Chapter 198 Waiting for the Opportunity

Clayton Bellow is a sealer. He has been a werewolf since birth.

Apparently, the desire engraved in his bloodline has been suppressed in the past years, and it was not until this year that it got on track. The twisted impulse accumulated in the past would have gradually faded over the long years until the operation of the curse binding ceremony. It is very likely that it not only awakened the memories of his ancestors in Clayton's bloodline, but also awakened the sacrificial instinct that had been absent for more than 300 months in the past. He dedicated all his accumulated energy to the moon in his sleep, including the energy that normally maintains life.

This imposed instinct is making Clayton commit suicide.

Julius poured the second cup of potion on the werewolf without hesitation. He had to interrupt the ceremony. The failed curse binding ceremony might have some sequelae, but it was better than dying directly.

Besides, those riders of unknown origin were approaching. If Clayton could regain consciousness, he would not have to drag this heavy body away.

Under his expectation, the dry werewolf opened his eyes.

Julius was pinned to the ground again, just like the first time they met.

But unlike last time, there was no reason in the werewolf's glowing yellow eyes, only chaos.

It seemed that a werewolf who was extremely hungry should not be woken up. Julius felt the coldness of the ground, the oppression in his chest and the hot air from the werewolf's mouth. The sound of the riders' hooves became clearer in his ears. He had not slept well for several days, and the great pressure from the outside world made him drowsy.

At this moment, his remaining reason only had time to regret one thing -

[I haven't poisoned myself yet. 】

The fight between Saga and Regarde ended with Saga's complete victory.

After seven sunsets, they waited for the arrival of the Snatards.

It was a huge team of more than fifty people. The soldiers wore chain mail. Prince Ai Ergu was in their center. He was handsome, dressed beautifully, and tall like a descendant of a giant. The long sword on his waist was longer than the two-handed sword on the soldier's back, and the horse he rode was also the tallest of all mounts. He could be distinguished from others at a glance.

This army passed through the forest under the guidance of the gray-robed wizard wearing lemongrass. They entered the forest during the day and did not see the end until dusk.

When passing a stream, Ai Ergu stopped. His team was going to rest here. He got off the horse and leaned over to the water source with his guards to get water. Creighton saw his ancestor Saga's eyes catch the moment when the prince relaxed through the gaps between the trees.

He seized the opportunity and transformed into a wolf. His huge body passed through the woods without any obstruction or sound. His sister did the same.

Two giant wolves appeared silently from the dark and quickly started a massacre in the attacked team.

The first to die were the soldiers on guard outside. Compared with the two werewolves, they were as weak as rag dolls. A few slaps of their claws cut their armor and flesh, and they flew out with blood.

Through the perspective of Saga, Clayton could almost smell the blood.

The wizards in this army were the first to react. Their spiritual realm had no blind spots. They raised their cranks and pointed their bent rods at the two werewolves. Many lips opened and closed at the same time to chant spells. Cold currents began to surge in the air, and frost spread out from under their feet.

Even though this memory was separated from reality by thousands of years, Clayton still instinctively felt the crisis.

He even felt a sense of awkwardness in his body movements, as if ice crystals were forming on the surface of his hair. Unconsciously, his connection with the memories of his ancestors became closer and closer, and even Saga's sensory changes could be felt.

However, Saga turned a blind eye to this and flew straight towards the nearest wizard.

The wizard's lips were still opening and closing, and the obscure tone called on the power of natural elements, but his voice suddenly stopped at a certain moment, his expression was dull, and the coldness around him dissipated. Clayton saw a yellow light in the wizard's eyes. It was not the color of his eyes, but the reflection of Saga's eyes that were looking at him.

That was the power of the evil eye.

The sharp claws cut the human body into several sections like a hot knife cutting butter, and the smell of blood came to the nose.

And the same was true for Regarde on the other side.

They shuttled through the crowd like black lightning, and those who dared to look at them died one after another.

As he watched the killing memories of his ancestors, Clayton felt a more intense desire in his heart. That was the instinct of werewolves. They were born to desire power and freedom. This pursuit had nothing to do with good or evil.

Clayton almost completely entered the soul of Saga. Not only the pain and senses, but he could also feel the emotions of this ancestor. He knew all the melancholy and pleasure. The powerful power of Saga attracted him deeply. He even hated his weak body in the past. He wanted to live forever as Saga. He knew that this was an illusion, but it was precisely because it was an illusion that he could experience this adventure without paying any price.

