Chapter 199 Murder in a Dream

Although this ancestor didn't fight with powerful creatures much, Clayton still put himself in his shoes.

This kind of life and work is just like his usual work. He even figured out the simple mechanical structure and started to learn to do handicrafts.

Specifically, he was dismantling the rails.

After four consecutive nights of fighting, this werewolf ancestor destroyed a long section of rails during the interval between the work of the rail maintenance workers, and successfully caused a train with six carriages to overturn next to the forest.

It was not until Clayton found that this ancestor was not surprised to see the train overturn that he realized that this was premeditated.

Learning from humans destroyed its simplicity.

There were many passengers on the overturned train. After the train derailed, they had to get off and move their luggage to the woods beside the rails to camp and wait for rescue by the railway operating company.

At night, the werewolf sneaked into their camp quietly, but did not hurt anyone. He just stole some luggage and food, took them back to his temporary nest to try them one by one, and continued to secretly observe these humans the next day.

As time went by, it even learned to use mirrors and perfume.

Clayton seemed to be watching the primitive people described in "The Origin of Evolution" rapidly evolving into modern people.

However, in the era of Saga, his ancestors could still communicate with people and their conversations were also wise. I don't know why this generation has fallen to this point.

It must have experienced something very painful in the meantime.

After realizing that their food was stolen, those humans had to find a way to hunt in the forest, otherwise their food reserves might not be enough to support the arrival of rescue.

And Clayton's ancestor did not stop after the first theft, but continued to steal more and more. Those mortals were on guard against it, but it had a peculiar way of hiding. It was not witchcraft or special abilities, but a technique composed of pure physical ability and experience-as long as there was a shadow, it could hide in it and hide its body. It was difficult to detect it without getting close, so it could still succeed repeatedly.

Within a few days, their identities seemed to have been exchanged.

Humans began to hunt in the forest with all their might like primitive people, while Clayton's ancestors occasionally came out to spy on them or steal things, and stayed in their own nests for the rest of the time, eating industrial canned food and fresh prey stolen from humans, and they no longer went out hunting.

This wonderful life ended when the rescue team of the railway company arrived. They left with their weak passengers. Some people accused the forest of hiding monsters, but the people of the railway company did not think so and did not send anyone into the forest to investigate.

After the rails were repaired, Clayton's ancestors did not try to stop the train again. It just returned to its usual life, but would come to see the train every day.

After an unknown number of years, some workers came to the forest to cut down trees and open up a clearing for the construction of kilns for charcoal making. Clayton's ancestors left their "home" here without any nostalgia after realizing that they could not leave.

It only took a little naturally dried meat and climbed onto a moving train at night.

It was light-footed, and the passengers on the train were so tired that they slept soundly. No one noticed that such a monster appeared above their heads.

On the top of the train, the strong wind blew the hair on the werewolf's face, and the iron wheels rubbed against the tracks and the sound of steam erupting were heard in his ears.

Clayton could feel the emotions of this ancestor. Facing this unknown journey, it was as excited as a child who was not familiar with the world for the first time to participate in an outing.

It looked up at the gray steam cloud in the night, which covered a large area of ​​stars.

"Woo." It said.

Although its social level still has a lot of room for improvement, Clayton believes that with its learning ability, the future should be smooth.

The Bello family can continue to this day, which is its merit.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of sadness for no reason, and the illusion in front of him suddenly began to disappear, but he could feel that it was not because this piece of information ended, it was still performing, but someone blocked the follow-up of this memory from the viewer.

The owner of the memory did this.

Clayton was surprised. He felt another piece of information being transmitted into his mind.

It was a gift from the ancestors.

Julius almost thought he was going to be eaten, but the irrational werewolf hesitated for a few seconds before biting him. They had been together for a while, and the wizard had the smell of a werewolf on his body, which made him confused.

This hesitation saved the wizard's life, because soon, the horse team that came from nowhere attracted the attention of the werewolf.

The sound of the horse seemed to have touched the werewolf's nerves. It gave up the meat in front of it, retreated from Julius on all fours, and crawled in the direction of the horse's hoof sound.

As soon as the claws left his body, Julius covered his chest and climbed up, and left with his back to Clayton without looking back.

He now only wanted to get as far away from here as possible.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and the forest was still silent.

After running a few steps, the wizard couldn't help but look back curiously. He saw the weak and skinny werewolf standing up, holding a thick tree and peeking at the road.

Its body was becoming increasingly shriveled, and its flesh and blood were constantly being converted into essence and sacrificed. Theoretically, this werewolf was starving to death, but for some reason it did not immediately rush out to attack the horse caravan on the road.

Julius suddenly had some hope again. Maybe Clayton's sanity had returned, and he no longer had to think about how to explain the accident to Donna, or a more extreme escape method - walking back to the city on his legs.

He turned back and whispered to the werewolf from a few yards away: "Clayton, is that you now?"

The werewolf turned back and bared its fangs at him, its eyes emitting a dark yellow light, which seemed to be some kind of warning, but then it no longer paid attention to the wizard, but focused on peeping at the riders who were about to arrive here.

Well, no. Noticing that ferocious look, Julius swallowed and remained silent.

He wanted to leave, but there was a voice inside that seemed to stop him.

Why can Clayton retain this level of sanity after losing control? Since it didn't choose to attack him, can he stay here and study this phenomenon?

It's a shame that a wizard can't control the accidents he causes.

Of course Julius had the idea of ​​redemption, but he only had time to think about it for a short while, and the reality no longer required him to struggle.

The riders noticed the abnormal wind in this forest and slowly slowed down as they passed by. Several of them got off their horses and walked towards the forest.

