Chapter 197: Drunkenness and Dreams

Clayton immediately realized that he was now watching the memories of his ancestors.

This was undoubtedly not the land occupied by Dorne, but Mensis, and the light clothes and bright plants he had never seen before proved that this was a warmer region.

At the same time, he noticed that this ancestor must have extremely terrifying long-sightedness. From the perspective, Clayton could even see a clear scene about ten miles away. This did not match his own ability, and the environment was inconsistent with his ability. The conflict with reality made him feel dizzy as if he was drunk.

He tried to turn his perspective to see the person talking to this ancestor, but this was an illusion of the past, and he could not make Saga make a move that deviated from history.

The female voice spoke again: "Sakya, your sister is here, aren't you going to welcome her?"

The ancestor known as Sakya finally spoke. His voice was similar to Clayton's, but deeper, like thunder rolling in the air. The scenery he was looking at was still peaceful and beautiful, unaffected by the low pressure here. Influence.

"Legarde, you shouldn't come here, we have separated."

He didn't look back, and the woman behind him made a strange loud inhalation sound, as if she was laughing.

"I just visit my brother occasionally, you won't kill me for this, right?"

After hearing their conversation, Clayton suddenly had a bad feeling.

Saga seems to have little patience for his sisters.

"Tell me why you're here."

"The Batagon people paid me a tribute of forty cows, and they asked me to do something. The prince of the Snatad people, Airgu, who was hostile to them, was about to pass through our land. He was going to kill him alone. The hero who died as a giant, they hope I won’t let him walk out of here.”

"He's quite powerful, but it won't be difficult for you to kill him."

"Yes, but I have other ideas." The woman said: "I heard that El Gu is a rare and beautiful man. It would be great if he could stay and serve me. I just want to have a few of my own. The child. I can kill him, but it is not easy to capture him alive under the siege of other followers, so I need you."

Clayton was shocked.

This woman was the biological sister of his ancestor, and of course she was considered his ancestor. Knowing that his ancestor was so wild and experienced in the battlefield, he still felt the overwhelming impact.

"Regard, if you have too many children, it will be the Batagon people's turn to ask others to kill us. They will not sit back and watch a huge werewolf clan develop here." Saga's deep voice echoed on the mountain.

"Food is limited in each season. Our father took risks to expand the territory just for the idea of ​​having more heirs, and finally fell into the shaman's trap."

Leigard ignored his warning.

"That will happen later. If El Gu is as good as the legend says, our children will not be afraid of the Batagons, and they will continue to pay tribute to us for a thousand years."

Saga was silent for a while: "This is the last thing I can do to help you."

His sisters still want to keep him.

"I can give you thirty cows, or thirty-five."

"That's not what I meant, Leigard, I'm leaving."

The woman's voice asked in confusion: "Where else can you go after leaving the fiefdom King Solomon gave us?"

Clayton was alerted that Solomon was the founder and greatest ruler of the world's first empire, the "Empire" of the Manses. According to some rumors, this king was nurtured by wolf milk and had an unclear relationship with werewolves.

From what she said, it seemed that Solomon's descendants still ruled here, and the First Empire had not yet been destroyed.

Then this should be the end of the golden age.

He patiently continued to listen, while Saga was not so accepting of Solomon's rule.

"It can be done anywhere. As for the fiefdom, you know this is a joke. We still have to hunt and graze with our own hands on our own fiefdom. Our distant relatives regard us as uncivilized wild wolves and imprison us here for them. Guarding the frontier against the Snataders, I really can’t think of any reason to be grateful to them.”

"Oh, well, it seems that you have really made up your mind. Then after you leave, I will be the Marquis here."

Clayton could only hear a chuckle from Leigard's voice, and it was obvious that her brother's concerns were not a matter worth pondering for her.

"I allow you to occupy this place, but you can't come until I leave." Saga, the lieutenant's direct ancestor, said.

Leigard's voice came closer unknowingly: "Of course, I won't be like those 'heartless distant relatives'," she said realistically: "Even after you leave, I will leave a place for you here. Yes, you can come back and reunite with us at any time.”

Saga's perspective finally started to move, and his voice also fluctuated.

"I said, Leigard, you should talk about this after I leave. Tian'an Mountain is still my territory. This was not given to me by Solomon's descendants, it was taken by me myself!"

Clayton shuddered from the bottom of his heart. As the perspective turned, he finally saw Leigard's appearance.

A giant black wolf lay lying on a ruined wall. Judging from the patterns, it was once a sky temple created by the ancient Manses. The marbles had been decayed to the point of disgrace, but she was as comfortable as a statue of a god living in an alcove. Lying on the white base covered with moss, the coquettish yellow eyes were looking at it lazily.

Even though it was just an illusion, Clayton could still feel the breathtaking power in those eyes.

When the giant wolf propped up its limbs, the rolling stone larger than the human body was easily pushed away. Under the black fur, the great movement of the flesh and blood almost made Clayton prostrate himself.

