Chapter 200 Half Asleep and Half Awake

Julius tried to stand up. He could see that its target was the horse at the back of the team.

The horse had no saddle, and the rider was carrying a tight bag of miscellaneous items behind him. He didn't know what was in it, but the heavy bag and the mismatch of equestrian equipment forced the rider to fall behind, and the long rifle was also slung behind his back, in a difficult-to-use posture.

The riders didn't notice the abnormality behind them. They just kept silent and focused on urging the horses under them.

Gevaux was not far away, and this fact made them less vigilant.

As the sound of horses' hooves urged them to beat, the frequency of horseshoes hitting the ground gradually increased, and they were getting farther and farther away from the open space, and soon they were sixty yards away.

The werewolf suddenly moved, it shot out, and the moving figure almost formed a black line, as light as a bullet, but in the blink of an eye it swept behind the last rider, and swung its claws out when the poor man didn't notice it.

The sharp black claws cut into the back of the neck. Before the rider could react, his head drooped to one side and his body fell forward.

None of his companions noticed the attack, but his mount noticed the abnormality of its master at the first time and gradually slowed down its four-hoof pace.

Julius did not hesitate at all. He raised his hands and used the index fingers and thumbs of his left and right hands to form a triangular space to include the figure of the horse. With the help of the stable triangle, his mental power directly crossed the long distance to attack the horse's consciousness.

It shook its head, and before it could call out once, the werewolf's claws penetrated its back. The Moon's Follower hung on its side, and a mouth full of fangs bit its soft and unguarded abdomen.

Blood and internal organs slid out of the abdomen due to gravity. The horse first knelt on its four hooves, and then tilted to the side and flipped over.

The rider, luggage, and even the werewolf on it fell off.

Until this moment, the dead rider's companions still failed to notice the situation of the companion at the end. The sound of horse hooves and the sound of wind in their ears after speeding up paralyzed their already dull hearing due to fatigue. They had never thought that their companions would be attacked so fatally and quickly that the victims died without a sound.

Perhaps they would not find out that someone had fallen behind until the next rest.

As these people went away, Julius also carefully got out of the woods and walked to the road.

Half of the werewolf's body was pressed under the horse, but it had no intention of breaking free. It just hugged its prey and feasted on it. Compared with humans with many bones and complex structures, it obviously prefers large livestock that can eat meat without spitting out bones. They are both nutritious and delicious.

Military horses are often taken better care of than soldiers in the army. These rich meat and fresh internal organs have restored a lot of energy for the werewolf.

It pulled out the still weakly beating heart from the horse's body cavity, stuffed this organ known as the source of life into its mouth and chewed it. Julius saw that its body was almost visibly expanding again.

"Eating the heart will increase the werewolf's strength." Julius couldn't help but recall the content of Strass's monster study course.

This is certainly not an immediate effect, but Clayton's body is obviously stronger than before.

It has not yet returned to its appearance before the binding ceremony, and its fur is still loose, but Julius can see that the newly grown muscles under the black fur are denser than before, and its movements are more agile than before - but this may also be because it is more familiar with this body than before, and has no scruples.

The werewolf gradually stopped eating. Its body has not fully recovered, but its belly has been swollen and deformed, and it needs some time to digest.

It crawled out from under the dead horse, turned its head and saw Julius, made a thoughtful expression (the wizard thought it had an expression), then turned around and reached out, pulled the dead horse's head off and threw it in front of him.

"Can you detect my witchcraft?"

Julius' face trembled, which surprised him more than the friendliness expressed by the out-of-control werewolf.

It wanted to eat him not long ago, and now this abnormal behavior can only mean that it noticed that he helped it. Clayton couldn't do this before. This is proof of enhanced inspiration, and his binding ritual should not have failed.

What is this situation?

He gave up thinking for a while, held up the horse's head, tried not to let the blood stain his clothes, and then gnawed at the broken neck.

Eating raw horse meat is not a challenge for alchemists, and he is also very tired, just need to eat something stimulating to refresh himself.

Seeing him do this, the werewolf nodded slightly in approval, and a low gurgle came out of his throat.

Julius smiled naturally in response. Since the werewolf was no longer hostile to him, he could wait until dawn to see whether the guy who had recovered as an adult was Clayton Bello or a savage who could only act on instinct.

The abnormal reaction of the sealer to the binding ceremony was definitely worth studying!

When Julius thought that his research success might cause a sensation in Strass, he forgot the possible dangers and smiled more sincerely at the werewolf.

Shortly after the sun rose, Clayton Bello woke up in the cave.

