A person in American horror, wearing two versions of The Witcher

The wolf king laughed after hearing this, and said sarcastically:

"Did you hear that? Hack, you're nothing but a beast who did evil just like me."

Stop pretending!

"Show your animalistic side."

"Didn't I promise you? As long as you offer me your bride, I will stop my revenge against you and leave this place?"

"Didn't you go after Lyra because of this, even after your father's recent death?"

"Didn't you prepare for this for months?"

Are you still newly married?

"I've been waiting for you, I've been waiting for you to keep your promise."

"You've been waiting for my promise, and now, I've finally waited for your wedding."

"But what? You've caught up with a great woman?"

"But then you regretted it?"

"Didn't you once say that it was only right to sacrifice one person to benefit the whole village?"

"What? After sacrificing your family members?"

"You're not willing anymore?"

Answer me!

The wolf king's furious roar once again elicited howls from the wolves outside the burrow.

Inside the cave, Leila stood frozen in place, forgetting what she wanted to say and forgetting to climb any further...

Or perhaps, she was too afraid to climb any further, fearing the suffocation that was even more terrifying than the wolf king!

"Kill me, kill me!" the werewolf Hack roared.

"No, that would be too easy on you. If that were the case, I wouldn't have taken such a big risk to come here tonight."

"I not only want your body to die, I also want your heart to die."

"I also want your family to see what kind of monster you are under your human skin."

"I want everything you promised me."

"I want you to feel the pain and despair that I once felt!"

"I might even spare your life..."

The truth now seems to be fully clear.

Hack, in his werewolf form, and his werewolf father massacred the village. One survivor, who somehow also became a werewolf, launched a full-scale revenge against Hack. Today should have been the end of that revenge…

Geralt made a subtle gesture to Roy.

Under the cat-like gaze, Roy could see clearly and nodded.

That was the signal they agreed upon before setting off to make their move.

It seems that the Wolf King's pronouncements on good and evil did not affect Geralt at all; Geralt still intends to kill the Wolf King.

Roy didn't have any objections to this.

Perhaps it was selfishness, but Roy felt that the impact of the Wolf King's questioning of right and wrong was not as infuriating and despairing as "at 3 a.m., the leader sent another set of revisions, stating that it would be at the morning meeting"...

Minor evils and major evils, right? All evil, right? Then you're better off...

Kill them all!

However, Geralt's gesture just now also included the implication that he should make the first move, and that Roy should follow suit.

Geralt probably wanted to save two women there!

"Kill me!" the werewolf Hack was still yelling.

"I want you to keep your promise and send me your new wife, Leila."

"Look how thoughtful I am! Not only did I go to great lengths to bring her here, but I also brought another woman with me."

"A foolish woman who would be deceived by your pretense and, out of jealousy, would give her sister-in-law to a werewolf."

"If you ask me, you two are truly a match made in heaven."

"Come on, Hark, bring me your Layla, and I'll strip this woman naked for you, hahahahahaha!"

"Come on, Huck!"

Tear!

The sound of cloth being torn rang out.

Geralt tightened his grip on his sword, but didn't move; he was still waiting for an opportunity.

"Awoo~"

Just then, a wolf howl, louder and deeper than any of the previous wolf howls, suddenly came from outside the cave.

The wolf king looked up in confusion.

Just then, a giant silver-edged wolf leaped down from the cave and pounced on him, knocking him to the ground.

This caused the widows in his hands to fall to the ground.

"Now!"

Geralt charged forward with his sword clenched, and the werewolf Hack beneath him also rallied, using both hands and feet, limping towards Lyra.

Roy, who was at the back, pointed his gun at Hack, but after hesitating for a moment, he immediately put down his rifle and picked up his fancy gun.

While he was distracted, Geralt had already rushed to the entrance of the passage.

And facing the widow lying on the ground before him, the wolf king rising again, and the giant wolf pouncing on him,

He pushed his palm out without hesitation:

"Aard Sign!"

An icy blue shockwave ripped out from his palm, tearing off the widow's hair and clothes, and striking the wolf king and the giant wolf.

The wolf king and the giant wolf were both knocked over by the shock.

Geralt finally had a chance to grab the widow and throw her behind him.

The wolf king was shaken off, but he also managed to break free from the giant wolf's entanglement.

And at this crucial moment, it didn't immediately flee out of the cave.

Instead, its eyes flashed with anger. It rolled over on the ground and, using all four limbs, truly resembled a wolf or a cat, stomping its way to the side wall of the entrance.

He attempted to bypass Geralt by running along the wall, heading straight for Lyra behind him.

The Witcher's spell had just been cast, and he needed a few seconds to adjust his mind and body before he could cast it again. Furthermore, he had used one hand to save someone.

At this moment, Geralt, who was blocking the passage, only had one hand left to stop them.

He wielded a silver sword and thrust it diagonally upwards and to the left from behind with a cunning move.

But the crazed wolf king paid no heed, letting the silver sword pierce his shoulder and cut a huge gash down his back...

