In the dark night, a pair of silver-gray icy sticks were indifferently fixed on the three uninvited guests in front of them.
A strong body, a slender muzzle, sharp ears, and an appearance that is not human-like: the silver-white hairs covering most of the body surface stand up like steel needles, but they are blown by the cold wind.
A soft feeling, like a piece of smooth and bright satin. The hairless parts highlight the solid muscles, dyed with a rock-like low obsidian color, almost blending with the deep darkness.
The limbs are strong, the person stands upright, with a slightly hunched back, the two forelimbs hang down above the knees, and the two hind limbs bite the steel plate under his feet, making deep dents, and he always assumes a posture of being ready to go.
In the rough palm, each sharp claw is like a dagger, shining with a cold light.
As an alien with a humanoid appearance, the werewolf's facial contours are almost the same as those of humans. Therefore, Ringer can see a unique temperament from the lines of his facial features. Those tough, rigid and slightly crazy auras, it seems
It seems contradictory, but it blends in strangely.
His eyes swept across coldly, replacing obscure observations with direct and sharp inspections. There was an unspoken sense of oppression, like a ferocious beast entrenched in his hunting ground, choosing his next prey.
From the corner of his left eye, there was a hideous scar crawling up to the lower jaw of his right face. It was a horrific injury that almost split his head in two. It is hard to imagine how many life-and-death battles he had experienced in the past.
, so that we can leave this scar with a certain calm and introspective mentality, and use its existence to remember something.
This is a dangerous guy, probably more dangerous and powerful than all the enemies he has encountered so far.
He has not yet shown any intention to attack, but Ringer is not sure whether this is because he really has no desire to attack, or whether it is a disguise, but he is actually lurking as minions, waiting to launch a fatal surprise attack. It is a well-known truth that the more powerful you are in the wilderness,
The ferocious beasts become more cunning.
The young man faced it calmly, standing at the front and bearing all the pressure from the ferocious beast, as if facing a natural disaster in ancient times. At the same time, he quietly made a gesture behind him with one hand.
, let Saint Xalia and Alice be alert and be ready to counterattack at any time.
He didn't want to take action first because some mysterious premonition in his mind was constantly warning him, reminding him that the side that launched the attack first would definitely suffer a huge blow. Therefore, before the enemy takes action, the best way is to lie dormant and endure.
The best choice.
The other party seems to think so too.
Ringer's judgment comes from the priest's grace scroll magic [Premonition], and his judgment comes from the instinct of the beast and the rich experience gained in jungle hunting.
The three humans in front of them - to be precise, two humans and a silver elf, are not ordinary magicians. The magic the silver elf used to divert his attention just now did not release any magical energy, which violates the law.
The most basic rules of magic are elusive; another human girl wearing a maid outfit may seem ordinary on the surface, but it is impossible for an ordinary person to show excitement or even eagerness to try when facing a werewolf.
With an expression on her face, her hand is pressing on a strange silver-white cube on her waist. It must be some kind of sealed object with unique effects, right?
As for the young man confronting him, it is even more interesting.
An intriguing look flashed through the werewolf's eyes. He suddenly spoke. His voice was completely opposite to what everyone expected. It was low and slightly hoarse, making people think of a lone wolf walking alone in the dusk with a thin back. But that was nothing.
It's because he is trying his best to suppress the violence and impulse boiling in his chest, because he needs the most suitable time to let them burst out instead of wasting them on these unknown people: "You smell very good.
Special, human."
He sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose, and Beast Boy thought about it, like the best perfumer appraising spices, and commented slowly: "There are many kinds of smells mixed together: confusion, fear, restraint, and desire. Only the human heart can be so complex, because
They are always troubled by this boring smell; besides that? Silver elves, light elves, and traveler elves are really strange. I haven't seen them in this land for a long time... but these are not important.
, the most important thing is that you smell like Rochelle: the fishy smell of earth, the rotten smell of mud, and the turbid smell of sand and rocks, exactly the same as the big scorpion he followed. Do you know that guy? He
What’s the relationship with you?”
