Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 449 Bloody Cleansing (Part )

At three o'clock in the morning, Opiros took a last look at the lights of the East District buildings, then silently jumped down from the towering crane at the dock and landed among his many tribesmen. The light spots in the werewolves' pupils floating in the darkness were like will-o'-the-wisp.

"let's go."

Around him, the Conriones were all wearing clothes that could still be attached to their bodies after being deformed. It was expected that when the incident was over, the clothes would inevitably be torn and stained with blood, exposed to the eyes of the citizens, but by then it would no longer be evidence of guilt, but a symbol of Conrione's honor.

Tonight they will repay the insults this city has inflicted on them.

The sparse moonlight leaked through the holes in the black fog covering the sky, giving them confidence and strength.

A gentleman named Suavare had just escaped from a charity dinner. He rented an idle public carriage on the roadside and planned to take a nap in the carriage before rushing home. He never expected that this supposedly peaceful journey would be ruthlessly destroyed, and the strange things he experienced next were recorded in a book called "Night Road Stories" fifteen years later.

"I will never forget what happened that night. I said goodbye to my friends. I was drunk and felt dizzy. I wanted to go out for some fresh air. It was very cold that day. I gradually regained consciousness as soon as I walked out of the door."

"It's not gentlemanly to walk at night, so I hailed a cab on the side of the road. It was a really nice cab. The carriage had a shiny black exterior and no roof, which was just right for me to get some fresh air. It was pulled by a tall plow horse. These strong animals were almost one and a half times the height of a man, with strong muscles and white hot air coming out of their nostrils at any time."

"The coachman was strong and a talkative man. We chatted about the latest news and his life in the countryside along the way."

"He is from Bodalabik. He came to the city to make a living when he was fourteen. He has basically stayed here for half his life."

"He told me about a local legend. It is said that the Duke who once ruled Viodi once recruited warriors who could transform into wolves as his knights. I have never believed in such things, but at that time, all kinds of strange things did happen in the city for a while. If you still have the newspapers published in Viodi at that time, you will know that what I said is true. Anyway, I happened to be skeptical about such legends at that time, so I continued to talk about this topic."

"He told me that this legendary wolf knight is the ancestor of today's Lord Berdarabik. He used to be a mercenary and wandered around until he came to Viodi. At that time, the Duke of Viodi held a competition. Both nobles and commoners could participate. The winner would receive his generous rewards. Including but not limited to the title of knight."

"In order to obtain his own land, the Wolf Knight fought bravely and finally won the championship in the competition, gaining the coveted land and honor."

"Then the Duke gave him a new gift, a marriage with favorable conditions. The girl was the daughter of another knight. The Wolf Knight readily agreed."

"During the war, the Wolf Knight completed one difficult task after another for the Duke, and the land he was granted became larger and larger. However, the anger in his heart and his wolf nature grew with the killings, and he eventually became insane."

"After the war, the first thing he did when he returned home was to let the vicious dog eat his newborn baby, and then he killed his crying wife. When the news got out, his father-in-law was furious and fought with him, and died in his hands. In the end, he donated a large sum of money to the church to bring back his illegitimate children and restore their status. Only then did he have his own heir to the territory."

"The Duke did not ignore him because of this incident. Instead, he gave him more opportunities to make achievements. In the rest of his life, Wolf Knight Konglione fought everywhere, and the fiefdom he was granted eventually expanded to the entire Berdalabik. For this legendary figure, his death was also unusual. In the three months before his death, he was still fighting desperately, fighting against the criminals of Wei Aodi, as well as those unwelcome wandering knights and pagans."

"It is said that he knew the time of his own death, but he did not show mercy to the lives of others. Before his death, he brought all the prisoners back to his territory and refused their requests for ransom in exchange for their lives. He only breathed his last after chopping off all their heads."

"But some people claimed that Conlionet was not dead because his body was covered with a white cloth when he was buried, so his true face could not be seen, and his children did not look very sad. During the funeral, someone saw a huge black wolf watching from a distance, and it did not leave until the funeral was over."

