Chapter 60 Just pretend nothing happened

As Clayton walked back, he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from behind.

But it turned out to be Mary coming from behind.

She was in high spirits and seemed to be doing better than Clayton's side. The horse she was riding suddenly had a saddle, and it was obviously a military doctor's horse.

Clayton told her to stop, otherwise she would rush forward again and not recognize him.

"Did you get the stuff?"

Mary shook her head: "They didn't take away Charles' body parts. The meat was thrown directly into the hospital's oven. By the time Achill called us, it was already too late."

"Is the doctor still alive now?"

Clayton asked a question that most people would find confusing, but Mary understood it immediately.

She frowned and asked, "Faslag is also dead?"

"I think so."

Mary was surprisingly trusting of him, pulled her troops back, and then asked: "Is it necessary to tell the people in the church? They may be able to help."

Elder Dais walked in and sat across from Clayton, occupying the entire sofa by himself.

Clayton had heard that some indigenous people or residents of Iceland would use roars to intimidate enemies, but he had never personally come into contact with them.

Clayton was not angry at being called out. He felt a familiar military temperament from the old man, which was not comparable to those soldiers in military hospitals who had never been on the battlefield.

The old man emptied his glass in one breath, with a very disdainful expression on his face: "Magic. Wouldn't it be better if you shot them before they recited the spell? No matter how far the range of magic is, it can't be farther than a bullet."

Clayton didn't have the idea of ​​two people and one horse. He wanted to go to Gronje, but he couldn't ignore the current matter, so he told her: "You put the horse quietly and go back on foot. If anyone asks, just tell her

I’ve never seen them, and I don’t know what I’m doing. Also, let everyone else go first and treat it as done.”

Clayton asked him: "Who are you?"

In order to avoid dealing with these nagging enemies and avoid low morale in the team, his usual approach at that time was to first detect the enemy strongholds and then immediately apply for artillery support.

"I am Dai Si, another elder." Dai Si raised his wine glass and saluted him, but did not continue to drink.

"Warlocks are all sensors, and dealing with them is more difficult than dealing with wizards. However, the spell you see should be the power of the devil. It requires a very complicated ritual to take effect and cannot be used immediately on the battlefield."

"Yes, she always has a way to change her identity. How should I find her?" Clayton humbly asked for advice.

If it was just a simple roar, he didn't feel there was any special change in his werewolf form's voice.

"You are in trouble. She is both a parasitic demon and a summoning warlock. With the combination of her natural abilities and spells, even I can't catch her."

Clayton breathed a sigh of relief and focused more on finding Athena's true identity.

"The problem is that when I see someone reciting a spell, the wizard is not there."

He put his hands on his knees and shook his head: "I can't."

He had to admit that he was indeed a little scared.

The old man pondered for a moment and gave a solution: "But it should be very convenient for werewolves to deal with her. Your connection with the moon is closer than that of other dark descendants, and mental abilities generally cannot work on you. You can use it on the person you suspect.

Use the battle cry in front of you. The mental resistance of the warlock is stronger than that of the wizard. Just kill all the people in the field of vision who are not affected, and you will not miss her."

"You can practice your voice, just like singing." Elder Dais suggested calmly. "You should try singing to the moon more at night. Maybe you will find the feeling."

But this time Groene didn't come to see him, because the servants here didn't know where Grogna had gone, so they only let him rest in the waiting room.

He still has some confidence in hand-to-hand combat, but he knows nothing about magic.

"Then you don't have to wait any longer, Grone won't be back today."

When he served in Luolun in his early years, he encountered shamans and priests elected by the local resistance. Each of them claimed to be capable of witchcraft and immortality, and could curse the kingdom's garrison to bleed and cause sores.

Children in China are also suffering from violent illnesses.

He turned around and rented a carriage to go to the Pulitzer House in the city center.

He had a good idea. This method is simple, quick and highly operable.

The door to the waiting room was knocked open, and an equally large old man holding a large beer glass stood at the door, leaning on the doorframe with one arm to look at him.

"you say."

Clayton was shocked, he didn't expect to see the second elder so soon.

The old man couldn't help but feel proud that his tactical thinking had not slackened.

Clayton didn't see the difference.

Relying on cannons and muskets, weapons that are not suitable for operation in the city, has also indirectly led to his current dilemma of being helpless with magic.

When there were four people, the waiting room seemed crowded, and when there was only one person, the waiting room was too spacious.

The old man's physique nearly filled the door frame. Even Clayton was a head shorter than him, and his muscle content was far inferior. To ordinary people, his jacket was just like a coat.

"Now a new problem has indeed arisen." Clayton responded.

"I heard that you are dealing with Athena Bai Luge now?"

However, the elder was indifferent. After listening to him for a few words, he interrupted: "Don't talk to me about these things. Grone only likes to hear this. He is in charge of local affairs."

But then he thought about it, which elder he told about the Holy Grail Society was probably the same, so he opened his mouth to tell what he had experienced.

"Werewolf?"

He had seen people who were directly hit by a cannonball, but this was the first time someone was killed by that invisible force in front of him.

"Okay, do you have any more questions?"

Thinking about it now, this might be the reason why he hasn't found any local transcendent in Loren yet.

Clayton is a wild werewolf, it can be said that he doesn't know anything.

"What's the battle cry?"

He stood up naturally and replied: "I am."

"Actually, I'm here to ask about ways to deal with magic. The wizard of the Holy Grail Society crushed a person's head through the air. I need a way to counter magic."

"Go back together?" Mary stretched out her hand and asked him.

Clayton didn't believe it at all at the time, but his subordinates were doubtful.

Clayton picked up a cigarette and held it between his fingers, hesitating whether to have one after a long absence.

Clayton was quite sure that no one wanted to hear this, and his purpose was not just to tell.

That kind of power is so evil that it's really frightening. It's just like the demons from hell. Demons.

He fell into deep thought.

Clayton also received the information that the military doctor was dead, and couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

Hearing this question, the old man placed his wine glass on the table and made a loud noise: "War cry is the only spell-like talent of a werewolf. What, you can't do it?"

Clayton waved his hand: "They already know this is unusual."

Since Marietta was on his behalf, Clayton did not return to the military hospital or to the General Sheriff's Department.

"Being able to affect reality without being present is a summoning warlock."

From a distance of three kilometers, a volley of artillery can easily tear apart the enemy's position. The only disadvantage is that it cannot pick up the complete loot.

Clayton doubted the effectiveness of this approach,

More than once he sang quietly toward the window in the bathroom, but to no avail.

"Does this really work?"

"How can I, a human, know how to hone a werewolf's talent?" The old man felt impatient. He had no desire to teach newcomers. His answer just now was just out of temporary interest, and now his interest has been exhausted:

"Don't be so surprised by my identity, it's not important. Now listen, all my experience with werewolves comes from the ones I killed. They all know how to war roar, so you should be able to do it too. If you can't learn,

Yes, that’s your problem, it’s that simple.”
Chapter completed!