The story of Saga continued.

As expected, this killing feast ended soon, and Prince Algu was subdued by two werewolves.

Raygard invited her brother to attend her simple wedding soon, but he refused. Saga decided to leave Tianen Mountain and embark on a wandering road.

Along the way, he killed countless prey, fought wits and courage with many different dark races, and the Snatard army that surrounded him. There may be moments of near failure, but in the end he won the final victory, and everything went smoothly.

Saga always wins, and believes that he can win, and his journey is also for victory.

The two moons witnessed his honor.

Clayton enjoyed all the victories and triumphs that Saga experienced. He almost forgot who he was. At this moment, he was no longer Clayton, but more like Saga's own remembrance of the merits and honors forged in his past life.

This wholehearted dedication to the moment of Saga's marriage came to an abrupt end.

At the border of Vikia, he stopped temporarily and married a local wolf.

It was a giant wolf worshipped by many tribes and possessing the power of the original spirit. She had noble blood, wisdom superior to that of humans, and beautiful hair.

But she was really just a wolf.

The original spirit could help her transform into a human form, but neither Saga nor she herself had an obsession with transforming into a human form.

The strong sense of disharmony forced Clayton to withdraw from the identity of Saga and the wolf character. The huge difference between his body and mind reminded him of his own existence. Werewolves do have the form of wolves, but no matter what, he would not marry a real wolf.

Clayton was Clayton again.

The story of this ancestor ended soon after his marriage. The army of the Milenti invaded Vikia, and all the tribes that believed in wolf spirits were massacred.

Saga killed many people in the war, but failed to save the situation. Vikia was completely destroyed.

In the end, he was severely injured and died in the pale snowfield that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The illusion ended, but Clayton did not wake up.

His eyes fell into darkness again. He didn't know whether it was an illusion or the contrast after leaving Saga's senses. He felt that his body seemed to be much weaker.

In the void, he felt that he seemed to wake up, but he instinctively didn't want to do so. It seemed that the longer he stayed in the illusion, the more he would gain. But he was afraid that Julius was calling him, so he tried to wake up actively. However, he had never had a similar experience. There was also an extraordinary resistance in this void. Every time he tried to concentrate on leaving, he would be swallowed up by a deeper and sweeter feeling.

This place is like a room without doors and windows. It can be automatically repaired while being damaged. Of course, you can't get out anyway.

Clayton tried dozens of times, but failed.

Forget it, he thought, this might be an illusion. Most people will have such illusions in the dark, thinking that something is calling them in an invisible place. If Julius really wants to wake me up, he should be able to do it immediately.

So Clayton relaxed again with peace of mind, and his blood was throbbing again, and new colors unfolded in front of him.

Clayton soon entered the memory of another ancestor.

This ancestor was not like the Saga. It had no fixed nest and no companions. Instead, it wandered alone in the jungle, without speaking or building a house, living like a real beast.

When thirsty, it went to the river to drink water. When hungry, it went to hunt animals. When injured, it went to find some herbs that might have healing effects. When it was time to sleep, it went to a cave or dug a big enough pit on the spot to live in. Everything went with the flow.

Without any advance preparation for the future and without communication with its kind, this ancestor always maintained the form of a werewolf and wandered aimlessly in the vast nature.

Until one day, it saw a steel snake that could whimper, and was surprised to live in the forest next to it.

Clayton didn't know what era this was, but he believed that this memory came from a werewolf who was closer to the present.

The evidence is that a train appeared in this memory, but it was a very old style, about two hundred years old. This kind of carriage did not distinguish between freight and passenger carriages. Passengers had to stand in the carriage with the goods. If they were not careful, they might fall out from the side sliding door - but there was no danger to life. This old-fashioned train was not much faster than a person running, and passengers could usually climb back on.

His ancestor had been isolated from the world for a long time, and maintained a fearful and curious attitude towards humans and man-made objects.

It often hid in the forest. Once it finished foraging, it went to the woods beside the railway tracks and used its good eyesight to slowly watch the steam and smoke approach.

Observing the train seemed to be a pleasure for it, but as long as there were railway maintenance workers, it would quietly hide farther away and peek at them like a shy girl, until those people finished their work and left here, then it would excitedly run to the railway tracks to look for useful things left by passengers. Human food was what it liked, and some simple tools dropped by workers made it love it even more.

Life was so comfortable.