"Skeptics believe that the ancient tomb is actually empty, and that the cursed blood ritual that the Duke's Wolf Rider received from the pagans has extended his life and changed his form. He may still be fighting somewhere in the world."

"Although the Wolf Rider disappeared, all his descendants inherited his bravery. Until fifty years ago, they were still the defenders of Wei'aodi."

"The driver half-jokingly told me that the people of Berdalabik also believed that the Conrionai also inherited the wolf blood of their ancestors and were a thorough werewolf family. Conrionai did not respond to such widespread speculation, which may be a tacit understanding."

"The story told by the driver is very detailed and complete. It is definitely not something a countryman could make up. I believe this story must have been circulating in Bodalabik and Viodi for a long time, but there are indeed some loopholes in it."

"The descendants of Conlionai still exist today. If they were werewolves, they would definitely leave traces."

"When I mentioned this, the driver suddenly became serious. He told me that there was indeed something suspicious about the Conleone family. Wolf howls were often heard from the castle standing on the plain. Those nobles also often walked around openly with wolves. However, this can also be explained by their unique interests. There is only one thing that bothers him."

"When he was a child, he couldn't sleep, so he went out for a walk late at night. When he approached the castle, he saw a pair of huge glowing eyes looking at him in the empty window on the top floor of the tower. The bright green eyes were exactly the same as those of the Conriotes."

"Because of this experience, and the fact that there were fewer and fewer jobs available in the town, he decided to come to the city to develop, and he never went back, even though Berdalabik was so close."

"He seemed to be really troubled by this matter for a long time. I comforted him and said that maybe what he saw was not completely real. Because children cannot distinguish between dreams and reality, they often take things in dreams seriously, so they say things that adults find weird. Those eyes may just be what he saw in his dreams when he was young. When a child hears rumors about werewolves during the day, he will of course have such dreams at night."

"And according to legend, werewolves are extremely cruel and lustful. If Kong Lione and the others are werewolves, the people of Berdalabik will definitely be able to sense it."

"The driver thought about it and didn't find any reason for their cruelty. These Conriones are aloof and tyrannical. Only those they trust can work around them, but they haven't heard of any punishment for those they don't trust. Taxation is just as bad as other places, nothing special."

"As for lust, Conrionai and their relatives didn't show anything special. The only suspicious thing was that they rarely moved out and always lived together in that dark and tall castle. Moreover, neither Conrionai nor their relatives were willing to marry the locals. Their spouses were either relatives several generations apart or young men and women that the locals had never seen before."

"Besides that, they were fair judges. They also thought of many ways to make the people rich after Berdalabik fell into decline due to land pollution."

"But the villagers are still afraid of them." "When members of the Conglione travel, everyone on the street must bow their heads and remain silent. They must report to them if they meet outsiders. At night, they are forbidden to wander the streets, and they are not allowed to harm wolves and dogs. There is no explanation for such rules, but they are passed down from the older generation and are regarded as common sense by people."

"His words finally began to give me some sense of mystery."

"The driver couldn't remember the source of this fear. He had never seen anyone break the rules, so he didn't know the consequences of doing so. He left home when he was fourteen, and the time he spent growing up in his hometown was too short. Because the North District was deserted, it became very difficult and dangerous to go home. After he came to the city, he never went back."

"Apart from that late-night experience, he actually didn't encounter anything else that could prove Conlionai's werewolf bloodline. So after hearing my explanation, he began to doubt his past experiences."

"Just as this topic was about to end, a strange beast roar came from far behind us. It was extremely harsh in the quiet night."

"It sounded like a wolf howling, 'What a coincidence we just mentioned wolves', I was thinking."

"But we didn't take it seriously. It's not uncommon for wild animals to break into cities. This may not be a wild beast. Nowadays, many rich people like to raise wild animals to show off their wealth. Animal trainers are in short supply. This may be a pet that escaped from their house."

"I thought at the time, there is nothing to worry about. The hoof of the horse pulling the cart is bigger than my head and can easily kick the wolf's head and crush it. The driver doesn't take it seriously."

