Chapter 210: Long-Awaited Hunting

After Barbara finished explaining, Clayton had new questions.

"What do you mean by 'I turned Ian into a vampire by the river'?"

"Is it me who turned him into a vampire?"

Barbara looked innocent, and her tone even contained a hint of uncertainty. She didn't understand what other explanation she could have for expressing so superficially.

Clayton frowned and scratched his hands on his slightly curly dark black hair. He didn't ask this question because he was deaf. It's really because he doesn't think Barbara has the idea of ​​​​taking the initiative to do this. In order for a vampire to transform into the same kind, it must first kill the target, and the relationship between her and Ian seems to be pretty good.

"I won't mention whether this is immoral," he paused, and after checking that there was no one else on the street, he gritted his teeth and whispered: "Are you stupid? We might be the ones who killed his brother, and you are resurrected. He also exposed our identity to him, what if he comes to trouble us in the future? "

Barbara was silent.

Clayton had anticipated her reaction. She didn't think much about it when she fed her blood to the rats in the sewer. If she didn't reflect afterward, it would certainly not be surprising that what happened today would happen.

This person also needs education.

"Did he ask to become a vampire?"

"No, I just picked up his body and felt it was a pity."

"That word is 'mercy'!" Clayton corrected instinctively, then realized that the point was wrong and asked instead: "Who killed him?!"

"It should be Priest Louis. Ian seems to have discovered his secret. But I don't know what the secret is." Barbara folded her arms and said sadly. Her back was hunched, and her posture looked more like a miner than a housewife.

Louis is preparing to kill someone. Clayton thought, otherwise Louis should have no other secrets to hide.

"You gave him blood and then left?"

"No, I originally wanted to bury him deeper, but a very scary monster appeared. I really had no choice, so I left him and lured the monster away alone." Barbara said, a sudden look on her face He showed a bit of confidence and straightened his back: "That monster seems to be the Leatherworker you mentioned. I just ran with it for a while, but it never caught up with me and left when we got around the town."

If Clayton were in werewolf form, his ears would be perked up right now.

"So you're here to ask me for help in killing it?"

"No, I have to go home to cook for Perot now, so I hope Mr. Bello can bring Ian back. He is probably in that direction -" Barbara pointed to the northwest.

If she hadn't been an uneducated housewife, Clayton would probably have thought she was humiliating herself.

"Don't be stupid. It won't matter if old Perot is hungry. He will find something to eat by himself."

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Barbara's hand and ran out of the town through alleys and corners that would not be seen publicly. He wanted to leave before the hunters set out to pursue the Salvation Army team and not run into them.

Barbara exclaimed, but still allowed herself to be pulled by Clayton's arm and run.

"Mr. Bello, it's getting late, I really have to go home.

Her tone couldn't help but be excited, but she still retained a little restraint because she had promised her husband to participate in as few risky actions as possible.

"We have to kill the leatherworker first." Clayton answered her excitedly.

"But I don't want to fight it."

"But I want to!"

Clayton resisted the urge to roar.

The leatherworker was badly injured and Barbara could definitely smell its blood.

The evil object should still be near the town at this moment, and the vampire could easily find it by following the traces of blood, but if it were delayed for a while, it would be impossible to tell.

It won't be long before it's night, and the werewolf can reveal its true form. He and the vampire will definitely be able to kill it.

If the Leatherworker is allowed to continue wandering in the forest, he and Donna may never be able to wait for the horse they need to return to the city. The Leatherworker is a habitual offender in this regard. If it realizes that it can no longer break through the patrol blockade to attack If you live in a town, it will become inevitable to hunt travelers on horseback by the roadside. This is a result that can be easily deduced.

Clayton and Barbara were lucky enough to leave town without being discovered by anyone else.

Once they left the town, they no longer had to hide from others.

"Tell me which direction it is now?"

Clayton had already let go of Barbara, he needed the vampire to lead the way.

Barbara also had no idea of ​​going back - it would be better to say that she was expecting a tough talker to crush her rejection. A vampire's thirst for the blood of powerful creatures is endless, just like a werewolf's thirst for meat. And this does not stop with love for your husband.

She pinched the front hem of her skirt into two corners and knotted it so that it would not affect her movement, and then she ran freely in the cold wind.

The sky gradually sank into darkness, but there were still stars dotted there. Clayton chased for a while and saw Barbara stagnant in place. Clayton looked in the direction she was looking, and his yellow eyes aligned with Another pair of unearthly red eyes stared at each other in the deep woods.

The leatherworker is there, not too far from Gevaux.

The moonlight illuminated its pale limbs, and the leatherworker tried his best to stretch his body, including the pale tail with a red tip, like a strange beast dormant in its lair.

"It seems to be waiting for someone." Barbara lowered her posture, looking like a child who was tiptoeing to catch a frog.

