Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 64 Werewolf
Seeing that Wayne was so confident, Deacon Ozick didn't say anything more, and soon led the demon hunter to the workplace of the three missing lumberjacks.

This is not a special place, just an ordinary open space on the edge of the forest, but compared with other loggers' work stations, this location goes deeper into the forest.

Maybe that's why they disappeared.

After arriving at the scene of the crime, Wayne immediately held his breath and concentrated, using his keen witcher senses, to start looking for clues around.

Originally, he thought it would be some kind of imperceptible unsolved case. Unexpectedly, in less than 10 minutes, relying on his sense of smell and vision, he found a few scattered logging axes in the grass not far away, as well as some messy footprints on the ground.

At the same time, some fresh blood dripping on the ground also stimulated his sense of smell.

Wayne leaned closer and smelled it. Apart from the smell of sweat evaporating, there was only a sweet and greasy smell like rust.

It was human blood, and the amount was not too much. Obviously, some of the lumberjacks had been killed or injured.

Wayne didn't rush to look for the logger along the blood trail, but squatted on the ground, carefully observing the messy footprints.

Soon, he found clues from the footprints, those four-fingered, huge footprints like large beasts, let Wayne rule out the suspicion of wild bears and wild wolves.

Ozick, who was standing aside, saw the footprints that were bigger than a human palm and sunk deep into the ground, and realized that what attacked the lumberjack was a huge and ferocious monster.

Can't help but ask with some concern:
"Mr. Wayne, can you see what kind of monster it is?"

Wayne touched his smooth chin, recalled the knowledge he had learned from Kaer Mohan, and said affirmatively:

"It was a werewolf who attacked them, but I am a little strange. What is the reason for this werewolf to attack them?"

"It stands to reason that you loggers who just came here should have nothing to do with these cursed creatures."

Ozick obviously didn't know what a werewolf was. He was a confidant who came here from the southern kingdom with Levardon. He had only heard that there were various monsters in the north, but he had never seen any of them.

The middle-aged deacon murmured "Werewolf", and then said:

"Mr. Wayne, are you sure you can find the location of this werewolf?"

"Should we go to the city and inform the guards to kill it?"

When Wayne heard this, he took a funny look at this naive southerner, not to mention the guards in the northern city, basically they would not pay attention to what happened outside the city.

And even if the city hall's mind was twitching, under the pressure of the rich businessman Levardon, a team of guards was sent out.

With the werewolf's strong body as high as [-] meters, the sharp claws that can tear apart ordinary chain mail, and the strong resilience that ignores ordinary damage.

Even if all the guards were equipped with silver weapons, unless they were all brave warriors, at most they would only leave a few scars on the werewolves.

You know, werewolves are not water ghosts without brains. Even many fledgling demon hunters will die at the hands of this cunning and vicious cursed monster.

It's no wonder that the system will give an assessment of expert-level tasks.

Fortunately, he has the magic pattern storage bag on his body, which contains all the potions, bombs and cursed sword oil needed to deal with werewolves.

Now with the master-level silver sword made by Master O'Henry, Wayne is still confident against an ordinary werewolf.

He stood up and said to Deacon Ozick:
"Deacon Ozick, werewolves are terrifying monsters transformed from cursed humans. Before I return, you'd better not disperse into the forest."

"I don't want to, when I come back, you have killed a few more people."

Ozick didn't dare to neglect the monster expert respected by the boss, Levarden, and immediately nodded and said:
"Okay, Mr. Wayne, I will arrange for the loggers to get together today to deal with jobs that don't require entering the forest."

"However, please be careful. You are the boss' friend. If something happens, the boss will not let me go."

Wayne nodded, considering how inconvenient it would be to go into the forest to find clues, he handed over his mount Lucifer to Ozick to take care of it.

Without extra greetings, Wayne started working immediately.

He followed the smell of blood and footprints all the way into the forest.

Obviously this werewolf had no experience in anti-stalking, maybe he didn't think of covering his tracks at all, nor did he think that someone would track his location based on the tracks.

About an hour later, Wayne relied on his super sense to pass through the outskirts of the forest and came to a hunter's hut far away from the small town on the outskirts of Vizima.

According to the smell of blood and footprints, Wayne determined that the injured logger and werewolf had entered the hut about half an hour ago.

Just wondering what the situation is now?

However, Wayne did not rush into the house to check the situation, but sat cross-legged in a hidden grass outside the cabin.

He took out the magic pattern storage bag next to his body, and carefully took out three bottles of medicine, one bottle of sword oil and three alchemy bombs from it.

They are the Thunder Potion that increases strength and damage, the Swallow Potion that restores injuries, and Pai Cui's Elixir that enhances the damage of the Sign.

It's not that Wayne doesn't want to take out more, it's just that although his mutation level has reached level four, drinking three bottles of witcher medicine at the same time is the limit he can bear now.

If he drank another bottle, it would actually burden his body.

However, the level [-] proficiency is also close to the peak, and in about half a month, his mutation level will reach level [-] and unlock a professional specialty skill.

Presumably at that time, he will be able to withstand another bottle of potion and obtain other powerful improvements.

Suppressing the disgusting smell of muddy shit and sweet lard of the three potions, Wayne closed his eyes and drank them quickly.

During the short meditation, his body was also quickly strengthened by the mobilization of the potion.

The most obvious one is the Thunder Potion. Wayne felt that his strength had been strengthened by about [-]%, his muscles were a little swollen, and even his pain perception was weakened by the strengthening of his strength.

He pulled out the master-level silver sword from his waist, carefully applied a bottle of cursed sword oil to the sword body, and hid the other steel sword and scabbard in the grass.

This is a necessary action. Real combat is no match for games. The extra steel swords and scabbards will not play any role in the battle, but will affect his dodge and attack.

It wasn't until all the preparations before the battle were made that Wayne took a light breath, walked out from the hidden grass, and came to the main entrance of the hunter's hut.

It was an unwise move for him not to rush into the narrow hut rashly. It was an unwise move to fight a huge monster with rough skin and thick flesh in a narrow space.

Instead, he shouted:
"Werewolf in the house, you've been exposed."

"I am a demon hunter, and I came here specially to deal with you. If you have anything to say, you can come out and talk to me."

Such shouting is not only to lure the monster out of the house, but it is indeed Wayne who wants to know.

Why did this cursed werewolf go to the lumberyard an hour away and attack those lumberjacks who had never met before.

There was no sound in the room, but Wayne's keen hearing could hear it. After he shouted, a creature with heavy breathing gradually approached the door.

Wayne could even see the thick gray hair on the tall figure through the tiny crack in the door.

Just when Wayne felt that this werewolf might be the type who lost his mind due to anger and couldn't speak.

A hoarse, angry roar sounded like a beast roaring, coming from the gate.

"Demon hunter, I have heard your legends, you are legendary monster killers."

"However, this matter is none of your business. I am acting for revenge."

"My wife Paula died in the forest, naked and wounded, blood stained the ground."

"When I found her, she was dying and she told me that several loggers had gang-raped her."

"She is the person I love the most. She doesn't even dislike me as a werewolf. I must avenge her."

(End of this chapter)