"It was a Werewolf." After examining the wounds on the corpse, Winter Wolf immediately determined the cause of death. "A Werewolf is hiding in your territory."
"I remember yesterday was a Full Moon, so he couldn't restrain himself and transformed."
"In the end, he killed one of your subjects."
Hearing Winter Wolf's words, Lu Xingshi's heart sank as well.
A Werewolf was not some foreign race, but a hereditary curse.
When the Full Moon arrived, the curse took effect, forcing its victim to turn into a Werewolf and unable to suppress the desire for Slaughter.
Fortunately, due to the current environment, killing a person—or sometimes merely getting blood on oneself—would return them to normal. If it had been the complete version of the Werewolf Curse, it would likely have demanded a massacre.
Correspondingly, the strength of a Werewolf transformed by the curse could be ignored.
Yet the aura it left behind was also too weak and dissipated quickly.
Otherwise, Lu Xingshi would not have failed to notice it.
It was not as though there was no way to avoid the curse taking effect. It was actually very simple: just do not look at the Full Moon.
This was not the Age of Gods, when even curses had been stronger. Back then, simply seeing the moonlight of a Full Moon or being illuminated by it would cause a transformation. Moreover, they had been extraordinarily bloodthirsty and powerful. Even an ordinary person, after becoming a Werewolf, possessed strength no less than that of a Formal Knight or wizard.
Now, though, it was rather ordinary.
To put it bluntly, two or three hunters could hunt one down. Even the curse had fallen out of its proper environment.
"Is there a way to find out who it is?" Lu Xingshi asked.
"If you bring