"Just kill me, and there's no one here who can stop you."

"Maybe revenge is just your excuse, you just enjoy killing."

In the face of Wayne's provocation, the werewolf could no longer suppress the destruction and impulse in his heart, and directly roared, rushed open the door, and pounced in the direction of Wayne outside the door.

Wayne's eyes froze, and the alchemy bomb on his left hand was instantly thrown towards the werewolf who pounced.

There was a muffled bang, not the sound of gunpowder exploding, and a large amount of silver-white dust exploded in an instant, forming a dense silver smoke, which directly wrapped the werewolf with a layer of fluorescence.

This is the Moon Dust Bomb, the main ingredient in it is silver powder, a small amount of magic gold and other special herbal powders for curses, which are miraculous against monsters formed by magic or curses, as well as monsters that have no normal body such as ghosts and evil spirits.

And it is the nemesis of werewolves, not only will it continue to damage the werewolf's body, but it can also effectively control the werewolf's recovery ability, so that they lose the ability to fight for a long time.

The werewolf in mid-air was beaten squarely, and couldn't help but let out a painful roar, shouting in an angry voice:

"Despicable witcher!"

Wayne didn't care, in the principle of the witcher, to deal with monsters is to do whatever it takes, poison, traps, bombs to the extreme, insidious and despicable is a compliment.

Otherwise, how could a demon hunter who was just flesh and blood fight against thousands of terrifying monsters in the world.

He raised his master-grade silver sword and quickly took a step back sideways, avoiding the claws of the angry werewolf.

Taking this opportunity, he slashed at the werewolf's boneless belly, successfully leaving a bloody wound on its flank, and the cursed oil on the blade also entered its body along the wound, and began to damage its internal organs.

After all, it is just a werewolf transformed by Orion, and it does not have real martial arts, and can only fight with the wildness in its bloodline.

The werewolf let out another roar of pain in its mouth, but its movements did not stop at all, the claws of its feet grasped the ground, forced it to twist its body, and waved two sharp claws at Wayne on the side.

The Werewolf is a monster of equal agility and strength, and its claws are no less fast than the slashes of a master swordsman.

Wayne held his sword in both hands, accurately unloaded his force to block a few claw blows, and then kicked the werewolf's sliced flank, causing blood to splatter, and in the werewolf's painful wail, he turned over and retreated several steps with his strength.

As soon as he stood firm, his left hand quickly drew an Ignida seal in the air, and then with a sharp push, a flame enveloped the werewolf not far away.

The fur on the werewolf's back was full of gray fur, and it was instantly ignited by the flames, and even the werewolf's head, ears and beard were all burned.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

The scorching flames instantly provoked the werewolf's pain, and the flames covering its head obscured its vision.

Flame is the fear engraved in the bones of all living beings.

Anger and fear made the werewolf even more manic, and it flailed its two claws wildly, trying to stop the witcher from approaching with this wide range of attacks.

Wayne didn't get closer, he removed a Dragon's Dream bomb from his belt and threw it at the crazy werewolf.

With a bang, the power of the bomb was quite good, and the flammable substance inside the dragon's dream not only intensified the fire on the werewolf, but also directly blew up the werewolf, scorching his whole body.

Seizing this gap, Wayne immediately flashed forward, and at the moment when the werewolf's middle door opened, he held the master-grade silver sword with both hands, and struck a full blow at the position of the werewolf's heart.

Bones shattered, blood splattered!

This sword is worthy of the work of a master blacksmith, and when slashed at a werewolf, it is like cutting a rotten bark.

Wayne felt only a slight stagnation, and the sharp blade sliced through several of the werewolf's ribs and its rib-protected heart.

With a cry of despair in pain, the werewolf could no longer control his body, staggered back a few steps, and fell to one knee on the ground.

The whole body was covered in silver powder, and it was burned by the raging flames, and now the lower abdomen and heart were cut with huge wounds, such injuries that even werewolves could not bear.

The werewolf knelt on his left knee and covered his heart with the claws of his right hand, a large amount of blood flowing down the wound to the ground, including many fragments of broken internal organs and bones.

It opened its eyes, which were almost blinded by the flames, and looked at the witcher not far away, gasping for breath, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Witcher, I'm not a monster."

"I'm just a man who avenges his wife."

"I was just so angry that I accidentally killed a couple of lumberjacks."

"But I can't stop, if I die, who can avenge my wife Paula."

"She's a kind woman, she doesn't deserve that."

Wayne held the silver sword in both hands, the tip of the sword aimed at the werewolf's head, and gently exhaled a cloudy breath.

Although the battle just now only lasted a few minutes, every minute was very dangerous.

If it weren't for the power enhanced by the Thunder Elixir, he wouldn't be able to block the werewolf's claws, and the thin chain mail on his body couldn't stop the werewolf's claws, and if he was scratched in the abdomen or chest, he would be seriously injured at least, and he would almost be declared dead.

Wayne looked at the werewolf who was already doomed to death, almost on the verge of dying, and was wary of its dying counterattack in his heart, and asked:

"You're going to die, werewolf."

"Perhaps, you can tell me what clues you have found."

"After your death, I may be able to bring justice to your wife."

"Let those bastards who hurt her pay the price they deserve."

The werewolf laughed miserably when he heard this, spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and said hoarsely:

"What clues can I find in the vast forest."

"The only thing I can confirm is that it happened three days ago in the morning."

"And my wife told me that there were three people who hurt her, a bald head, a black beard, and a skinny man."

"I didn't find anything else."

Wayne sighed in his heart, indeed, even after a thousand years, in the era of advanced science and technology, it is difficult to find those who commit crimes in the wild, let alone the current barbaric Middle Ages.

However, the conscience in his heart still made him promise to say:

"I'll do my best to help you find the killers and bring them to justice."

"Do you have any other wishes?"

Hearing this, the werewolf looked up at Wayne, in fact, his eyes burned by the flames could no longer see Wayne's appearance clearly, but he still said in a sad tone:

"Demon hunter, my wife is buried in the courtyard, and after killing me, please bury us together."

"If you find the murderer, please come back and pay your respects to us once and tell us the good news."

Wayne nodded, looked at the werewolf who had lost his sense of resistance, and raised the silver sword in his hand to end his pain.