Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 437: Madman's Ramblings

The wild wolf's tone was so humble that the werewolves of the Black Claw clan found it difficult to react to his true intentions.

What does "Thank you for coming to see me" mean?
If someone who didn't know the situation heard it, they would think it was a friendly visit.

Although he did not cooperate with the guards to eliminate them, it is an indisputable fact that he led them into a deadly trap at the beginning.

What exactly does this wild wolf want to do?
Clayton Bello quickly gave them his explanation.

"Gentlemen, I'm afraid you don't understand my recent troubles. This trouble may be common to many people, but most of them are unaware of it. Only those who are aware of it can appreciate its horror. I have only been aware of it for a short time, but it has almost brought me to the brink of destruction."

The warehouse was littered with corpses, blood, and the smell of gunpowder lingered. It didn't seem like a suitable place for a speech, but no one cared about that.

The wolfmen of Konglione listened quietly. Perhaps it was unwise to listen to the enemy, but they also needed some time to recover their strength. It would not be too late for them to take action after the wolf finished his story.

"Do you sometimes wonder about the meaning of your existence? The beauty of the past is gone in a flash, and the things that can ignite the fire of the soul are gone. The world before your eyes has lost its color, and you can't help but question - is it ourselves who have changed, or is it the world that has changed?"

"I lost my sense of identity and ambition. I had no one to care about, and no one cared about me. So I became a nobody, almost the same as being dead. This is how I am now. Because I am dead, I always wonder why so many people are still alive. For a long time, I seemed to be out of tune with the whole world."

Gerhardt slowly sat on a cargo box and commented on Clayton's situation: "I think this is just the result of loneliness. When people are lonely, they will have wild thoughts, either looking for a woman or finding something to do. Only when we are not idle can we find our own place."

Clayton Bello nodded sincerely: "Maybe you are right, I will keep your advice in mind. But even with the right direction, it will probably take some time to get out of this state. Your arrival really helped me a lot. This is exactly what I was going to say just now - I have been a nobody in the past few years, but your existence has given me a new identity."

At this point, a strange look flashed in his eyes, partly excitement and partly gratitude: "Now I am Conrionai's enemy!"

Clayton's words and expression were extremely sincere. At this moment, the werewolves of Black Claw were silent, feeling extremely absurd in their hearts.

How could there be such a person in the world?

They overcame numerous obstacles and risked their lives and honor just to kill such a madman?
Perhaps seeing what they were thinking, Clayton smiled.

"I don't expect you to understand me, so now" he threw his arms, "let's get this over with like men."

"You still haven't answered my question." The seriously injured werewolf captain reminded him.

Why the yellow-eyed werewolf did not cooperate with the warehouse guards to kill them remains a mystery.

"I'm not sure either. Maybe it's for the sake of fairness. But I'm not qualified to say this now. The guards I betrayed may have objections." Clayton moved his shoulders for the last time, then leaped suddenly, and emerged from his clothes like a living shadow, turning into a huge entity. This werewolf was half a foot taller than the tallest killer present, and his nails were like black sickles embedded in his fingertips.

"But there is another reason that is certain - a one-sided battle cannot satisfy me. I want to sweat and bleed a little, and it would be better if there is some uncertainty to see who will die here in the end. This way, I will have the pleasure of hard work and the fun of gambling. They will enrich my soul temporarily and make me forget those unhappy things. There is no better way to pass the time than this."

He stroked the extended wolf kiss with his monster-like black palm, as if tidying up his appearance, with a strange fire burning in his yellow eyes: "Thank you Dark Moon for giving me the power. I can still enjoy myself in this way when I am confused."

"You guys can't wait any longer, right?!" Clayton lowered his claws, flicked his sickle-like black nails, and swept his passionate eyes over Kong Lione and the others.

However, the moment he finished speaking, he suddenly rushed towards Gerhardt.

Silently and unexpectedly.

Sorodan and Lucas roared and stood in front of Gerhardt. One of them pressed against Clayton's shoulder and pushed the ground backward with his bent legs, but he still couldn't stop the terrible explosive force and was pushed back five steps.

Seeing that his attack had failed, the yellow-eyed werewolf suddenly turned around, jumped high on all fours, and reached the iron beam plank road that was suspended fourteen feet high.

He stuck to the bottom of the iron beam, hooked his claws on the edge of the iron bar, and his toenails were stuck in the gaps between the wire mesh to fix it. His movements were nimble and light, and there was almost no sound throughout the process.

As if ignoring the laws of nature, Clayton bent his legs and squatted there, his head upside down, with the world upside down, but his posture was extremely comfortable.

After seeing this enemy in action firsthand, the werewolves of the Black Claw clan realized that the intelligence they had about him did not match the information provided by the Clan Fang.

