Chapter 65 Fighting
Listening to the werewolf's roar full of anger and sadness, Wayne remained unmoved, but said calmly:
"Revenge for the one you love may not be wrong, but involving innocent people will hurt you. It is definitely not the right behavior for an innocent person."
"Werewolf, if you still have human rationality, let go of the lumberjacks you caught, and I can help you find the murderers who hurt your wife." "If
, You have become a murderer who killed innocent people, so you are no different from the villains who hurt your wife." The
werewolf seemed to be even more angry after hearing this, roared through the wooden door, and then said:
"You are indeed the same as the legend They are all emotionless monsters."
"For revenge, I no longer care whether there is blood on my hands. Those guys are not willing to cooperate with me at all. They are all accomplices who cover up the murderer." "
As long as the murderer can't be found that day , I will keep looking, even if I kill all the lumberjacks around here, I will not hesitate."
After hearing this answer, Wayne understood that he was still a cursed monster after all, and his mind was filled with anger and killing. .
It is estimated that this attack on the lumberjacks is not the first time the werewolves have acted. Perhaps because it is too difficult to find a few murderers in the vast sea of people, the werewolves have transferred their hatred for the murderers to the entire group of lumberjacks.
He silently put on an enhanced version of Quen's shield, took out an alchemy bomb from his belt with his left hand, and shouted into the room: "In that case,
werewolf, come out."
"Just kill me. , no one here can stop your actions anymore."
"Maybe revenge is just your excuse, you just enjoy killing."
Facing Wayne's provocation, the werewolf could no longer suppress the destruction and impulse in his heart. He roared angrily, rushed open the door, and rushed towards Wayne outside the door.
Wayne's eyes narrowed, and the alchemy bomb clasped on his left hand was instantly thrown towards the werewolf that rushed towards him.
There was a muffled bang, not the sound of gunpowder exploding. A large amount of silver-white dust exploded instantly, forming dense silver smoke, which directly covered the werewolf's body with a layer of fluorescent light.
This is a moon dust bomb. The main ingredients in it are silver powder, a small amount of magic-blocking gold and other special herbal powders for curses. It can deal with monsters formed by magic or curses, as well as monsters without normal forms such as ghosts and evil spirits. All have miraculous effects.
And it is the nemesis of the werewolf. It will not only continuously damage the werewolf's body, but also effectively control the werewolf's recovery ability, causing them to lose the ability to fight for a long time.
The werewolf in mid-air was hit hard, and he couldn't help but let out a roar of pain, shouting in an angry voice:
"Despicable demon hunter!"
Wayne did not take it seriously. In accordance with the principles of the demon hunter, he dealt with Monsters are unscrupulous, using poisons, traps, and bombs at all costs. Insidiousness and despicability are actually a kind of praise.
Otherwise, how can a demon hunter who is just a flesh and blood man fight against the thousands of terrifying monsters in the world.
He raised his master silver sword and quickly took a step sideways to avoid the claws of the angry werewolf.
Taking this opportunity, he slashed at the werewolf's belly without bone protection, successfully leaving a bloody wound on its flank. The oil of the cursed on the sword blade also entered its body along the wound. body, begins to damage its internal organs.
After all, he is just a werewolf transformed by Orion. He does not have real martial arts and can only fight with the wildness in his blood.
The werewolf let out another roar mixed with pain, but its movements did not stop at all. The claws of its feet gripped the ground, twisted its body forcefully, and waved its two sharp claws at Wayne on the side.
The werewolf is a monster with both agility and strength. The speed of its claws is no less than the slashing of a master swordsman.
Wayne held the sword with both hands, and after accurately blocking several claw attacks, he kicked the werewolf's cut side violently, causing blood to splash everywhere. As the werewolf wails in pain, he uses the force to turn over and retreat. Drive several steps.
As soon as he stood upright, he quickly drew an Igni seal in the air with his left hand, and then with a sudden push, a flame enveloped the werewolf not far away.