Ringer was surprised when he heard Rochelle's name, but he remained calm on the surface and replied calmly: "This is also the question I want to ask: Do you know Rochelle? Do you have any relationship with him?"
What is the relationship? - I think it is considerate etiquette to introduce yourself clearly before asking others about their identity."
"Really? In fact, I am not interested in human etiquette and rules. After all, my ancestors have proven their hypocrisy and weakness to me many years ago."
The werewolf grinned, revealing its cold teeth, but for some reason, this action gave people a sense of elegance. If one ignored its appearance, it would even make people feel like they were talking to an old noble from the classical era: "
But I respect the opinions of my guests, so as a sign of etiquette, let me introduce myself. My name is Gundaruf Nioesu. Someone once called me Duke Nioesu, but that person
Later he was eaten by me because I don’t like this name. If you don’t want to experience the wolf’s appetite for yourself, you might as well use another name that I like more as a title——”
His teeth collided lightly, making a chilling kacha sound, and he said word by word: "I am the leader of the Silver Moon, the son of Neoesu, the moon-eating demon wolf, 'the murderous moon'
, Gundaruff."
"Nio Essu?"
The legend of Saint Junio suddenly appeared in Ringer's mind. The story about how the descendants of the divine wolf established an eternal kingdom in the Tagu'ao wilderness was also one of the origins of the five ancient clans of Motosh. Until now,
The Neoesu family is still the oldest and most mysterious family in the capital city of Elfland. It secretly controls the dark world of the Taguo province. The leader of the family is so powerful that he is surrounded by businessmen, capitalists, farmers, mercenaries, and killers.
The gang leader and all lawbreakers respectfully call him the "Godfather" - it is said that the first thing Murtosh's Prime Minister did after taking office was to visit the Godfather at Downton Abbey on the outskirts of the capital, otherwise all his decrees would not be issued.
Lengcui Palace, which is the executive residence of the Prime Minister.
But they are just thieves who stole this surname. The real Neoesu is not a human being, but a wolf that the Truhe people once followed. Although he has died long ago, even his descendants are under constant persecution from the alliance of religious orders.
, was forced to hide in the vast Xugen Swamp, not like a pack of wolves, but more like a wild dog fleeing from the desert, whimpering and whining.
Ringer didn't expect that he would see the descendants of the Neo Essu family here - could it be said that the werewolf tribe's attack on the Church of Sin was to vent the anger of the past and regain the glory of the family name?<
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However, Qi Yu Port has always been the area ruled by the Valenhilde family, and the aliens who established the Bloodfang Family are the shadow vampires in the night. Even if they really want to attack Qi Yu Port and regain control of this city
Right, it should be led by vampires. Why is it the turn of the Neo Essu family?
As if he had read Ringer's thoughts, a sarcastic sneer appeared on Gundaluff's ugly but wild face: "Valenhilde's hairless bats are just a group of scared little mice.
It is unrealistic to expect them to fall in love with their hometown. But it doesn't matter, they will eventually join our alliance, maybe not today, maybe not proactively - it doesn't matter, they will join, they have no choice."<
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His tone was full of cold, arrogant and unquestionable confidence, as if whatever he said from his mouth would eventually become reality.
"Alliance?"
Lin Ge keenly captured this word, and he subconsciously asked: "Is it an alliance of the five major families?"
Gundaruff glanced at him with interest, and Ringer realized that he had asked a very stupid question. It was not that he couldn't ask it, but that he shouldn't ask it - what could you expect from a guy who met for the first time and was suspected of being an enemy?
Take the initiative to disclose important information to you?
We are not playing the RPG game Alice mentioned.
When he was thinking this, the werewolf in front of him suddenly shook his head: "No."
That ugly wolf face was clearly smiling, but there was no trace of smile in his eyes. It only made people feel cold, and even his tone had a chill in it: "The five major families are already a story of the past era, and those lowly human beings
Having the same surname will be a lifelong shame for me. Only by pursuing true power can we create an undefeated alliance, baptize me with the blood of the slaughterer, and destroy all authority and order. That is what we said, in
Those who resist the light in the darkness and use destruction to create resistance——"