When the full moon comes, the werewolves are completely immersed in the moonlight, a day known as the Day of Release, which some races maliciously call "Mad Dog Day".

Before the sun has completely set, the wild nature inside will be restless, and werewolves, regardless of age and gender, will all put down their work and go to the open field or remote forest (to better observe the moon and not to accidentally hurt others in the confusion). When the moon appears, werewolves forget their existence and howl under the guidance of their nature. After the moon falls below the horizon, the werewolves will wake up and leave.

On release day, even the best players may not be able to escape the frenzied attack of the werewolves, but there is a simple trick - bright torches can force them to take a defensive stance.

If you are lucky enough to pass by the forest on the Day of Release, you will feel your body tremble in the high-pitched howl of the wolf, unreserved with those creatures who worship the wild. It's dangerous, but that hormonal rush is something you promise you'll never feel again in your life.

- "Gothic Continent Customs: Release Day"

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Werewolves are a branch of orcs. Under the influence of biological hormones in the body, they are particularly prone to rage and are more likely to infect other species. Infected people will occasionally have short-term atavism, with a surge of hair on their bodies and deformation of their flesh and bones, which is called the acquired werewolf. Oddly enough, only humans can be infected, and only werewolves (whether born or acquired) can be the source of infection; Scholars have different opinions about the mechanism of infection, some say it is related to magic, and some say it is related to infectious diseases. In the early days of obscurantism, people feared this infection and demonized werewolves by word of mouth, such as scaring children: "If you don't sleep, werewolves will come and eat you!" ”

Werewolves don't stay furry forever. When they can remain rational, they always appear as humans. Although they are weaker than werewolves, they are much stronger than ordinary humans, and their bodies are well suited to manual labor. The race of their offspring depends on the partner, and if the partner is human, the child is definitely a pure-blooded human; If the partner is a werewolf, the child will only be a werewolf (or a natural one). The werewolf's pupils are always pale green, which is a very obvious feature of the body.

As an outlier caught between humans and orcs, the Acquired Werewolves have a lot to consider, and the most important one is "not exposing yourself". They live a long life and don't age easily, so they have to move after living in a certain place for a while, so as not to cause trouble with that face that has not changed for decades. In order to better help each other, the Werewolves established a rather loose organization, the "Brotherhood of the Greytails", and established chapters in various countries, which are currently in a state of no allies.

And now, Qingyi has hooked up with the werewolf force.

Esengren, who had taken refuge in the city, gladly accepted the alliance proposal and led the werewolves to Snow City and the forward base to participate in the construction work. Each werewolf was given a "necromantic mask", because no matter how strong their physique was, they could not stop the eternal erosion of life, and only by living as a necromantic creature could they sit back and relax.

Next, everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.

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Orquila, Dolu Davis.

As reinforcements from the Holy See, the Knights of the Iron Hoof have entered the city. The king held the second highest-level banquet in the palace (after the state banquet) to entertain these envoys from the "Gothic" continent. Therefore, Sam Montgomery, the representative of the aristocracy, Remy, the representative of the civilian government, and Lingwynny, the representative of the military department, were all present, and even the guardian of the country, the poisonous Glahide, who had never seen the dragon in sight, was also present at the banquet. It can be said that Orquila has already given face to the Holy See.

Despite the presence of so many big names, the atmosphere of the banquet was still not very good.

The Knights of the Iron Hoof only send their captain and deputy commanders to the feast. The head of the regiment has a round head, and his chin is cleanly shaved, and he looks very capable and courageous; But his eyelids drooped, his face expressionless, a little wooden, and as if he was distracted; He was dressed in white cloth and had a tattoo of a cross on the back of his hands; He had no intention of chatting with others, just staring at the food in front of him, eating quietly with a knife and fork, as if he was not at all aware of the environment he was in; Although he is very low-key, somehow, he exudes a solemn and absolutely overwhelming aura, which is more attention-grabbing, comparing the deputy head of the regiment on the side; He occasionally shifted his attention and looked up at others, only at Graheid, who sat on the king's left-hand side, and only then did he sober up a little.

The poisonous Grahyde also wore that armor today, and although it was not polite, no one dared to care about him. His movements are graceful. Knives, wine glasses, spoons...... No matter what he touches on his long fingers, it can be like a dance, showing an ethereal and traceless sense of art. Yes, it wasn't just table manners, it was more like an improvisation, although judging by the look on his face, he didn't have any sense of being a performer. In this banquet, he didn't say a word, but he was like an idler who came to eat halfway.

The king, seated on the throne, smiled faintly, but surprisingly rarely spoke, and remained silent after the first round of toasts. Even if he smiled, he frowned deeply, as if the daily state affairs were too heavy for him to enjoy a dinner with peace of mind. In fact, the feast was not meant to be a pleasure, but a purely diplomatic one, and it is no wonder that the king was a little tired.

Sitting at the king's right-hand hand, Lingwynny wore civilian clothes, gray hair and thin cheeks, more like a civil official. For some reason, he hung many medals on his chest, and even had to hold up his thinner chest so that the medals could better reflect the light. The steak in front of him didn't move at all, and his attention was entirely focused on the leader of the Knights of the Iron Hoof. But the other party completely ignored him, which made him bend the two dinner knives.

