Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 464: The Secret of Kong Lione

Orenste's ancestors were hereditary court physicians, and every body executed by the executioner on the land of Weiodi had to pass through their hands before being buried underground.

The executioners of the Duke's family are naturally the werewolves of Conrionay.

There was a time when Orenste and Conrionay seemed to be on good terms.

Hence the old proverb of Viodia: "Black Conglione, red Oranste."

But is the relationship between the two really as close as outsiders think?
Not so, Conrionet would say.

The act of dissecting corpses has been considered blasphemous since ancient times, and among the executed prisoners there were many pagans and devil worshipers. Some of the secrets carried on their corpses may have been obtained by Oranste, secretly corrupting the family.

Many people believed this, and even the Duke's continued reservation of seats at court for them could not clear them of the suspicion.

Historically, several archbishops of Viodi have prohibited local clergy from baptizing children in Oranst.

The Orans did not complain about such discrimination; they just worked silently, prayed silently, donated money to the church silently, maintained a pious demeanor, did not conflict with anyone, did not defend themselves, as if there was no mechanism called hatred in their hearts.

Each of them lived a reclusive life until they caught the wind of the times and became rich, and then they appeared in public more often.

Winged snakes also appeared during this time.

There are many different opinions about the relationship between them. No one knows whether Orlanst created the Winged Serpents or the Winged Serpents accepted Orlanst.

Only one thing is certain.

They are indeed heretics.

An old man in a long robe and with white hair stood barefoot in front of Conrionay's castle.

This castle is not a famous castle because it has never participated in any war, so even if its owner is famous for his bravery and built this fortress with his own hands, it cannot share any honor.

Outsiders don’t know its name, and locals don’t really know it either.

Because of the color of the castle's outer walls, the people of Bodalabik called it the Black Castle. This was not its real name, but as more and more people called it that, even the Kongriones gradually called it that, and thus the real name "Night Howling Castle" was lost in history.

However, this old man reawakened the name.

"The master of Nighthowl Castle hasn't visited the woodland for a long time."

The word reached the steward through the servants, and then went up through Shurien to the elders.

So the old man was received by Elder Maxim.

In the upper level of the castle tower, the huge but old and blind werewolf was still praying as he had done in the past in a room that was relatively small compared to his size.

Its food intake has decreased a lot compared to the past, and it only eats one roe deer a day.

Before the old man entered the room, Elder Maxim's residence had been cleaned, and there were not many bones and meat paste scattered on the ground. Although it was still dirty and smelled of blood, the old man seemed to be accustomed to it, and he sat on the ground very neatly.

The huge werewolf elder put down his hands that were clasped in prayer and supported them on the ground. At the same time, he retracted his legs and squatted down as if forcing himself to do something.

"I know you, Gregory, one of the high priests of the Druids. You have allied with the Brotherhood of Love. How dare you come to us?"

Gregory smiled. Although his hair and beard were all white, he was still full of youthful energy. “The Brotherhood? Even if they succeed, they will only be a passing figure in the history of Viodi. I have higher hopes for you, Elder Maxim.”

As he spoke, he looked around. At the werewolf's feet, there stood a stone cross that looked like a tombstone pulled out of a cemetery.

The werewolf's deep voice echoed in the small room, like the echo of water rushing in an underground cave, with a refreshing rhythm.

"You are just a passer-by in Wei Ao Di. What qualifications do you have to judge anything?"

"Because I am the spokesperson for the will of nature." Gregory retracted his gaze: "In the past, the ancestors of Konglione also came from our holy land, Erhaite, but later they converted to the White Church for the sake of the land and began to learn to live in a human way. After that, no Konglione returned to Erhaite for pilgrimage. It was a wise decision at the time, but now the situation has changed. I believe that even if you can't see it, you should be able to hear it."

"You want us to defect from the White Church and re-convert to Druidism."

"exactly."

"That means we have to give up the truth." The werewolf said lightly, and it didn't sound like he was joking.

Gregory unconsciously showed an expression of surprise on his face.

"It seems that the facts are different from what I thought. I thought converting to the White Church was a means for you to pursue secularization. But it seems that you don't have a good relationship with the local diocese, even with the Yellow Light Society."

"We don't believe in the priesthood. We believe in the truth of the White Church's doctrines." The werewolf stretched out his claws, picked up a leftover bone - probably a deer's leg bone, about the length of a human forearm - and drew a circle on the ground in front of Gregory.

The friction between the bones and the ground was hoarse and unpleasant.

"I think you should understand that even though we are the people of the moon, most of our food is still produced under the sun."

"So even though we worship the moon the most, the sun is also an indispensable existence in our hearts."

"Although Druids worship the sun and the moon, your worship of the sun and the moon is the same as your worship of mountains and rivers. We cannot accept this. This is simply equating the sacred with the mundane."

"Since the envoys of Erhaite have come to Wei'aodi, we might as well make it clear. There is another reason why we refuse to return to Erhaite. Even an old guy like me can see that after thousands of years of inheritance, Druidism has made very few innovations. You are still performing ancient rituals, worshiping gods that have long disappeared, and resisting the corruption of the world of money." "Druidism is not so much a religion as it is a group of nostalgic old people living the way of the past."