"But soon, the sound of wolf howling began to be heard one after another, and it was getting closer and closer. We were no longer as reassured as before."

"At this moment, the smell of a beast caught up with us. I can't describe it accurately. It is not the fragrance when opening a perfume bottle, nor is it the fragrance of flowers. It is alive, rich and evil, making people feel ominous and terrified from the bottom of their hearts."

"I have never smelled anything like this before, but I just know that the smell on the wind is blasphemous, as if my ancestors had personally resisted this evil, not just one generation, but many generations. Not only did they fight it, but many unfortunate people were also swallowed by it. Their fear was transmitted to me through my blood. My heart almost froze in my chest. I dared not rise and fall, and soon I was so weak that I had to hold my chest and lean back against the back of the seat."

"The driver's reaction was even stronger than mine. He let out a shrill cry, and his whole body began to tremble, and he huddled up into a ball."

"The whip fell from his cramped hand, but there was no need to urge it. The horse pulling the cart also began to go crazy. It neighed violently, raised its front hooves, and then ran wildly without any instructions. The powerful brute force pulled us quickly, and the scenery slid backwards on both sides. It was so fast that it was almost like riding on a train. It was the first time I saw a plow horse being able to burst out at such a speed."

“But it’s no use.”

"I didn't need to use my eyes to see. The huge sense of oppression controlled my heartbeat and breathing, letting me know how far away the danger was. And as the suffocation intensified, I knew it was getting closer and closer."

"The howling of wolves was right next to my ears, and the huge heat and fishy smell were carried by the wind."

“I mustered up the courage to look back and saw a huge black torrent gathering on the street, chasing us.”

"Many black shadows passed through the streets and approached us. Each of them was huge, shaped like a giant wolf, but I knew they were definitely not wolves, but something more terrifying. They were as fast as the wind, and their eyes glowing in the darkness were like hellfire. I could sense that the energy in their bodies was so powerful that the hot air from their breath alone was enough to turn this street into midsummer."

"The plow horses pulling the carts tried desperately to take us away from these shadows, like a lone boat on the sea with a full boiler trying to escape the huge waves, but we were eventually caught up by them."

"Luckily, we are not their target."

"The huge black wolf shadows surrounded us, but they did not attack our carriage. They even ignored us and continued to surge forward amid the wolf howls, as if they would never get tired."

“When they came close to the carriage, I could really feel the magical power of their howling, which connected them into one whole.”

"They appear to be separate entities, but in reality they are as inseparable as the water in the ocean."

"But I am completely different from them when I hear the sound. The sound enters my ears and penetrates me, but I am still myself and have not been absorbed by them. Their existence is independent of the world. I can conclude that they are not creatures of this world."

"This evil torrent keeps advancing. It's not going to devour me, but it's definitely going to devour other lives."

"This idea is very immoral, but I am indeed extremely grateful for having escaped the clutches of death. At that time, this joy even diluted my fear - I hope they will never change their target and continue to harm whoever they originally wanted to harm. They must not be like Charles who was caught in a dilemma. In the end, that person got nothing and could only spend the rest of his life in poverty."

"Speaking of which, after being surrounded by the wolves, our horses were still running uncontrollably, dragging the vehicle forward in the wolf pack. But compared to the giant wolves on both sides moving forward at a high speed, I, who was slumped in the seat, actually had the illusion that I was moving backwards."

"When the hurricane passed and the evil went away, the carriage finally came to a slow stop."

"In the chaos, the driver disappeared without a trace. The streets were deserted, and there was no one to turn to for help. It took me several minutes to muster up the courage to get off the cart. I saw the horse collapsed to the ground. I saw fear in the animal's eyes, just as I did. Its chest and abdomen were heaving violently, and large pieces of white foam accumulated at the corners of its mouth. Sweat formed a puddle under its strong body."

"Just seconds after I approached it, it died."

"I turned back to look for the driver and found him lying about 30 meters behind the car with a broken neck."

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