Remy wears a wavy curly wig. He has a family of hair loss, and for convenience, he always cuts off all his hair (known as the "bald minister"), and only wears wigs on important occasions. He hadn't touched any food, but he had drunk a lot of the wine he used to moisten his throat, and he had reached his fifth drink so far. As a representative of the civil service, he constantly asked questions, and the deputy head of the Order answered them from generation to generation. The rhetoric between the two sides was flawless and contained the smell of gunpowder, and I am afraid that they were all prepared diplomatic rhetoric in advance.

As for the chubby Sam Montgomery, he sat next to the head of the regiment and took the trouble to introduce the customs of the country or ask about the "Gothic", although the other party completely ignored him. He had a harmless, amiable smile on his face, and judging by his expression alone, he was the happiest person at the party.

Why is the atmosphere of the banquet so awkward? First, it naturally comes down to the fact that Olquila has always been on the wrong path with the Holy See, which is a matter of history; secondly, the reticence of the head of the knights caused the king to be reluctant to speak; The third is the panic brought to the people after the appearance of the Knights of the Iron Hoof.

Iron crosses have been erected not only in Astante, but also in Orquila. All those deemed heretics by the Order were crucified to it and then burned to char in the fire.

On the first day of entry, 27 people were burned to death.

On the second day of entry, 59 people were burned to death.

On the third day of entry, 120 people were burned to death.

Among the burned were not only witches, werewolves, but even druids, who had been instrumental in the reconstruction, which provoked public outrage, but they were all forcefully suppressed: those who dared to defend heresy were regarded as heretics by the Knights of the Iron Hoof and burned to death. The people asked the sheriff for help, but the sheriff didn't dare to provoke the masters. When the news reached the capital, the king and his ministers chose to remain silent, and even the military department, which had always been known for its tough style, had a collective silence of the bigwigs.

Therefore, the atmosphere of the banquet is poor.

"You're special."

The head of the Knights, a man named Jonny, said suddenly. As soon as his voice came out, it seemed to be able to drain all the moisture from the air, which made people feel inexplicably uncomfortable. He ignored everyone's gaze, and just said to the poisonous Grahide, "Is it [Quying]? ”

"Are you qualified to ask that kind of question?" Grahide asked rhetorically, without looking at the other party, the knife in his hand blurred for a second, and the steak on the plate had been cut into thin strips that were not even half a millimeter thick.

"Soon to qualify." Jonny said, looking at the king again, "From what I have seen and heard along the way, I am suspicious of your country's fight off the necromantic creatures. ”

"What is there to be suspicious?" Ringwynny gritted his teeth, accidentally pinching another spoon. He calmed down his breath a little, secretly exerted force to change the tableware back to its original state, and said loudly: "Although the leader in the battle is the adventurer Bald Eagle, it is undeniable that the attack of our army really lays the foundation for victory!" ”

"You fell ill that day, didn't you? The rabble you're leading has never been on the battlefield, not even against a single necromantic creature. You don't have a sense of existence at all, and you can still enjoy fame. Jonny said.

Lingwynny was almost so angry with this sentence that he had a heart attack. As soon as he glared, Remy said with a straight face: "Captain Jonny, don't talk too much. The Knights of the Iron Hoof are the rescuers sent by the Holy See, warriors who bring hope and peace. We'd love to welcome you to Orquila, but we don't need to be rescued. Whether you admit it or not, your mission is already over on the way here. ”

"It's over? No, I have every reason to suspect that necromantic creatures still exist in your country. Before I came, His Majesty the Pope gave me a handwritten letter containing the latest oracles. ”

Oracle!

Everyone in the room was in awe, and even the poisonous Grahide looked at Jonny squarely for the first time. The oracles of the gods themselves can determine the changes of the times and the world, and even heroic combat professionals must be in awe.

Still expressionless, Jonny said, "A month ago, His Majesty the Pope felt the power of the Lord in his morning prayers. The Lord said, 'The soul rises from the land of the dead, and the world will usher in twilight.' His Holiness the Pope believes that this heralds the rise of a new denomination...... A cult that believes in the so-called 'God of Souls' and is associated with the word 'twilight'! It must be in collusion with the necromantic creatures! For such heresies, We will uproot them with my own hands and punish their followers with death!! ”

Sam was stunned, his smile stiff, as if he remembered something.

"We have to go door-to-door, to get out the garbage one by one, to reveal it for what it is, so that they have nothing to hide!! I will hang the heads of sinners, I will hook their entrails, I will drain their blood, I will break their bones inch by inch!! I want them to crawl on the ground like livestock, and I want to step on their backs and make them eat sludge and dung!! Ahh!!h The glory of my lord should be sacrificed with blood!! ”

At the end of the sentence, Jonny smiled, and laughed fiercely. A thick murderous aura emanated from him unabashedly, making people sick to their stomachs.

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(I've been busy with the book these days.,I'm going out during the day.,Only at night can be updated.,So the update time is not very stable)

(It means that only one of the subordinates of Wumu died, and there should be no more absences before the end of the second volume.) Thank you for your support, but she won't appreciate it, right? ）