The fur was weak to fire, and the gray fur on the werewolf's back was instantly ignited by the flames. Even the werewolf's head, ears and beard all burned.
ah! ah! ah!
The burning of the flames instantly aroused the werewolf's sense of pain, and the flames covering its head blocked its sight.
Fire is the fear engraved in the bones of all living things.
The emotions of anger and fear made the werewolf even more manic. It waved its two claws randomly, trying to use this large-scale attack to prevent the demon hunter from approaching.
Wayne did not come close. He took off a Dragon Dream bomb from his belt and threw it at the crazy werewolf.
There was a bang, and the power of the bomb was quite good. The flammable substance inside Dragon Dream not only intensified the fire on the werewolf, but also directly caused the werewolf to stagger and his whole body was burnt black.
Seizing this opening, Wayne immediately stepped forward. Taking advantage of the moment when the werewolf's middle door was wide open, he held the master-level silver sword with both hands and struck out at the werewolf's heart with all his strength. The bones are broken and blood is everywhere!
This sword is indeed the work of a master blacksmith. Cutting it on the werewolf is like cutting a piece of rotten bark.
Wayne only felt a slight delay, and the sharp sword blade neatly cut through several of the werewolf's ribs, as well as its heart, which was protected by the ribs.
With a cry of pain and despair, the werewolf could no longer control his body, staggered back a few steps, and knelt on the ground on one knee.
The whole body was covered with silver powder and burned by blazing flames. Now there were huge wounds on the lower abdomen and heart. Even a werewolf could not bear such injuries.
The werewolf knelt on his left knee and covered his heart with the sharp claws of his right hand. A large amount of blood flowed to the ground along the wound, including many fragments of broken internal organs and bones.
It opened its eyes that were almost blinded by the flames, and looked at the witcher not far away with blurred vision. It gasped and said in a hoarse voice: "Witcher,
I am not a monster.
" I am just a man who avenges his wife."
"I was just too angry that I accidentally killed several loggers." "
But I can't stop. If I die, who can avenge my wife Paula? ."
"She is a kind woman, and she should not have ended up like that."
Wayne held the silver sword in both hands, pointed the tip of the sword at the werewolf's head, and let out a breath.
Although the battle just lasted only a few minutes, every minute was extremely dangerous.
If it weren't for the power enhanced by the thunder potion, he would not be able to block the werewolf's claws, and the thin chain armor on his body could not block the werewolf's claws. If he was scratched on the abdomen or chest, he would be seriously injured at least, and would almost be declared die.
Wayne looked at the werewolf who was destined to die and was almost on his deathbed. He was wary of its dying counterattack and asked:
"You are going to die soon, werewolf."
"Perhaps, you can tell Me, what clues did you find."
"After you die, I may be able to seek justice for your wife." "
Let those bastards who hurt her pay the price they deserve."
The werewolf laughed bitterly when he heard this, and spit out words from his mouth. With a mouthful of blood, he said hoarsely:
"Where can I find any clues? In the vast forest, what clues can I find."
"The only thing I can confirm is that the time when the thing happened was the morning three days ago."
"And my wife told me that there were three people who hurt her, one with a bald head, one with a black beard, and a thin man." "I didn't find
anything else."
Wayne sighed in his heart, Indeed, even thousands of years later, in the era of advanced technology, it will be difficult to find those who committed crimes in the wild, let alone the barbaric Middle Ages.
However, the conscience in his heart still made him promise:
"I will try my best to help you find the murderer and bring them to justice." "
Do you have any last wishes?"
Hearing this, the werewolf raised his head and looked 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:
"Witcher, my wife is buried in the yard. After you kill me, please bury us together. "
If you find the murderer, please come back to worship us once and tell us the good news."
Wayne nodded, looked at the werewolf who had lost his sense of resistance, raised the silver sword in his hand, and ended his pain. .
(End of chapter)