◎Just think of it as a dream, sweet and bitter. ◎
It took Mucha a long time to get rid of the thorns. The cunning vines got into the gaps between his hands and feet, leaving him no room to escape. He had to risk a second transformation in the sun, using his huge claws to claw at random, and his whole back was covered with He was rolling around on the ground and finally managed to break free.
The torn thorns quickly turned gray and withered under the magic of the poisonous claws. Only the rose petals on the ground were still fresh and tender, like residual blood stains. No matter how careful Mu Xia was, he still inhaled them in the process. After picking up some pollen, he wrinkled his sensitive nose, and his sensitive sense of smell was lost in the strange and strong fragrance of flowers.
First his limbs, then his nose, completely blocking his movement.
It can't be the magic of dill. Mucha smelled the scent of another person, that powerful and terrifying witch. She was thousands of miles away and warned him.
The rising sun in the morning is like a golden arrow, piercing through the dark gaps in the branches and dispelling all the moisture and coldness of the night. Only the young man's face is cold, his golden eyes are dancing with firelight, and the curse marks on his body are like the smoke of the battlefield. Gradually evaporate.
He crushed the eyesore rose with one foot and followed the small footprints, wondering whether he should transform again and catch up. But his expression quickly changed, and he stayed where he was, motionless.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of horse hooves approached, and the person who came was Sir Aird. The whole night's tossing did not seem to affect him. The warm yellow sunlight added a bit of life to the pale skin, but the terrible curse made the frail lord The son was reborn.
"grown ups."
Facing Mucha, Sir Aird no longer had the arrogance and hostility he had before. He respectfully led a horse, which was wearing the armor and cloak of a silver knight.
Looking around, several big trees were broken at the waist, and the deep claw marks on them were clearly visible. It only takes one palm to cover a human head. The air was filled with a thick smell of grass, and the bare ground looked like a huge pit where wild beasts had rolled. , everything reminded Eld of the true face of the young man in front of him.
He held his breath and concentrated, not daring to be careless.
"kindness."
Mucha was a little absent-minded. The transformation just now destroyed the only clothes he had left, so he casually took a piece of white fur and wrapped it around him. The golden light of the morning sun had made his hair fluffy, and the bangs on his forehead had receded into a layer of honey brown.
Elder: "According to your order, Shu Ke and others have been arrested. In addition, thirteen corpses have been collected in the forest. The search will continue today."
"Then we need to tie it up tighter."
Mu Xia seemed to have regained his interest, and slightly raised his eyes. They were still amber pupils, with long and narrow inhuman threads in them, like crystals cut from the sun.
The young man smiled indifferently: "These "human wolves" are very ferocious, and countless people have died in their mouths."
"They have been talking crazy nonsense, saying they saw a giant wolf. What are you going to do with it?"
Elder did not dare to be careless when facing this young werewolf. The werewolf touching silver was like skin sticking to an iron pillar covered with snow in winter. Although it would not cause actual damage, every movement would tear the skin and flesh. of pain.
But the werewolf in front of him once wore a pure silver armor and calmly interacted with humans in the temple. If he hadn't seen him reveal his true form with his own eyes, Eld would not have been able to believe that this young man with the surname of Wolf Slayer was the most evil and powerful man on the continent. of demonic species.
Moreover, he seems to have something unique that makes him different from other werewolves.
"They were all scratched." Elder saw the injuries of those people. He didn't understand why the other party wanted to create so many dependents at once. Was he planning to occupy this town?
Mucha didn't take it seriously: "The Supreme God is merciful, and the church will pardon wolves who have never poisoned humans to enter the monastery to pray for life. Except for the wolves who committed murder, they must be sent to the church, and they will be purified with the holy fire under the witness of the Supreme God." Curse and sin."
A werewolf with the surname of Wolf Slayer is full of rules and regulations, but he is more disciplined than humans. How ridiculous can this world be?
The werewolf legend of Jonestown came true, and those miserable creators got their wish and became the targets of their own hunting.
Elder suddenly understood why the other party wanted him to dig out those remains. What he wanted was conclusive evidence, so that all the evil in this town could be wiped out, and at the same time, he could perfectly cover his whereabouts.
The Silver Knight who captured dozens of werewolves in one go will no longer question him from now on.
Eld secretly gasped, finally understanding how the other party climbed to his current position as a werewolf, but looking at the young man's thin and beautiful back, a young wolf has such troubles, what about the adult wolf? How cunning and fierce?
Considering that the legendary Silver Wolf King Sirius was a noble from the Junli River, and now even werewolves appear in the family of the wolf-slaying hero, could it be that the royal families and even the churches of various countries have long been occupied by these monsters? The Holy Master who comforts the refugees in the temple may turn into a demonic wolf that eats human flesh at night.