Elder Maxim did inflict heavy damage to the other party, but he has now recovered most of his fighting abilities.

This werewolf with the alias "Edwards" originally had the strength equivalent to that of the Clan Fang. Otherwise, Linde Conrionay would not have been in a hurry to win him over. The reason why he was defeated was because his opponent was the former clan leader Xiu Lien, who was the strongest among the Clan Fangs today and also carried a rare item with him.

In a one-on-one fight, none of these young killers could defeat him. Although they were outnumbered, they had just experienced a great battle and were seriously exhausted. Even if they outnumbered him, it was unclear who would win.

This is true.
Makes blood boil!

Even though they knew this was a mission, Sorodan and Lucas were excited by the enemy.

They are the descendants of Konglione, the followers of the moon, not killers, and will not always fight with those weaker than themselves. Clayton's last words also show that he is an excellent werewolf.

Only by defeating such an opponent can their honor be proven.

"I need to eat to recover from my injuries, you guys deal with him for a while." Gerhardt said. He didn't like eating human flesh, but he couldn't care less now.

The two werewolves had no objection and they walked towards Clayton.

As they approached, thick blood vessels emerged on Clayton's claws that were clasped on the edge of the plank road. The wire mesh "under" his feet began to vibrate gradually, and the frequency was getting faster and faster. It was his legs that caused this phenomenon. The muscles in his legs, which were already very strong, began to swell visibly again.

A terrible force was building up in his legs.

Both Sorodan and Lux ​​noticed this. They took precautions and kept a certain distance, but they still underestimated Clayton's power.

There was almost no sound, just like a spring vibrating, and Clayton's figure disappeared on the spot.

Sorodan disappeared almost as quickly as he had.

When a werewolf hits another werewolf, the sound it makes is also very small.

Clayton pressed his claws on Sorodan's chest. In no more than two seconds, he crushed his opponent like a sailor mopping the deck, probably for a distance of twenty yards. A huge and obvious palm-shaped dent appeared on Sorodan's chest, and his back was torn due to the intense friction, leaving a long black stain made of wolf hair and blood on the ground.

Clayton Bello howled wildly as he lifted up Sorodan and threw him at Lucas who had come running over. Then he jumped towards Gerhardt who was crawling beside a corpse in the corner, drinking blood and eating flesh.

"Forget about the snacks, come over for dinner!"

Seeing him approaching, Gerhardt raised his body, kicked back with his well-developed animal feet, and rushed forward in a cornering posture. Unexpectedly, Clayton suddenly stopped, staying in a position where he could not reach. When Gerhardt was almost able to stand firm, he swung his right arm and punched him in the face.

Gerhardt instinctively raised his elbow to meet the punch. With a dull thud, Clayton's fist was visibly deformed. He opened his injured right paw, his upper body leaned slightly to the left, the muscles on his nose wrinkled, his mouth opened angrily, revealing two rows of white fangs, and he seemed to be in extreme pain.

Gerhardt wanted to press on with his victory, but he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

The enemy's expression suddenly changed. His mouth was still grinning, but it was no longer angry. Instead, it looked like he was laughing.

Of course he should laugh, because his sharp left claw silently scratched Gerhardt's belly, deep enough to see his internal organs, which was much more serious than breaking a few fingers.

He tilted his body to lower the position of his left paw so that I wouldn't notice his movements. Gerhardt suddenly realized it, he covered his abdomen and staggered back, blood splattering on the ground as he passed.

"Is that the only extent?"

The yellow-eyed werewolf laughed and turned around, once again facing Lucas who was rushing towards him from behind. He used all his strength in this pounce, and they both fell out together and hit the bottom of a shelf heavily. The incredible weight of the two werewolves knocked it down, and after the shelf tilted, the numerous goods on it fell on them with a bang.

They wrestled with each other and smashed the miscellaneous objects to pieces.

Lucas is not a weakling. Although there is still some gap between his physique and Clayton's, he can still hold off the opponent for a while if he tries his best.

The environment also provided some conveniences - when the shelf fell, one of the gaps trapped him and Clayton together. When the shelf fell completely to the ground, the iron bars tripped their feet, making it difficult for them to move.

Clayton is larger and therefore more likely to be caught in a falling shelf.

Seeing that the enemy was in a state of difficulty in advancing or retreating, Lucas took the opportunity to inflict some injuries on him, but his fur was tougher than that of all his relatives and cousins, and the wounds began to heal before they even had time to bleed.

As they fought, Sorodan stood up, panting heavily. The depression in his chest gradually recovered, and the bleeding of Gerhardt's wound also stopped. Not far away, the werewolf newborn that was knocked down from the second floor by the warehouse supervisor with a large-caliber rifle also groaned and opened its eyes. It ignored the nearby battle and just slowly turned over and staggered towards the human corpse on the side.