"Don't dawdle, it has already found us."

Clayton walked quickly behind her, his steps became faster and faster, and black threads appeared on his face and exposed palms, and they became more and more dense, but his body still maintained a human form, until he really got close to Barbara's back, tiptoed down, made a final leap, and a black werewolf jumped out of the set of clothes silently!

Until the clothes fell to the ground, Barbara had not noticed that he had completed the transformation.

This was the new method he had mastered after a deeper understanding of the essence of the werewolf's power, which greatly compressed the time of transformation.

The patrol team responsible for guarding Gevo tonight was short of manpower because some of its personnel were used to hunt down the Saviors, so they shrunk the patrol route and only patrolled the streets in the town. He didn't have to worry about the movements here being discovered by the hunters, and he could completely break free from all constraints and fight.

The werewolf stretched out its huge claws and grabbed Barbara from behind. Before the latter could exclaim, she felt her perspective rise.

"What are you doing?"

"Shut up and execute my tactics."

Clayton didn't say much. He looked directly at the leatherworker about seventy yards away. His entire upper body leaned forward slightly, and he ran forward quickly without any cover. The airflow from his body blew down the weeds at his feet. If he encountered a bush, he would choose to crash into it directly, and the fallen leaves would be smashed into scattered wood chips on the ground with a hissing sound.

Such sounds were almost continuous in just a few seconds. Even if the leatherworker didn't find them originally, he should have found them at this moment.

The pale and slender body, which was even larger than the werewolf, shrank back uneasily, and his elbows and knees scratched two grooves on the soft soil. Seeing their collision behavior, this ugly monster seemed to have plans to retreat, and its animal instinct began to warn it.

The werewolf covered with dead branches rushed to him carelessly, and stopped suddenly about ten yards away.

But he was not here to greet this monster. He stretched out the hand that was holding the female vampire, and the lumbar joints simultaneously converted the forward force into rotational force. After the body rotated a circle, the powerful anti-jointed legs under his body were ejected like springs, and the tall body covered with black wolf hair threw Barbara towards the leatherworker in the same posture as the discus thrower depicted in the ancient murals.

"Barbara, bite it!"

The leatherworker's deformed face even revealed a bit more humanity. He stood there in shock, looking up in astonishment, watching the woman in the air twisting her body like a cat trying to regain balance and falling towards him.

Clayton would never miss such an opportunity. He pressed his upper body down, his limbs on the ground, all his muscles were tensed, and the anti-jointed legs were also preparing for the next attack.

Less than half a second later, the astonishing speed broke out on the werewolf.

Clayton's fur color was barely noticeable in the night of the same color. When the leatherworker's attention shifted back from Barbara, the werewolf's clenched right claw had already hit its little head from top to bottom.

The battle memories of Saga and the nameless ancestor taught Clayton subtly, allowing him to use his werewolf body to swing this attack smoothly.

What he saw and felt coincided with the memories of his ancestors. At least in this attack technique, his performance was no less than that of a powerful ancestor like Saga, because this was exactly the move copied from memory.

The leatherworker only had time to raise his left arm, and the next moment he was hit by the werewolf's fist.

As if the knight had used a leaf hammer to hit him with gravity, after a dull collision, its smooth, hairless white left arm immediately showed a noticeable bend, and the sound of broken bones came from it. At the same time, the entire upper body was bent down because of this huge force, and the elbows were deeply sunk into the mud. Only the hind legs, which were also anti-jointed, were still holding up, and the body posture was like a human kneeling.

Clayton was not happy about the victory, because although the leatherworker was injured, the injury was not as serious as he expected.

He observed the leatherworker's left shoulder, where Schmidt had stabbed a spear tip, which restricted the movement of its left arm. It should not have been able to raise its left arm for defense. At this moment, there was indeed an obvious red scar on the white skin, which was swollen and bleeding, but it was not certain whether the spear tip was still there.

In addition, its limbs, which were more slender than those of a werewolf, contained extraordinary strength. The special joints of its limbs were nailed to the ground like wooden wedges, and it resisted a lot of power with its strange bone structure and skin containing evil power, and the soft soil absorbed a lot of power.

But...

Clayton put aside his thoughts, and the corners of his wolf face twitched slightly, his fangs bared, and an extremely ferocious smile emerged.

If the leatherworker was too weak, there would be no fun in hunting.

In front of the werewolf, the leatherworker stretched his neck and stared at him with eyes like burning coals. His pale and slender limbs tried to stand up again, but then another dull impact sound came from the leatherworker's back, and the female vampire who fell from the sky pressed his body down again.

"I bit it." Barbara looked up with blood in her mouth and looked at Clayton expectantly.

However, she only saw the werewolf open its mouth and point at her as if it was about to say something. The next second, the monster under her crotch flipped to the side, and its huge body crushed her heavily into the mud.