Without waking up, he knew that his heart must be beating violently in his current body. This was a matter of course. The werewolf's blood was responding to this scene, paying tribute to his ancestors, just like the tide responding to the moon.

And when the perspective climbed again, he realized that Saga was the more powerful one.

The werewolf curled up on the ground. At a distance of five yards, Julius could still vaguely hear the intense heartbeat and the abnormal heat.

The wolf blood was flowing faster in the blood vessels. The curse given by the moon phase tonight was changing Clayton's body. The dirty blood with the alien curse oozed out of his blood vessels, soaking the ground, and had an unforgettable fishy smell.

It seemed that the ceremony went smoothly. He speculated that the process might be completed within three hours.

Julius was filled with distress when he thought about waiting for several more hours. As the leader of the ceremony, he couldn't rest during this period, but he was not a darkborn, and the reversed work and rest schedule would harm his health.

He looked at the werewolf lying on the ground, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

These naturally bred darkborns can use the curse-binding ceremony to sense their ancestors, but he failed to inherit his father's power. Even if he used other methods to trace his bloodline, these detection methods would only be naturally exempted by the power of the forest spirits.

He could only dream repeatedly of another pathetic woman who created his life.

The desperate streetwalker, who had no relatives and was addicted to drugs, finally chose to run to the forest to commit suicide. Grogne injected all her flesh and blood into the resurrection pods used by the forest spirits for reproduction, but what was bred was just another mortal.

Julius was born without love, and it was not even out of desire. It was just that a forest spirit transformed the flesh and blood of dead animals.

Half an hour after he broke free from his grief, he was bored and reached out to gently tap the tree stump he was sitting on.

"My dear friend, will you respond to me?"

He had done this many times before, from the hope that he could awaken the power of the forest spirit one day to the hopelessness of knowing the truth later, and only regarded this behavior as a quirk to pass the time. In short, he had never received a response in the past.

A vibration came from the tree stump under him.

Julius' body trembled and jumped up suddenly, with fear in his heart far greater than surprise.

He knew that he would never become a forest spirit, so this could not be the tree stump really responding to him.

Something was approaching.

He reached out and wiped the cup of blood for Clayton, then wiped the remaining blood on his eyes, using it as a spell material to temporarily light up the night vision, and then climbed up a leafless tree with great effort to look out. He saw a group of people on the road heading this way.

They were undoubtedly going to pass by here.

Clayton Bellow must be hidden.

He came down from the tree, not caring about the risk of the werewolf losing control, and directly untied the chain and prepared to drag it away.

However, when he retracted his hand, he accidentally touched Clayton's leg. The fleshy texture had disappeared. The werewolf's strong body became thin at some point, and the temperature of the blood began to cool. However, removing the alien curse would not lead to such a result. This was a phenomenon that could only occur if the binding ritual failed.

Julius pressed the werewolf's skin in disbelief. The black fur continued to sink after being stressed, and the flesh underneath lost most of its elasticity.

He confirmed that the blood and flesh essence under the skin was dissipating rapidly. If this continued, even if the group of people did not discover their existence, Clayton would die tonight.

When he thought of this possibility, he did not care about the arrival of the riders, and kept thinking about what went wrong with the universal ritual preparation that had been tested hundreds of times. In the end, he came to a conclusion-the problem was with Clayton himself.

Clayton Bello is a rare werewolf sealer.

Before Clayton Bellow, Julius had never seen other sealers. People like them were very rare, because most curses could bring strength to the cursed, and they were not completely negative.

There were still many dark descendants who were willing to endure the risk of exposing their identities for the sake of power. They enjoyed the thrill of fighting more than comfort.

Werewolves were such a brave and aggressive race, but it was normal to have an exception occasionally. Clayton's ancestors chose to become sealers. Julius could only think that this was to avoid the outbreak of moon madness.

Moon madness is a symptom of all werewolves, but some humans also have this disease.

Don't sleep in a place where the moon shines, go home quickly at night - such warnings have been passed down from ancient times to the present, precisely because people are afraid of moon madness. Its symptoms are irritability and raw food addiction in the moonlight, and the strength has also increased to a certain extent, but among many life forms, the moon madness of werewolves is the most serious.

In the past, homeless people sleeping in parks and streets often suffered from moon madness, which is why the government is willing to fund the construction of poorhouses.

Hiding under the roof is a way for humans to avoid contracting moon mania.

However, this method can only prevent moon mania, and people have not yet found a way to completely cure patients.

However, some practitioners of mysticism believe that moon mania is not a disease, but a special mark made by ancient strong men to protect their descendants. They engraved the ritual of worshiping the moon in their blood to ensure that their descendants would not lose the channel to obtain power due to the loss and forgetting of text.

These scholars believe that eating raw meat is a way to take the essence of blood and flesh. Every full moon night, moon mania patients offer their collected essence to the moon to obtain the evolution of life.

Julius used to think that this was just some kind of unfounded conjecture, but what happened to Clayton made him believe in this conjecture a little more.