Casting spells

Obviously, what Xini has to do is to drive this team into a desperate situation bit by bit by letting each other kill each other.

Zhang Cheng has prepared a wonderful script in advance, and her task is to ensure that all "actors" will appear in the right place at the right time...

Chapter 486 Fake Justice

At night, after a busy day, Joey finally dragged his exhausted body slowly back to the temporary hotel where he was staying. He was completely unaware that the terrible veterinary virus had flowed through the blood vessels all over his body, but occasionally he felt itchy on the wound.

In fact, a few hours before the lycanthropy is infected, some special herbs and spells can be used to prevent the mutation of the body.

But after a few hours, when the virus is absorbed by various organs, there is no possibility of cure.

To put it simply, lycanthropy is an irreversible one-way genetic mutation. The infected person will transform from intelligent creatures such as humans, elves, and dwarves into a special state between half-human and half-animal, and usually maintains the human form , transform into a half-beast form when in danger, so as to gain more powerful power.

Whether it is the common werewolves and ratmen, or the rare catmen, lionmen, and tigermen, they are all a kind of lycanthropy.

But it's a pity that Joey obviously didn't know this yet. He pushed open the door and walked into the room, sat down on the chair, and complained with a sullen face: "You can never imagine what happened to me today. Some A lunatic who actually bit me from behind while I wasn't paying attention."

"Bite you?!" The half-elf druid subconsciously frowned.

"Yes! Look, this is the wound." In order to prove that he was not lying, Joey pulled off his collar, revealing the bite marks that were almost scarred.

"Damn it! How long have you been bitten?" The half-elf druid just glanced at it, his pupils shrank instantly, and he asked loudly in a serious tone.

She was so tense that even the paladin, who was praying to the God of Justice, couldn't help but look over at her.

"Uh...it's almost ten hours..." Joey replied a little at a loss.

Although he didn't understand that his teammates would suddenly become nervous, he knew that he seemed to be in trouble.

"What?! Ten hours! You idiot! Why didn't you come back immediately after being bitten?" The half-elf druid roared furiously, shaking all over his body.

"Calm down! Little girl! Tell me, what happened?" The dwarf was afraid of a fierce quarrel, so he stood up and stood between the two of them.

The druid ignored the nervous look of the dwarf and explained through gritted teeth: "It's lycanthropy! He was bitten by a lycanthropy! Did you see the wound? Do you think normal wounds will heal within ten hours? "

"Lycanthropy?!" The dwarf's face changed drastically when he heard the word. "Oh—damn it! It seems like the moon is full today..."

Before he finished speaking, Joey suddenly stared blankly at the bright moonlight in the night sky outside the window.

next second...

His body began to swell rapidly, and his well-developed muscles tore his clothes in the blink of an eye. The thick hair on his body was as thick as grass, and his head was stretched violently along with his skull, eventually turning into the head of a canine.

"Aww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Accompanied by a loud wolf howl, Joey finally completed the first transformation of lycanthropy. His two blood-red eyes were full of primitive and savage desires, and they kept sweeping around the other three people in the room.

"Not good! Stop him!" Druid undoubtedly understood the danger of werewolves very well, and loudly reminded his teammates.

However, several other werewolves who had been ambushing around broke in directly through the window, and immediately launched a frenzied attack.

Although Joey, who transformed for the first time, completely succumbed to animal nature, he seemed to be able to recognize his own race subconsciously. Instead of attacking the werewolf, he opened his bloody mouth to his former companions.

"Retreat! Back to the street!" The paladin swung his magic sword and forced back two werewolves who were pounced on him, and he was the first to jump out of the window.

As a symbol of kindness and order, the most unacceptable thing for her is to involve innocent people during the battle, so leaving the hotel with more people is the only choice.

The dwarves and druids followed closely behind, and the small space was also not suitable for them to play.

Just like that, six werewolves, an adventurous team with only three left, set off on the main road in the east city of Luskan, ready to fight to the death.

But before the two sides started the second round of competition, a dirty little beggar suddenly ran out from the darkness, holding a bowl of hot soup and half a piece of black bread in his hand. .

Seeing this scene, the young paladin immediately couldn't help but remind loudly: "Run! Child! Run!"

But this poor little beggar seemed to be frightened by the tall and fierce werewolf, and he stood there stupidly.

His weakness instantly aroused the primitive killing instinct in Ian's mind, he opened his bloody mouth and rushed over, biting the little beggar's neck.

"No!!!!!!!!!!" The paladin let out a heart-piercing roar, rushed forward with a stride, and chopped off the head of his former companion with a sword in his hand.

"Bastard! What are you doing?! You killed Joey!" The dwarf pushed the crazy paladin away, his eyes full of anger.

He couldn't believe that his best human friend would die by his own hands.

Similarly, the half-elf druid was also dumbfounded, looking at the head on the ground that gradually returned to its original appearance, and the little beggar's dead body.

There is no doubt that the current development of the situation has far exceeded their expectations.

Taking advantage of the moment when the three of them were stunned, the werewolves who achieved their goal quickly turned around and jumped into a sewer entrance not far away. Their mission had been completed, and there was no need to risk their lives to fight the enemy head-on.

Staring at the dark red blood across the sword, the out-of-control paladin seemed to have finally come to his senses. He couldn't help but hit several ships all over his body, and muttered to himself with blank eyes: "I killed Joe!" I... I failed to save that child... Great Tyr! Where is the justice? Where is the justice?!"

With the last word blurted out!

A holy light left her body!

Anyone with a little common sense knows that this is because she has questioned her beliefs and thus lost the gift of the gods.

……

On the other side, Xini, who was hiding at the end of the sewer, observed all this through the crystal ball, and immediately raised the corner of her mouth and sarcastically said: "The master is indeed right! Hypocritical justice usually doesn't last long, and most of the time it only needs to be artificially created. Small contradictions and conflicts, the fall will come as expected. Next, let me see your potential, after all, your fall is not deep enough right now, and there is still the possibility of being redeemed."

anger!

remorse!

pain!

despair!

At this moment, the young paladin's heart was filled with strong negative emotions. She didn't understand why she lost control and killed her companions, and she didn't understand why she couldn't save such an innocent little beggar who was implicated. Initiate revenge and make the other party pay the price in blood.

Chapter 487 The Trap

Luskan's dark sewers were originally a lair occupied by ratmen, gangsters and pirates, and even some monsters crawled in along the mouth of the sea.

However, since Zhang Cheng launched the big purge, most of them have been cleaned up, leaving only a small number of black market merchants under the control of the Mage Tower who occasionally appear to do some shady business.

But tonight, two batches of strange visitors were ushered in here, one of them were werewolves with thick hair all over their body, and the other were members of the Harper Alliance who followed closely behind the werewolves.

Especially the young woman who was walking in front of the team, her eyes were burning with angry flames, she completely lost the most important virtues of a paladin - humility and rationality, like a lunatic, no matter what she encountered, she directly chopped the opponent down overturned.

Her silver armor, now stained with blood and filthy water, seemed to foreshadow the tragedy to come.

"Eleanor! We have to talk!" the half-elf druid panted while leaning on his staff.

"No! There is nothing to talk about! What happened to Joey and that innocent child is all my responsibility! I am obliged to avenge them!" The paladin held his long sword tightly, his face gloomy and frightening.