In the night sky where the bright moon hung high, I suddenly saw a shining meteor shuttling through the dim sky.

Brant looked down at the dense woods from thousands of feet in the sky. The vast forest stretched for tens of miles before his eyes, and he felt as if he had just stepped over a giant green mushroom. A meandering river flows through the pitch-black ground. Brant knew that it was the Green River, but in his eyes at this time, the Green River was like an earthworm crawling slowly in the dark night with a wriggling torso. Then he was greeted by a group of uneven peaks, which looked like straight and upright spires from his height.

The magic candle carried him all the way to the west, the shortest route to the Golden Tooth City. He saw a square object the size of his palm between the two minarets, and hundreds of grain-sized lights faintly illuminating it. So much so that Brant was able to spot it on the pitch-black ground, and remembered that it was Salt Town, the domain of Baron Kane Greer.

Blatter began to speculate wildly if he was now riding a horse on the ground instead of speeding through the sky. Then he would have to pass through Salt Town, then continue south through the territory of Boulder City, and finally head west to Golden Tooth City. And now he doesn't need to take a detour because of the obstacles of mountains, rivers, and forests, he just needs to fly all the way west to the Golden Tooth City.

At this moment, he remembered Teacher Merlin Custer. He was a legendary archmage who was indifferent to fame and fortune, a revered and admired prophet of magic, and deep down in his heart, he was a kind and kind old man. Mr. Merlin taught him almost all his magical knowledge, and even hid all the precious items he owned in a magic book and gave them to himself. This is enough to show the teacher's care and care for him. The teacher loved him like a father and taught him, so that he forgot that he had a father who was thousands of miles away.

Before he knew it, the Golden Tooth City was already in front of his eyes, and the magic candle glowing with white light swooped down with Brant, heading straight for the Count's Castle that towered inside the Golden Tooth City. Brant's figure landed softly on the castle walls, the candle in his hand no longer shining, but returning to its original pink. He noticed that the candle in his hand was a short section, which was supposed to be the magical energy consumed during the flight.

Brandt suddenly felt strange that there were no soldiers keeping watch around the castle, and the huge castle seemed silent. Brandt put the candle back into the spellbook, and he galloped towards the gate of the castle opposite. On either side of the gate he found two corpses, they were the soldiers in charge of the night vigil.

There were no signs of a fight around, and neither soldier had any extra scars on his body, the only fatal wound was in the throat. A long, sharp cut cut through their carotid artery, and bright red blood flowed all over the ground. Brandt found that the blood had not yet clotted, which proved that they had just died.

He pushed open the wide castle gate in front of him, and was greeted by a gleaming hall with slowly rekindling torches around the walls. He saw several more corpses in the hall, with fatal wounds cut by sharp weapons like the soldiers outside the door.

Brandt walked through the hall to the hallway, having lived in the castle for two years, and knew the layout of the castle so well that he still remembered where his uncle and Gavin's cousin's room were. Brandt made his way to the second floor, pushed open one of the doors, and cautiously entered. Brandt unleashed a fireball spell that hung low in the air, the glow of the fire faintly illuminating the gloomy room. His piercing gaze scanned the room, and he saw a middle-aged man covered in blood lying motionless on the bed.

It was a face he knew all too well, his uncle Merlin Islam, who was dead, his throat cut by a sharp weapon, and blood staining his dressing gown.

At this moment, there was a sound of fighting in the next room, and before Brant could be sad, he turned and left his uncle's room. He galloped towards Gavin's room, where he found the door locked, and in desperation, he cast a burning spell that burned the entire door to ashes.

"Brant, help me. Gavin, who is in a desperate situation, is like meeting a life-saving straw at this moment. His black eyes were full of horror and shock.

Brant also saw his naked cousin and a sexy and delicate girl in front of him. The female Assassin was comparable in appearance to Grea, but she had a slender figure, a fuller chest, and a very upright hip. The female assassin wore nothing but a thin dressing gown, stained with bright red blood. And his cousin Gavin was naked at the moment, and there was a thin mark on his neck. Brant could tell at a glance that it was injured by a sharp weapon, and if it was cut deeper, the consequences could be imagined.

The female assassin was staring coldly at the young man who appeared out of thin air in front of her, and she didn't know how the other party appeared here. Brant's presence stopped her from playing with her prey, and the female Assassin could have killed her prey directly, but she found that no fun at all.

Brandt noticed that the female assassin's nails were sharp and slender, and they were stained with blood, and it seemed that her sharp nails were her sharp weapons for killing. Brant silently recited a spell and cast a spell, and a cold air seeped out of the stone floor, followed by dozens of sharp ice spikes from the ground.

Without warning, several ice spikes emerged from under the female assassin's thin white sheath in an instant. Ice spikes pierced the soles of his feet, blood splattering out. The female assassin's bone-chilling gaze stared straight at the black-haired boy opposite, and she endured the pain and forcibly pulled her foot out of the ice spike. But in the blink of an eye, her injured right foot healed automatically, without a trace, except for some blood sticking to her foot.