The wolf king, seemingly oblivious to the pain, stomped its four paws against the wall after bypassing Geralt.

It stretched out its body and charged forward, using its sharp claws to stab at the stunned Laila.

Just then, the werewolf Hack leaped forward and blocked its charging paws.

It used its wolf body to shield Lyra from that sharp claw.

And with a tearing sound, the wolf king ripped open its belly with its claws, and it was clear that it was beyond saving!

"Hahahaha, hahahaha, I knew it, I knew it!" The wolf king laughed wildly.

At the same time, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes, and his other claw was about to bypass Hack and kill Lyra, wanting Hack to feel the pain of losing a loved one.

But Geralt had already returned by then.

The werewolf Hack used his last bit of strength to give the wolf king a hard push, letting its claws be pulled out of its wolf body, bringing with them blood and fragments of internal organs.

cough!

Hark, the werewolf, coughed up a large amount of blood, his breathing becoming rapid as if he were suffocating. Geralt slashed diagonally with his silver sword, and Roy was already in position, his hand poised to push...

"Hack!" Lyra shouted as if she had finally come to her senses, as if she had finally accepted everything...

The wolf king, having observed these details one by one, realized that he had no hope of killing anyone more, and immediately retreated further into the cave.

However, it was too late to completely avoid the Aard spell cast by Roy.

While in the air, he was struck off course by a spell.

Geralt immediately rushed forward to engage in combat.

At that moment, Roy looked at the giant wolf that was coming towards him from the entrance.

It had silver-gray wolf fur, was nearly as tall as a man at the shoulders, and as long as a horse. It carried a piece of wood in its mouth, and its tongue would occasionally lick the light silver nails on the wood.

It was licking the wolfsbane and aconite inside, using it to maintain its sanity—Giant Wolf Cocaine, Wolf-Transformed Cocaine!

At that moment, it grinned at Roy and swayed its transformed wolf tail...

"Hahahaha..." Uncontrollable laughter and glistening tears moistened Roy's cat-like eyes.

The complex emotions of losing something and then finding it again, along with the gratitude for being rescued by his comrades, welled up within him.

This caused him to stride forward and embrace the giant wolf's head with obvious joy.

A moment later,

He composed himself, and, taking advantage of the wolf's deliberately lowered head, straddled its slender body.

Let's do it together!

He held the 2.5-meter-long black-tasseled silver-plated spear with one arm!

"Come on, Coca-Cola!"

The giant wolf beneath him carried him as he charged toward the wolf king, who was locked in combat within the cavern.

He bent over, tucked his stomach in, and gently tugged at the wolf fur around his neck, his chest half-pressed against the heaving wolf's body.

"Faster, faster, faster!"

When speed gains momentum, when the spearhead is fully loaded with horsepower...

When Roy became one with the giant wolf, it was as if he had transformed into a silver arrow released from a bow!

Let the wind whistle in your ears, let the tip of the spear tear through the air,

Right now,

Changing tactics is no longer important, nor is the specific moves themselves.

The only important thing left was Roy shouting "Uncle!" while driving.

Geralt, with his extensive experience in witch hunting, was alerted and, judging by the footsteps, suddenly changed his attack, slashing horizontally at the wolf king's neck.

This forces them to either withstand the attack with their arm or dodge to the side, and most likely, it's during the dodge that...

I will step back first.

Seeing the spearhead hurtling towards him, he dodged to the side, facing the wolf's chest head head-on.

The spearhead pierced the wolf king's chest, pausing briefly as the tassel went in, pulling the wolf king up with it.

Then, the gun barrel deflected, and the spearhead tilted.

After a brief pause, Coffin, which quickly recovered, carried Roy past the wolf king perched on the tip of a spear.

The forward momentum, combined with the weight of the wolf king, allowed the spearhead to be easily pulled out of the wolf king's chest, and the wolf king was thrown to the ground.

And Geralt followed closely behind.

The sword, like a venomous snake, lashed out, precisely severing the wolf king's tendons and piercing its neck by a hair's breadth.

Let all the noise fade into silence.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Geralt showed his final mercy.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, Roy," the Wolf King pleaded, panting.

Geralt remained expressionless, as if he already knew something.

Roy, who had returned with his gun, frowned upon hearing this.

He spurred Coffin closer, got off, and asked:

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

The wolf king exhaled and said:

"Master, cough cough, Master, please help me put in a good word for my wife."

"If she's had enough fish, she should take the money I hid and go find another farmer!"

"I carved an 'x' on the rock where the treasure was buried. I believe the master will give that woman some, cough cough!"

"Who are you……"

Inside the cave, Roy's eyes widened:

"Are you the fisherman who asked for wine and gave us the information...?"

The wolf king did not answer directly; its wolf eyes began to dilate, but a smile appeared on its lips as it coughed up blood and said:

"Master, cough cough, the mead that night was really strong!"

"I really want... to have another drink!"

"master!"