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Chapter 9: It's Dark, Please Close Your Eyes 4

"Boom--"

Thunder rolled in waves, and half of the moon hid into the dark clouds. A series of bright white silver snakes swam in the dark clouds as thick as ink. Suddenly, a drop of rain dripped across the dark sky and fell downwards, and finally fell into a palm.

Roy took back his right hand that poked out of the tent, "It's raining..." As soon as the sentence fell, it seemed to trigger some kind of signal, "Wow-Wow-Wow-" one after another, the raindrops connected into silver lines, and the downpour hit the tent and the carriage, like dense drum beats disturbing people.

The fierce north wind, like a knife, pulled the tent "huh" and the ground nails "Kazkaz" swayed, as if they would rise up from the ground at any time.

However, God does not make people feel at ease.

"There is a situation!" Roy drew out of the tent, and the witch hunter followed him into the heavy rain.

The two of them were soaked in their clothes in an instant, but they couldn't care about that much - a member of the scorpion was roaring heart-wrenchingly in the dark, his voice almost drowned by the noise of the heavy rain.

The two quickly leaned over, "Brother, what happened?"

"There is a monster... the monster attacked the camp..." The man gasped and grabbed the witch hunter's hand. The rain washed his cheeks, making his face pale. "Master Resso, you are an expert, please help everyone!" His body was trembling like an epilepsy, obviously frightened!

"There are others, where have they been?"

"Afrey Farlin, and the adults of Cantilla led their brothers to chase the swamp! I... they told me to look at... and look at the camp."

Roy looked at the countryside outside the camp. The dark night and heavy rains, his vision was greatly restricted, and he could only see clearly about twenty hours. It was extremely unwise to chase him out in a hurry under such conditions.

"Don't panic." The witch hunter outlined his five fingers and used the Yaksif Indian to comfort the guards. "The heavy rain just fell. Did you see that monster? What does it look like?"

"It's too dark, I don't see it very clearly. I only remember that its eyes are like cats and wolves, emitting faint light in the night!"

"Oh, in which direction did Boss Aaron chase out?"

The man frowned and pondered for a moment, "I didn't see the boss, but I saw Ali and Ade flying east!"

The witch hunter told the man, "Roy and I will go back, stay and see the camp, don't run around!"

"Master Resor, please give me!"

...

The deerskin boots were stomping on the soft mud, and the two strided into the dark night. The witch hunter with glittering pupils was carrying Guweishir, while Roy was carrying a crossbow. They did not carry a torch, and the moonlight was enough to guide the direction.

"Has some things been made wrong?" Roy was a little annoyed. "If 'it' was really the patron saint of the Sea Scorpion, why did he make such a big noise on a rainy night? Aren't he afraid of accidents among the Sea Scorpion members?"

The witch hunter said lightly, "It has noticed our abnormality during the day, and the movements at night are just trying to lure us out."

"Then aren't we going to the trap..."

"If we don't go there, he will definitely come to him. He won't be so polite at that time. Be more tactful and take the initiative to see what its purpose is?"

The two of them arched their bodies and sneaked in the darkness with the cover of the rain.

Not long after walking, a ray of fire light in front pointed out the location of the members of the acrobatic group, and occasionally you could hear slight and orderly voices, and there was no unexpected situation.

However, just as they were about to follow, a cat eagle suddenly rushed out of the darkness. The cat eagle flew to them and cried twice. The heavy rain wet its wings, and its flying posture was extremely embarrassing. So he squatted directly on Roy's shoulder, raised his wings and pointed to the left in a cute manner.

"If I remember correctly, this is Aaron's 'Cat Eagle' Ali. Is she leading the way for us?" Hearing the boy's mutter, "Ali" nodded at him in a very humane way, spread her wings, cushions on her feet, and squatted down.

Roy was surprised, "Is this a salute to us? Is Alice a lady?"

"Gu..." 'Ali' raised her wings slightly shyly and covered her round cat's face.

"She can actually understand our words. It seems that Aaron's situation is very complicated!"

Ali's performance was undoubtedly releasing kindness to the two, and Roy's urgent mood was slightly relieved.

They followed Ali's guidance for about ten minutes and entered a small pine forest. The rain was blocked by dense branches and leaves, and walked straight along the winding path in the forest. At the end was a huge rock that raised its five-pointed ground.

A huge figure was sitting cross-legged on the stone.

Along a distance, Roy used observations for it and got information that was completely different from the previous few days.

"It seems that observation skills also have shortcomings, at least they can do nothing to creatures that switch shapes."

Cursed?

"Aaron"

Age: 33

identity:

Captain of the Sea Scorpion

(He is the founder of the Sea Scorpion Acrobatics Group, full of courage and action, and is deeply loved and admired by the members of the Acrobatics Group.)

The slinger

(Because of some unexpected change, Aaron has the ability to communicate with two little babies, Aar and Aar, Cat Eagle, and has become a popular juggler.)

Based on the information and inferences you have collected, you reveal his hidden identity:

Cursed

(His body was subjected to some terrible curse. At some nights or on full moon nights, he would transform into a werewolf with sharp teeth and claws and start killing and hunting. The werewolf said to have both evil and cruelty in both human nature and animal nature, but he seemed to be immune to it and still retained human sanity.)

Health:??(cannot be obtained if insufficient perception)

property:

Power: 13 (werewolf form +5)

Agility: 15 (werewolf form +5)

Physical constitution:??(I cannot obtain if I feel it is insufficient)

Perception: 15 (Wild Intuition +5)

Will: 6

Charm: 4 (werewolf form-2)

Spirit: 5

Skill:

Werewolf form (passive solidification): The master of the night, the killer of half wolf and half man, the main combat attributes such as strength and agility have been greatly improved by +5, but the terrifying body odor and face make it charming-2.

Wild intuition (passive solidification): inherits the original instinct of the gene, allowing it to have extraordinary perception ability, be able to detect hostile murderous intent, as well as flaws and weaknesses in the enemy, and have a strong premonition of danger, so as to better avoid attacks.

Cursed Body (passive solidification): Curses are not only a gift, but also a torture that penetrates into the bone marrow. The curse will never easily be liberated from death. The life limit is +100, and the heart is no longer the key.

Rapid healing (passive solidification): The cursed body has perverted activity, can quickly heal any mild injuries, and rely on the flesh and blood that devours the enemy to quickly heal moderate injuries and replenish health. Physical constitution +10.

Wild Call LV5: Through a unique roar, werewolf can call friends, summon nearby wolves, or werewolf companions to assist in the battle.

...

"The melee attributes are all crushing me, but they are still a little worse than Resso."

Roy quietly held the crossbow tightly, estimating the distance between the two sides could probably shoot two arrows before the werewolf rushed over?

"Would I call you Aaron or Mr. Werewolf? What's the point of calling us over tonight?"

The huge black shadow jumped down from the rocks vigorously. Under the faint moonlight, its long wolf kiss slightly opened, revealing its scarlet gums and pale teeth.

"Very good. The two guys who always shout and beat and kill, let's have a 'peaceful' and pleasant exchange!"

In the hoarse and magnetic tone, its muscular body dragged a pair of huge claws and walked towards the two of its deformed and bent legs.

And "Ali" on the witch hunter's shoulder let out a cheerful cry and flew over.
Chapter completed!
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