The female Assassin's body began to mutate, her bones twisting and deforming in extreme shape, and making a creepy clicking sound. Then her body began to swell, her wide silk nightgown was torn by her massive frame, her limbs were curved and thick, her claws were sharp, and thick tufts of hair grew out of her skin. Her originally bewitching and charming face turned into a terrifying beast face in the blink of an eye, a hideous wolf head to be exact.

When the werewolf stimulates the beast nature to transform from the human form to the original form, the body will explode to the humanoid state, about twice as much as the upright state, and the werewolf's attack power and speed will skyrocket in the berserk state, which is ferocious and fearless. With well-developed limbs, werewolves can compete with the fastest pure snow horses and swift wind leopards.

There are two types of werewolves, one is natural, that is, they are born werewolves. This kind of werewolf is very fierce and strong, and has the ability to transform into a human. They usually use this transformation ability to deceive, and after transforming into a human form, ordinary people will not recognize it. In this way, I don't know how many innocent people died under the mask of werewolves. Werewolves are brutal by nature and are very difficult enemies, as their speed and keen sense of smell make them even more dangerous.

The other is acquired, mostly cursed to become a hungry slaughterer on the night of the full moon, and revert to being a human during the day. A small number of lucky ones still have a faint humanity left, but they are usually unable to stop the slaughter. They are not as tough as natural werewolves, but they are also a competent butcher - acquired werewolves can also bite people to death with a single blow.

The enchanting female assassin turned into an ugly and murderous werewolf in the blink of an eye, and Gavin, leaning against the wall, recalled the joy they had had had in bed, and couldn't help but feel a wave of nausea in his stomach.

This is the first time Brant has seen a werewolf, and the female werewolf in front of him has brought him a threat, whether it is physical, strength, or speed, he is not as good as the female werewolf in front of him, especially since the other party also has the ability to heal. Werewolves are rarely found in the southern continent of Vyax, and their race is entrenched in the northern continent, and they are often caught in land battles with the barbarian, ogre, and orc tribes.

The werewolf snarled at the teenager opposite, baring her ferocious fangs and pounced on the other party with swift movements. An ice wall shield suddenly appeared in front of Brant out of thin air, and the tall and stout body of the female werewolf slammed into the ice shield, and the sound of "squeak, click" came from the ice shield, and slender cracks appeared on the ice shield, and then the entire ice shield shattered into countless pieces and fell to the ground.

At this moment, Brant had already drawn the flaming sword from the magic book, and the moment the ice shield shattered, he raised his sword and stabbed at the female werewolf opposite. The flames swept through the thick hairs on the werewolf's skin and burned the thick skin of her abdomen into a mass of charred flesh. The blade stabbed into her abdomen, scorching flames rolling through her stomach, her wails of pain.

Brant originally wanted to stab the werewolf in the heart, but the werewolf's body was so tall that he couldn't reach the other party's chest at all, and could only stab the werewolf in the abdomen.

When Brant drew the flaming sword, the werewolf's wounds began to heal and heal on their own. The amazing strength of the werewolf comes from the blood that runs through the body driven by the heart, which can quickly regenerate wound cells, in other words, the heart is the deadliest point of the werewolf.

The werewolf suffered two fatal wounds, one in the heart and the other in the throat. The throat under the jaw is the thinnest vital part of the werewolf's upper and lower skin, and there is almost no thick and tough rigid body hair, but some short soft hairs, which cannot block the entry of sharp weapons, and the carotid artery of the werewolf is almost exactly the same as that of a human.

The werewolf swung her claws at the boy in front of her, and Brant swung sideways, her sharp claws brushing against his clothes, and a few thin marks appeared on his sleeves.

Brandt slashed with his sword, severing the werewolf's front paws and limbs, and blood splattered out of the werewolf's severed limbs like a fountain.

Werewolves can heal in a very short period of time if they are physically injured, but they cannot regrow their lost limbs. All Brant has to do is weaken her abilities slightly.

The werewolf, who had lost an arm, roared angrily and lunged at Brant, intending to tear apart the guy in front of her who had cut off her right arm. She has lost her mind, and she has become more ferocious and brutal.

The sound of fighting in the room on the second floor of the castle attracted a group of soldiers patrolling the outer wall of the castle, and more than a dozen soldiers under the leadership of the captain entered the castle, and they found the corpse outside the castle gate. The captain ordered one of the soldiers to run to the castle guard tower and blow the alarm horn, while he himself led the rest of the soldiers into the castle.

The sound of "Woo Woo ......" spread everywhere in the silent night. The quiet night was broken by the noise of the lights in the bungalows of the streets of the city, and the soldiers who were patrolling the streets turned around and hurried towards the Count's Castle.

When a group of armoured soldiers with shields and swords appeared in Gavin's room, the werewolf stopped her ferocious attack on the young man opposite, and instead turned and quickly fled out the window. Brant didn't chase after him, and the soldiers didn't go after the werewolf under his drink. There is no way they can catch up with the female werewolf, who runs as fast as a pure snow horse.

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