“A way of life?” Gregory raised his eyebrows. “Being seen as a way of life is the highest compliment a religion can receive.”

Maxim was noncommittal: "Perhaps, but you have no advantage over other religions. Even if we exclude the growing influence of the White Church in the south, whether it is Druidism or Shamanism, the relative of Druids, in Fisbrica, this new continent in the west, there are actually indigenous religions with exactly the same doctrines, just like brothers you have never met."

"There are wise people everywhere who can see the truth, and the truth is universal," said Gregory.

"No, it just shows that you are as backward as the natives of the colonies."

This was almost a humiliation, but Gregory still maintained a calm attitude, unlike when he faced the shaman Gasherov and vented his anger.

In front of a seventeen-foot-tall werewolf, any temper should be restrained.

Gregory's strength is already incredible for a weak individual like a human, but facing Maxim, a werewolf over 200 years old, even though he is old and frail, Gregory has absolutely no chance of winning.

"As far as I know, there is also a religion in the Western Continent that controls miracles, and their beliefs are the same as those of the White Church."

"You mean Azalus." When the old werewolf mentioned the sun god in the Loren dialect, he snorted contemptuously, and a gust of wind suddenly blew in the room.

In fact, it doesn't even like the name Corolla.

Carola means flower crown. It was once a female name - or at least a neutral name, as few men would be called this. It was only because the establishment of the Trinity was mixed with the ideas of the Yellow Light Society, which worshipped the feminine power of the sun, that the influence of the Trinity was very large in the country. In addition, Dorne loved the pioneer Witch King in the earliest dynasty, so this feminine name became a symbol of the domestic Godfather.

In many other places, people still call Heavenly Father Jorka.

The goddess's kindness is good, but her unparalleled power is the proof that God is God.

"You probably only know the name Azaleas, but have not paid attention to the follow-up of this sect. When our church appeared in Fisbrica to preach, after four days of debating scriptures with local monks, the indigenous priests who once believed in Azaleas also began to convert. The conversion of these former state priests of Loren is the foundation of the kingdom's rule in Loren."

"Their submission shows that they were conquered by more advanced truths, and their existence proves the victory of scholastic theology."

Gregory was almost speechless after hearing Maxim's remarks.

After a few seconds of silence, he said, "It's my mistake. Let's put this topic aside. Maybe the benefits will move you more."

The old werewolf laughed in a low voice: "How tempting do you think wealth is to a being like me?"

"It's not wealth." Gregory said. His next words finally made Maxim fall into a huge emotional fluctuation: "I know you are looking for the first Conlionai, the wolf knight. If you are willing to return to the arms of Erhaite and worship the underwater city, the fairy king Aeschylus will open the door to the fairyland for you, so that you don't have to sacrifice blood to the living privately all the time."

Maxim straightened his huge body, instantly filling half the room. The muscles on his nose wrinkled layer by layer, and his cloudy eyes wrapped in white film seemed to have suddenly regained their sight, tightly locked on the guest. A power that was enough to stop one's heart was rapidly growing in the room.

Gregory, who was sitting in front of it, did not stand up, but all the muscles on his exposed limbs began to spasm, and he twisted away from the werewolf as if he was a living creature that could sense fear.

Even though he had lost his eyes, Maxim's thoughts were already able to generate this power similar to the evil eye spell.

Maxim ultimately chose not to kill Gregory.

The terrifying power disappeared the moment it made the decision. The werewolf hunched over and returned to its shaky, exhausted and weak state.

"I really should have hunters shoot down all the birds in the sky." Its tone didn't sound like a joke.

Since his decline, Conrionay has been trying to regain his status.

They tried everything, including but not limited to merging with the Blood Eye Clan. Last year, it and other powerful werewolf elders realized that the barrier between Fairyland and the real world was beginning to weaken, so finding the ancestor who entered Fairyland many years ago became a priority.

As long as the ancestors come back, everything will be fine.

Conriona and others firmly believe this.

As a werewolf family with a long heritage, Kong Lione certainly knew the way to open the wonderland. They used the list of cleaning up Basbe to capture the necessary sacrifices, imprisoned them in the abandoned dock area, and attempted blood sacrifices again and again.

Fairyland is a taboo in the church. Such heretical behavior naturally violates clergy and social morality, so they have always kept this secret.

No one should know this.

But the Druids have damn good bird divination.

Gregory's muscles became firm again, and his expression remained unchanged, but one could feel that he was indeed a lot more relaxed.

"This is no secret. In the past two months, many powerful people from the ancient generations have chosen to reappear in this world that has become extremely corrupt and stinking. They are fighting for the deserved benefits for their descendants and future generations, and trying to purify the world itself."

"Many archdruids have also returned. This is why our sect decided to leave the forest and fight for its own legitimate interests."

“Stop playing the aristocratic game. Rather than these false prosperity, how to better enjoy the truth is what we should focus on.”

"Forget it." The old werewolf said lazily, "Whether to return to Elhaite or stay in human society, our ancestors have already made the decision. How can I make the decision for him?"

This reaction stunned Gregory for a moment, and then he opened his eyes wide.

"Have you found him?"

(End of this chapter)