Elder only worried about humans for a little while. He was now a servant of the devil. The moment he decided to look for werewolves, he abandoned all his conscience...probably everything.
He glanced around secretly, but did not find the figure of the girl from the east coast, which made him secretly glad in his heart.
"Didn't you get that dark horse back?"
The young man took off the clothes on the horse. The horse was white all over, and its mane was like flying snow. It fit the identity of a silver knight. It was a gift specially sent by Elder to please Mucha.
Dark horse? Elder was stunned for a few seconds, and immediately recalled the tension of the first meeting, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
"I was confused and forgot to bring back the horse. It had impure blood, so I didn't pursue it in particular."
"It's a pity, that's a good horse."
Still a good horse that knows how to repay kindness.
The horse's hooves left strange-shaped footprints on the ground, as if its sharp-eyed smile was clearly mocking the greedy werewolf.
Mucha put on a tight-fitting black leather garment with silver threads, and then pieces of sterling silver armor. With meticulous movements, he transformed back into the knight Dill was familiar with in the blink of an eye, blond, blue-eyed, elegant and holy.
Suddenly a red apple fell out from under the armor, and Gruululu rolled to the ground.
Picking it up with her slender fingers, her thumb caressed the ripe red peel, as if caressing her lover's cheek.
The young man pressed his lips and teeth against the apple, as if giving it a blessing kiss, and could no longer suppress his thoughts.
Light and darkness, holiness and desire, humans and beasts, merge into one at this moment.
The knight in silver armor showed his long canine teeth and bit off a large piece of dripping fruit flesh.
"Crack."
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People can't run away from werewolves, but that doesn't mean animals can't run away.
If dogs can sniff out werewolves, then horses are one of the few animals that can outrun werewolves.
The swift breeze with the smell of green grass combed through every inch of the black hair. The girl relaxed her tense muscles and fully enjoyed the sunshine and breeze. She was lying on the straight horseback, her hair blending into the dark horse's mane, and she still felt like she was dreaming.
[My black-haired friend, wake up and look at this endless grassland. ]
[Rolling, rolling, rolling! ! ]
The big white goose flapped its wings on the crazy horse's head, and the black horse continued to gallop forward with the girl on his back without any hesitation. Perhaps as a liberating gift, its unusual affinity with dill makes turnip feel seriously challenged and threatened.
This is a crazy and miraculous dream.
When the snow-white goose took Elder's dark horse to find its owner, Dill really saw a miracle. It was the moon angel, the moon angel had come, and she would always love her familiar.
Immediately afterwards, she heard a strange sound.
[Found it, my black-haired friend! ]
The situation was urgent. Dill didn't have time to think about it, so she immediately jumped on the black horse, pinched the horse's belly, and ran away without her life.
It only took them half a day to get out of the valley, and the girl was forced to listen to the quarrel between her familiar and the black horse for the whole morning, while she also figured out what happened.
The origin of all this comes from the blessing of her promotion [Divinity C].
[Divinity] has always been a magic that Dill has deliberately ignored. Now she has to re-examine this thing.
The original [Divine D] was defined as low-level divine perception. It was just a prop used to communicate with elves and other fantasy creatures. It was also a magic invalidating shield that was temporarily useless. But after she miraculously saved Lily and seemingly gained the girl's faith, [Divinity D] came to [Divinity C]
[〔Divinity C〕
*God Realm LV1
Low-level divinity, based on this blessing, gets the title [Divine Whisperer], which can directly communicate with all things in the world; curses and blessings of spells below C level are absolutely regular. ]
Another bunch of incomprehensible words. As for low-level divinity, Dill doesn't quite understand the difference, but the divine realm seems to be more powerful than divine perception. As for direct communication with all things in the world, Dill now truly feels its power.
[White-haired friend, I hope you can have the same beauty as us one day. ]
[Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling! ! ]
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Even though there was a goose making trouble above her head, the black horse still did not slow down its pace. The stretching white clouds and mountains were constantly being left behind, along with a mess of confusing thoughts that were also left behind by the girl.
Dill was buried in its thick mane, imagining that looking down from a high altitude, they must be like a black fish swimming upstream in the rippling blue grassland.
Ahead was an endless stretch of grass, and the sun was warming her back. The girl glanced at the outline of the distant mountains, which seemed to depict the uncertain shape of the future.
This is the only way forward.
She lay on the bumpy horseback, listening to the two animals arguing, and she slowly let go of the nerves that had been tense all night.
But now, let her take a break.
Just think of it as a dream, sweet and bitter.