It was too late for Julius to leave here. He slowly lay down and hid in a pile of fallen leaves, praying that these people would not find him.

At the same time, he saw that the werewolf on the side did not move, but the hand holding the trunk of the tree used a slight force to lift himself up, and at the same time, his hind limbs stood up, making his body appear extremely slender and perfectly blended into the shadow of the tree. With just a slight turn, he entered Among the few people who walked into the forest to explore, none of them found it, even if the nearest one among them was only less than five steps away from the werewolf.

The leader of those people was holding a lantern, so Julius could see their costumes without using magic.

These riders of unknown origin were all wearing ill-fitting clothes and carrying long rifles on their backs. They looked extremely tired and had unspeakable fear. They just looked around the open space without doing any detailed inspection. After all, they evacuated.

Julius heard the sounds of their exchange.

"There is an open space inside. It looks like it was opened not long ago. It was obviously done by people. There are two chains on the ground, but there is nothing else."

One person asked in disappointment: "Are you sure there's nothing else? If there are loggers working here, there should be a camp in the woods. Maybe we can borrow their beds to rest for a while."

The person who just entered the forest was very unhappy to do so, and his mood was abnormally intense: "We didn't see anything. If you think so, just go in and see for yourself."

In the dark night in the wild, human voices are particularly harsh.

Someone mediates the conflict.

"That's enough. If there is no camp, then keep walking. We are only two or three hours away from the town of Jevo. As long as we get there, we can rest as much as we want."

Julius speculated on their identities in his mind, and at the same time paid attention to Clayton's movements. The latter was motionless, and his breath was getting weaker and weaker. He almost thought that the other person was dead, but he was not.

The occasional glint in the yellow wolf's eyes proved that it was not only still alive, but also had extraordinary considerations for these uninvited guests.

It seemed to be thinking about how to attack them.

But how is this possible?

Julius was thinking about this weird move when he suddenly heard another question from the group of people: "Now that we have come so far, do we still have to do what that person said?"

Another person asked: "What does 伱 mean?"

"We can leave by boat if we go a little further north. Who will know about us in other cities?"

"Then stay anonymous for the rest of your life? We are rebels now, and the level of wanted orders is almost the highest. If you do what the university professor said, you can at least get a new legal identity."

"Do you believe him? Aren't his accomplices still wanted by the kingdom? They were the ones who started the trouble and made us punished. Moreover, they suffered the same heavy losses as us when facing those ascetic monks." He said this People are reluctant to admit their current predicament.

"But when they didn't take action, the people from the Kingdom Intelligence Department didn't recognize them, and they knew how to stop the devil's calls we heard in our ears. That's enough. So stop talking nonsense and hurry up. Mount up, we have to go as far as possible before the new wanted order is announced. If Professor Tinora didn't lie to us, we will have a contact in Gevo, who can help us get rid of the pursuers. "

Christopher Camping Tinola?

Hearing this familiar name, Julius's breathing became a little heavier, but he quickly adjusted and suppressed his breathing even more.

He heard the grinding sound of human bodies pressing against the horses, as well as the horses' whinnying sounds of discomfort and alarm.

He was a little worried that the livestock would find the werewolf. Their sense of smell was very good, but when he carefully felt the environmental factors, he found that the wind direction was in his favor, and the werewolf had already taken advantage of it and stood there without any panic.

Julius relaxed a little, and he heard someone complaining among the noise - "If Lieutenant Charles hadn't died, those bastards wouldn't have dared to attack us. We sweat and bleed for the kingdom, but they are because of this Cursing and trying to kill us all, what a bunch of beasts!”

Lieutenant Charles?

The second familiar name startled Julius. This was the commander of the Salvation Army who had died at the hands of Athena before. This meant that these people were from the Salvation Army.

These people were indeed not in their right minds, but the military in Sasha City had begun to purge these people?

This didn't seem necessary, did it?

"Stupid, that has nothing to do with the sound we heard, at least not entirely for this reason. They convicted us because those people had spoken to Sergeant Lai Min, and they suspected that we had joined those people. Humph, now it's as they wish!"

Thinking of Christopher's past misdeeds, Julius suddenly realized that the experience of these deserters might be related to the Doomsday Seekers sect that Christopher was involved in.

Those believers believed that the end of the world was coming, and they had to make all preparations to survive the disaster before then. For this reason, they had made all kinds of crazy and disordered actions, including but not limited to attacking the army, preaching near the church, and deliberately creating disasters to make others believe that the end of the world was approaching, so they were wanted in various countries.

There was a contact person for them in Gevo, who would that be?

He wanted to listen more, so as to find more evidence to prove his point, but the riders stopped talking and were about to start again.

The werewolf finally made a move, its body leaning out from behind the tree, holding the trunk with only one hand to maintain the balance of the human standing posture, and none of the riders turned back.

This was not a coincidence, these deserters were already very tired, their number was more than the number of horses, there were nearly twenty people squeezed on ten horses, and many horses were led out before they were saddled, so the two-person-a-horse had to hold on to the person in front to stabilize their bodies, and one hand had to be free to take weapons, turning around was impossible for them.

For such a bloated and exhausted team, it was not an easy task to take precautions in advance even if they knew the danger.

The werewolf stared at them from behind the tree.

At this moment, it did not look like a wolf, but more like a snake.

The skinny black body was almost drained of energy, and the bones under the fur protruded, allowing people to see the outline of the bones. The posture and expression gave people a sense of coldness, entanglement, and excessive insidiousness. Even though Julius couldn't see the front of it, he could feel the overflowing malice.