Although the Werewolf passing through Lino City were not attracted by Norton, there were still familiar Werewolf packs monitoring the Lino City Lino City.
This is the one monitoring Norton.
In the jungle surrounding Lino City.
The night was deep, and the woods, obscuring the moonlight, were pitch black.
"Huff, huff, huff..." The panting sound, like that of a large dog, could be faintly heard in the woods, and a green light flashed by in the dense jungle.
Compared to ordinary wolves, Werewolf have stronger night vision.
This night vision ability makes their eyes appear to glow, but in reality, they are diffuse light sources that are focused and reflected.
"Awooo!!!"
A wolf's howl echoed through the jungle, mournful and terrifying.
But compared to the terrifying Werewolf howling, the silent hunter in the night was even more frightening to it.
A familiar presence followed closely behind it.
There was no sound of any creature moving in the dense forest, but the Werewolf could clearly sense that the creature was getting closer and closer. Even the icy aura emanating from its massive body could easily pierce its lungs, making it difficult to breathe.
This caused the Werewolf to let out a whimpering sound, like a dog in a hurry.
A crimson streak flashed through the pitch-black night, swift as the wind as it chased after the green fluorescence, rapidly approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Sensing the approaching presence behind him, the Werewolf, knowing he couldn't escape, quickly stopped running. He then stood on his feet, his nearly two-meter-tall frame stretched out, arms outstretched, poised to attack at any moment. His oily green eyes were fixed on the dark forest behind him, and he barked a warning bark.
However, Norton would still be afraid of a pack of Werewolf. After all, even a master could be defeated by a flurry of punches, and with enough numbers, even God would be worn down bit by bit.
How could this Werewolf possibly compare to Norton's strength?
Let alone intensity, Norton's ability to maintain peak physical condition under high-intensity pursuit is the most unbeatable skill.
"Puff!"
The Werewolf faced behind him, but a slender figure swept past him from behind, and a withered arm pierced the Werewolf's heart without any resistance.
"Awooo!" A howl like a dog came from the Werewolf's mouth, but it was followed by a withered mouth full of sharp teeth that came around from behind and bit into its neck.
The sharp teeth pierced the Werewolf's throat artery, and scalding blood entered Norton's mouth. The sensation of life brought Norton an unforgettable experience.
The Werewolf, nearly two meters tall, was impaled on one heart by Norton and restrained by the other. Without any semblance of resistance, it became his prey.
Compared to the battle on the cliff a few years ago, Norton has grown considerably in both combat experience and fighting ability.
The blood of Werewolf is unique among animals, possessing a vitality far exceeding that of ordinary deer or antelopes.
As for human blood? Perhaps obese nobles and Church personnel could be considered suitable blood food, but as for the emaciated poor, it would be good enough if he could suck their blood; they were really not suitable to be Norton's prey.
The benefits of taking a few puffs might not even outweigh the energy expenditure from the act of inhaling.
A terrifying beast nearly two meters tall was being gripped and devoured by a slender, bizarre figure, but unfortunately, no one was there to witness this classic horror movie scene in the dense forest.
Norton's withered skin made his physique look far less robust than that of Werewolf Werewolf, and he was not as imposing in stature.
But that slender figure was strange and bizarre, and looked full of evil.
Norton's ingestion did not cause his stomach to swell at all, or rather, his withered body seemed to lack a stomach system altogether to maintain its optimal condition. Instead, the blood absorbed was directly circulated throughout his body, becoming nutrients for his continued growth.
The Vampire in this world are far more bizarre than the Vampire in the movies and TV shows Norton watched in his previous life.
But that's normal; there's also a so-called Blood Clan movie where the Vampire's true form is an insect.
Norton carelessly tossed the Werewolf's corpse into the woods, then ran quickly towards Lino City.
The Werewolf's howl must have attracted the attention of the surrounding wolves; if he doesn't leave soon, he might find himself in another chase.
As for wolf pelts...
This thing is truly useless. Its stench far surpasses that of a common wild deer, and its fur is far from soft. Although each wolf hair isn't as hard as a steel needle, it's as stiff as the bristles on pigskin. Peeling it off is utterly pointless.
As for why they didn't use a sneak attack to kill them all?
Damn it, this is a source of high-quality food! Norton doesn't have a habit of wasting food!
Although he's currently being chased and is in a pretty bad situation by Werewolf, Norton firmly believes that he will eventually grow to the point where he can ignore them.
After confirming that he hadn't attracted the Werewolf Lino City, Norton's previous guilt vanished.
He continued to live in Lino City with a clear conscience, continuing to squat at his usual crossroads every day, observing the Church's every move.
It seemed that the Werewolf ' unusual behavior had made Karl's household more strictly controlled, which greatly increased the intervals between his visits.
However, each time he came, he would bring Norton a lot of information that had been accumulating.
After several observations, the Church in Lino City also discovered that the Werewolf Lino City were merely passing through, which eased the atmosphere in the city slightly. But it was more like the calm before the storm.
Regardless of what happened in Lino City, something big must have happened in Holy Lord City.
Two or three months later, on Karl's third visit, he brought Norton some rather shocking news.
" Holy Lord City has been taken over by Werewolf, Mr. Norton. That's what my father told me; I overheard his conversation with Bishop Good. They said the Werewolf are gathering in Holy Lord City, and Bishop Rosen is frantically appealing to the Church for help. And they seem to be piling up; they might be planning something big!"
Bishop Good was a low-ranking bishop in Lino City, roughly equivalent to a mayor of a city. His words carried considerable credibility because this rank allowed him to touch the core of the Church.
"This shouldn't be the case. Although Werewolf are somewhat intelligent, their intelligence is mostly focused on hunting. How could they suddenly gather such a large group? Could it be because of what the Church found in Holy Lord City, as mentioned last time?" Norton frowned.
He felt he understood Werewolf quite well because he had been dealing with Werewolf for the past few years.
While Werewolf possess some intelligence compared to wolves, this improvement is primarily manifested in cooperative hunting and group coordination. They remain essentially wild beasts and cannot comprehend deeper human concepts such as national sentiment and familial bonds.
Therefore, it is impossible for Werewolf to gather on a large scale between different tribes. This is as strange as getting primitive tribes with blood feuds to put aside their hatred and come together to form a completely new country. Their intelligence has advanced by tens of thousands of years!
"Do you know what the Church obtained in Holy Lord City last time?" Norton asked Karl was standing in front of him.
"I don't know, Mr. Norton. It seems even Bishop Good doesn't know. I heard them say the shipment was sent directly to the Holy See without interruption."