Chapter 64 When the werewolf
saw that Wayne was so confident, Deacon Ozik said nothing more and quickly led the demon hunter to the working site of the three missing lumberjacks.
This is not a special place, just an ordinary open space on the edge of the forest. However, compared with other lumberjack stations, this location is deeper into the forest.
Maybe that's why they disappeared.
After arriving at the scene of the crime, Wayne immediately held his breath and concentrated, using his keen demon hunter senses to start looking for clues around him.
Originally, he thought it would be some undetectable unsolved case. Unexpectedly, in less than ten minutes, he relied on his sense of smell and vision to find several scattered logging axes in the grass not far away, as well as some messy wood on the ground. footprints.
At the same time, some fresh blood dripping on the ground was also stimulating his sense of smell.
Wayne got closer and smelled it. Apart from the odor of evaporated sweat, there was only a sweet and greasy smell like rust.
It was human blood, and the amount was not large. Obviously, some of the woodcutter had been killed or injured.
Wayne did not rush to follow the blood trail to find traces of the loggers. Instead, he squatted on the ground and carefully observed the messy footprints.
Soon, he found clues from the footprints. Those huge footprints with four dented fingers, like large beasts, allowed Wayne to rule out the suspicion of wild bears and wild wolves.
Ozik, who was standing aside, saw the footprints that were larger than a human palm and dug deep into the ground, and realized that the one who attacked the woodcutter was a huge and ferocious monster.
He couldn't help but asked worriedly:
"Mr. Wayne, can you tell what kind of monster it is?"
Wayne touched his smooth chin, recalled the knowledge he learned from Kelmohan, and said with certainty:
"Yes. A werewolf attacked them, but I’m a little curious, what was the reason for this werewolf to attack them?”
"It stands to reason that you loggers who have just arrived here should have nothing to do with cursed creatures like them."
Ozik obviously doesn't know what a werewolf is. He came from the Southern Kingdom with Revaden. The confidants who came here had only heard that there were various monsters in the north, but to tell the truth, they had never seen any of them.
The middle-aged deacon muttered "werewolf" and then said:
"Mr. Wayne, are you sure you can find the location of this werewolf?"
"Should we go to the city and notify the guards to kill it?"
Wayne heard this He said, looking at this naive southern guy with some humor. Not to mention the guards in the northern city, they basically would not pay attention to what happened outside the city.
And even if the city hall was crazy, under pressure from the wealthy businessman Revarden, a team of guards was sent out.
With the werewolf's strong stature of two and a half meters tall, sharp claws that can shred ordinary chain mail, and strong resilience that ignores ordinary damage.
Even if all the guards were equipped with silver weapons, unless they were all brave warriors who were not afraid of death, they would only be able to leave a few scars on the werewolves at most.
You know, werewolves are not mindless water ghosts. Even many fledgling demon hunters will die at the hands of this cunning and vicious cursed monster.
It's no wonder that the system will give an expert-level task assessment.
Fortunately, he had a magic pattern storage bag with him, and he had all the magic potions, bombs and cursed sword oil he needed to deal with werewolves.
Now that he also had the master-level silver sword made by Master O. Henry, Wayne was still confident of dealing with an ordinary werewolf.
He stood up and said to Deacon Ozik:
"Deacon Ozik, werewolves are terrifying monsters transformed from cursed humans. Before I come back, you'd better not disperse into the forest." "
I can I don’t want you to lose a few more lives by the time I come back.”
Ozik did not dare to neglect the monster expert respected by his boss Rewarden, and immediately nodded and said:
"Okay, Mr. Wayne, I will arrange for the loggers to gather together today to handle the work that does not require entering the forest. "
However, please be careful. You are the boss's friend. If something happens, the boss will not let me go."
Wayne nodded, considering the inconvenience of going into the forest to look for clues, so he He handed over his mount Lucifer to Ozik's care.
Without any unnecessary pleasantries, Wayne immediately got to work.
He followed the smell of blood and the footprints all the way into the forest. Obviously this werewolf had no anti-tracking experience. Perhaps he never thought of covering his tracks, nor did he expect that someone would track his location based on the tracks.
About an hour later, Wayne relied on his super sense to walk through the outskirts of the forest and arrived at a hunter's cabin far away from the small town outside Vizima.
Based on the smell of blood and footprints, Wayne determined that the injured logger and the werewolf had entered the cabin about half an hour ago.
I just don’t know what the situation is now?
However, Wayne did not rush into the house to investigate the situation. Instead, he sat down cross-legged in a hidden bush outside the cabin.
He took out the magic pattern storage bag placed close to his body and carefully took out three bottles of potion, a bottle of sword oil and three alchemy bombs.
They are the thunder potion that increases strength and damage, the swallow potion that restores injuries, and Patri's elixir that enhances the damage of the 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 he can bear now.
Drinking one more bottle would put a strain on his body.
However, the level 4 proficiency level is already close to its peak. In about half a month, his mutation level will reach level 5 and he will unlock a professional specialty skill.
Presumably by then, he will be able to withstand one more potion and receive powerful improvements in other aspects.
After resisting the disgusting taste of the three potions, which was like mud, dog shit, and sweet lard, Wayne closed his eyes and drank them quickly.
During the short meditation, his body quickly received a powerful increase under the influence of the medicine.
The most obvious one is the thunder potion. Wayne feels that his strength has been strengthened by about 50%, his muscles are a little bulging, and even his pain sensation has been weakened due to the strengthening of strength.
He pulled out the master-grade silver sword from his waist, carefully applied a bottle of cursed sword oil to the sword, and hid another steel sword and its scabbard in the grass.
This is a necessary action. Real-life combat is no different from games. The extra steel sword and scabbard will not only play no 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 deep breath, walked out of the hidden grass, and came to the main entrance of the hunter's cabin.
He did not rush into the narrow hut rashly and fight a huge, thick-skinned monster in a narrow space. It would be an unwise move.
Instead, he shouted:
"Werewolf in the room, you have been exposed."
"I am a demon hunter and I came here specifically to deal with you. If you have anything else to say, you can come out and talk to me. ."
This kind of shouting was not only to lure the monster out of the house, but also because Wayne wanted to know.
Why would this cursed werewolf go to a lumberyard an hour away and attack the lumberjacks he had never met?
There was no sound in the room, but Wayne's keen hearing could hear that after he shouted, a creature with heavy breathing gradually approached the door.
Wayne could even see the thick gray hair on the tall figure through the small crack in the door.
Just when Wayne thought that this werewolf might be the type who loses his mind due to anger and cannot speak.
A hoarse, angry roar, like a roaring beast, came from the door.
"Demon hunters, I have heard your legends. You are the legendary monster killers." "
However, this matter has nothing to do with you. I acted for revenge."
"My wife Paula died in In the forest, she was naked and bruised, and the ground was stained red with blood." "
When I found her, she was already dying. She told me that several loggers gang-raped her." "
She is my favorite. She doesn't even mind that I am a werewolf, I must avenge her."
(End of this chapter)