He saw Julius leaning against the corner of the cave, the wizard's eyes were open, but the frequency of his chest rising and falling was only slightly better than that of a dead person, and his hands were full of mud.

Clayton lay on the ground without moving. He turned his head slightly and estimated the size of the cave. The result surprised him.

"So what happened? Why did you deviate from the original plan and release me? And what is going on with this cave? You didn't dig it yourself, right?"

The wizard was motionless, but appeared to be awake, so he asked again.

Julius's chest rose and fell suddenly more violently. He did not use his hands, but simply twisted his body, pushed himself back with his legs, and supported his back to straighten up under the support of the wall.

It is worth mentioning that his eyes seemed to put Clayton in a pot and boil him.

"Dig it yourself?! You really should know what you did!"

He couldn't see Clayton's expression, but he still looked at him stubbornly, because he couldn't vent his anger if he didn't do this: "You are pulling me to dig a hole together. You can do it alone, but you still insist on me digging, and you have to Check if the posture is standard, as if this is some kind of teaching and I am a biological cub who will die if I don't live in a cave, what the hell are you a teacher model in Werewolf?"

Clayton was speechless. This question reminded him of Elder Dais, and he still couldn't figure out what happened last night.

"So why was I released? I remember you being concerned about the possibility of the ritual failing."

"Isn't it? This prediction couldn't be more correct." Julius said coldly: "You lost control and killed a person, but I have already disposed of the body for you, and his belongings are here now By your side, and with your clothes, it's an extra price, and I think it's worth twenty pounds."

Clayton turned around and saw his own clothes, which were also covered in mud. He couldn't tell if there were other people's clothes underneath.

He was in no hurry to get dressed, concentrating entirely on the important things Julius had mentioned.

"Let's go back and discuss whether the price is appropriate. Now tell me, who did I kill?"

His first reaction was no longer to apologize, the call of his ancestors still lingered in his mind.

Julius threw a handful of dirt at him before explaining: "A member of the Salvation Army passing by, you should remember them. But there are no consequences, I overheard their conversation, they are rebels now, everyone You can kill them."

"Also, don't say I didn't try anything. His companions were nearby, and there were more than a dozen guns. They were walking to the ceremony venue. If I hadn't untied your chains - you guessed a group of What would a soldier with a gun do if he encountered a locked up werewolf?"

This was really unexpected. Clayton thought about it for a long time before he came to his senses. Of course he couldn't blame the wizard, he would have made the same choice if he were in that situation.

But this has nothing to do with him throwing the dirt back. He will not be responsible for what he did while he was unconscious.

The wizard cursed at this move, and continued weakly: "Those people have probably arrived in Gevaud now, and may be staying in the room next to us. I heard them say that Professor Christopher made arrangements for them there. "The contact is right, you heard it right, that's Professor Christopher. My suggestion is that if possible, we'd better return to the city as soon as possible."

"Do I strike you as someone who likes to take the initiative to cause trouble?"

After the rhetorical question, Clayton pondered for a moment and revealed the other person's thoughts: "Oh, you want to sell this news before it is valid."

Even if his idea was revealed to him, Julius didn't feel embarrassed at all.

"Don't blame me for trying to make extra money, but the salary you give is not enough for an alchemist to practice daily." The wizard knew that his employer would not be in a good mood without looking, but he was also in a bad mood, so it was completely useless. My eloquent words to adjust the atmosphere are just to continue along with the work content.

"Regarding the matter of the curse, what kind of information did you dig out from your own blood? Is it considered a success now?"

"It should be considered a success. We'll discuss the specific details on the way. We'll have to hurry up soon."

Clayton dressed in the dark, then grabbed the dead man's belongings and crawled out of the hole.

Although he was surprised by the current situation of the Salvation Army, he felt that there was no need to pay attention to it. These people were already talkative and unlikable. The Sasha City Military Headquarters seemed to have had the idea of ​​abandoning them for a long time, but they just lacked the With a piece of official document, these people were finally classified as rebels by the military, which was what everyone expected.

As for what kind of trouble they could cause in Gevaux, Clayton wasn't too worried about that.

It is difficult for troops without artillery to gain the upper hand in small-scale conflicts with pure military literacy. If the Salvation Army holds as few weapons as Julius said, the locals themselves may not need the assistance of Donna and Barbara. You can subdue them.

Revo spontaneously formed an armed patrol force because of the "beast". According to his opinion, the firepower of the locals was enough to be evenly matched with this broken force.

And if their contacts would foot the bill for their supplies, the best outcome would be that they would be fine.

As for who the contact person is, they will find out when they get back.

Whoever fights for the interests of these Salvation Army is the connector.