Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 65 Fight
Hearing the angry and sad roar of the werewolf, Wayne was unmoved, but said calmly:
"It may not be wrong to avenge the one you love, but it is definitely not the right behavior to involve innocent people and hurt innocent people."

"Werewolf, if you still have human rationality, release the woodcutters you caught, and I can help you find the murderers who hurt your wife."

"If you have become a murderer who killed innocent people, then you are no different from those villains who hurt your wife."

The werewolf seemed even angrier when he heard the words, he let out a roar through the wooden door, and then said:
"Sure enough, you are all monsters without emotions, just like the legends."

"For revenge, I don't care if my hands are stained with blood. Those guys are not willing to cooperate with me at all. They are all accomplices who cover up the murderer."

"As long as I can't find the murderer that day, I will keep looking, even if I kill all the woodcutters around here, I will not hesitate."

Hearing this answer, Wayne understood that he was still a cursed monster after all, and that anger and killing had filled his mind.

It is estimated that this attack on the lumberjacks is not the first time the werewolves have acted. Perhaps it is because it is too difficult to find a few murderers in the vast crowd, and the werewolves have transferred their hatred of the murderers to the entire group of lumberjacks.

He silently put on an enhanced version of the Quin shield for himself, took an alchemy bomb from his belt with his left hand, and shouted into the room:
"In that case, werewolf, come out."

"As long as you kill me, no one here can stop your actions."

"Maybe revenge is just your excuse, you just enjoy killing."

Facing Wayne's provocation, the werewolf could no longer suppress the destruction and impulse in his heart, roared, rushed open the door, and rushed towards Wayne outside the door.

Wayne's eyes were fixed, and the alchemy bomb clasped in his left hand was instantly thrown towards the werewolf who rushed over.

There was a muffled bang, not the sound of gunpowder exploding. A large amount of silver-white dust exploded instantly, forming thick silver smoke, which directly covered the werewolf with a layer of fluorescent light.

This is a moon dust bomb, the main ingredient in it is silver powder, a small amount of anti-demon gold and other special herbal powders for curses, which are effective against monsters formed by magic or curses, as well as monsters without normal shapes such as ghosts and evil spirits.

And it is the nemesis of werewolves, not only will it continuously damage the bodies of werewolves, but it can also effectively control the recovery ability of werewolves, making them lose the ability to fight for a long time.

The werewolf in mid-air was hit straight, and couldn't help but let out a painful roar, shouting in an angry voice:

"Despicable witcher!"

Wayne didn't take it seriously. According to the principles of the demon hunter, dealing with monsters is to use all means, poison, traps, and bombs.

Otherwise, how could a demon hunter of flesh and blood fight against thousands of terrifying monsters in the world.

He raised the master silver sword and quickly stepped back sideways to avoid the claws of the angry werewolf.

Taking this opportunity, he slashed at the werewolf's belly which was not protected by bones, and successfully left a bloody wound on its flank. The oil of the cursed sword also entered its body along the wound and began to damage its internal organs.

After all, he is just a werewolf transformed by Orion, without real martial arts, and can only fight with the wildness in his blood.

The werewolf let out another roar mixed with pain, but its movements did not stop at all. The claws of both feet grabbed the ground, twisted its body forcibly, and waved two sharp claws at Wayne who was on the side.

A werewolf is a monster of agility and strength, and its claws can swing as fast as a swordsman's slash.

Holding the sword in both hands, Wayne accurately unloaded his strength to block several claw strikes, then kicked the werewolf's cut side suddenly, causing blood to splatter. Amid the werewolf's painful wailing, he turned over and backed away several steps.

As soon as he stood firm, his left hand quickly drew an Igni Seal in the air, and then pushed suddenly, a flame enveloped the werewolf not far away.

The hair was too weak, and the gray fur on the werewolf's back was instantly ignited by flames. Even the werewolf's head, ears and beard were all burned.

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The burning of the flame instantly aroused the werewolf's sense of pain, and the flame covering its head blocked its sight even more.

Fire is the fear that is inscribed in the bones of all living things.

The anger and fear made the werewolf even more manic. It waved its two sharp claws indiscriminately, trying to use this large-scale attack to prevent the demon hunter from approaching.

And Wayne did not approach, he took off a Dragon's Dream bomb from his belt, and threw it at the crazy werewolf.

There was a bang, and the power of the bomb was quite good. The flammable material inside Dragon Dream not only aggravated the fire on the werewolf, but also directly blasted the werewolf to the ground, scorching the whole body black.

Grasping this gap, Wayne immediately dodged forward, taking advantage of the moment the werewolf's middle door opened wide, holding the master-level silver sword with both hands, and slammed a full blow at the werewolf's heart.

Bones shattered, blood splattered everywhere!

This sword was worthy of being the work of a master blacksmith. It was like cutting a piece of rotten bark when it was cut on the werewolf.

Wayne only felt a little stagnation, and the sharp blade neatly sliced ​​through several ribs of the werewolf and its heart protected by the ribs.

With a desperate wail in pain, the werewolf could no longer control his body, staggered a few steps back, and knelt on the ground on one knee.

His whole body was wrapped in silver powder, and he was burned by raging flames. Huge wounds were cut on his lower abdomen and heart. Even a werewolf couldn't bear such injuries.

The werewolf knelt down on his left knee and covered his heart with the sharp claw of his right hand. A large amount of blood flowed from the wound to the ground, including many broken internal organs and bone fragments.

It opened its almost blind eyes burned by the flames, looked at the witcher not far away with blurred vision, panted heavily, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Witcher, I am not a monster."

"I'm just a man avenging his wife."

"I just got so angry that I accidentally killed a few loggers."

"But I can't stop, if I die, who will avenge my wife Paula."

"She's a good woman and she didn't deserve what happened to her."

Wayne held the silver sword in both hands, pointed the tip of the sword at the werewolf's head, and let out a breath of foul air.

Although the battle just lasted only a few minutes, every minute and every second was extremely dangerous.

If it weren't for the enhanced power of the Thunder Potion, he wouldn't be able to stop the werewolf's claws, and the thin chain mail on his body would also be unable to stop the werewolf's sharp claws. If he was grabbed on the abdomen or chest, he would at least be seriously injured, and would almost die.

Wayne looked at the werewolf who was doomed to die, almost on the verge of death, and he was wary of its dying counterattack in his heart, and asked:
"You're going to die soon, werewolf."

"Maybe, you can tell me what clues you found."

"After you die, I may be able to bring justice to your wife."

"Let those bastards who hurt her pay the price they deserve."

The werewolf laughed miserably when he heard the words, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said hoarsely:

"There are no clues, what clues can I find in the vast forest."

"The only thing I can confirm is that it happened three mornings ago."

"And my wife told me that there were three people who hurt her, one with a bald head, one with a black beard, and a thin man."

"I haven't found anything else."

Wayne sighed in his heart. Indeed, even after a thousand years, in the era of advanced technology, it is difficult to find those who commit crimes in the wild, let alone this barbaric Middle Ages.

However, the conscience in his heart still made him promise:

"I will do my best to help you find the murderers and bring them to justice."

"Do you have any last wishes?"

Hearing the words, the werewolf raised his head and looked at Wayne. In fact, his eyes burned by the flames could no longer see Wayne's appearance clearly, but he still said in a sad tone:

"Demon hunter, my wife is buried in the yard. After killing me, please bury us together."

"If you find the murderer, please come back to worship us once and tell us the good news."

Wayne nodded, looked at the werewolf who had lost his sense of resistance, raised the silver sword in his hand, and ended his pain.

(End of this chapter)