Werewolf hunting rules

At night, Clayton and his two helpers were ready and selected a sewage tower in the city center to enter the sewer.

The outer door here is locked for a long time, and few people approach it. Their actions are safe and reliable.

Use pliers to twist off the padlock that is almost integrated with the door at the main entrance of the sewage tower. In addition to the workbench and exposed mechanical gear parts responsible for opening and closing the waterway gate, there is also a rusted barbed wire wall in front of the lower passage, and there is also a The door was embedded in it. Clayton used his fingernail to cut a hole in the wire mesh, reached in and pulled the latch, and then pushed the door open.

Behind him, Barbara and Julius, like him, put on black clothes and nervously checked whether they were adequately prepared for the underground trip.

In order to avoid accidents, the mage also found a luminous stone from home to replace the lantern. The light green light made the environment look gloomy.

"Okay, let's get down."

Clayton said hello and took the lead in grabbing the outer edge of the long ladder and sliding down.

Once all three pairs of feet hit the ground, some furry sewer dwellers ran away from their feet in panic.

"The mud here is at least half a foot high." Julius raised his right foot and looked at the sole with disgust.

Clayton didn't care. For this operation, he wore the most regretful set of clothes and shoes he had ever bought. These moccasin boots had become moldy a long time ago and did not match his foot size. They happened to be able to hide his identity during the operation. , you can throw it away today.

They noticed that Barbara didn't speak, so they all turned to look at her, and saw the little woman holding a mouse and putting it in her mouth.

Noticing their gaze, Barbara sheepishly put the mouse down.

"I don't want to eat them, I just want them to explore our path. I can inject a little bit of my blood into them and then let them go, and then I can track their whereabouts."

Clayton's face turned green. This was clearly a ritual for vampires to create offspring.

"You're trying to make rat vampires? They already have terrible toxins on them."

Behind him, Julius put his feet down and said calmly: "Don't worry, Clayton, rats can't bear many curses, they won't survive this night."

"Is that so?" Clayton was deeply doubtful.

"I think so too. Usually when the window knockers are active, I don't feel the presence of these rats."

Although Barbara agreed with the mage's statement, Clayton knew from her frightened expression that this ignorant little woman didn't think about anything at first. She couldn't even connect the loss of contact with the death of the mouse. This was very important to her. It's two things.

"Okay, I'll just assume this technique is safe." He muttered and waited for a while, watching Barbara catch several mice in succession, feed them blood, and then let them go one by one.

As soon as the little beasts were out of Lady Barbara's grasp, they rushed towards the different branches of the pipe.

The gates of the sewers have been opened, and those dark caves that never see the light of day tolerate all visitors. But even if they quickly disappeared from everyone's eyes, the tiny footsteps still echoed in the empty pipes, and the stench lingered on the tips of their noses.

"Sounds slimy," Julius commented.

Clayton ignored him and just took out his compass to observe the direction.

They originally chose a location close to the Culles family mansion to enter the sewer. Even though the pipes here were complicated, they would never go wrong if they followed the right direction. At most, they would waste an hour or two. Barbara’s mouse was just the icing on the cake.

"Julius, one final check. Is Athena Balegor still in the Culles Mansion?"

"I just calculated it half an hour ago. The head you raised doesn't have that much blood that can be used as divination material for me. The remaining amount can only be used twice at most. Are you sure you want to use it here?"

Clayton frowned, but there was nothing he could do. He didn't know if this would be a protracted battle.

"Lady Barbara, lead the way."

The female vampire was happy to serve. She took Julius' ore lamp and walked deeper into the pipe.

A kind of pitch black that turned from dark green climbed up to the middle of the pipe. It was very neat. This was the trace left by the accumulated water during the rainy season, but Clayton keenly noticed that there were some gray-white threads in those dark parts. There are traces of scratches on the pipe by hard objects, and the height is not low.

In order to facilitate drainage, the pipes of underground water pipes are designed to be as thick as possible. The diameter of these pipes is eight donn feet (1 donn foot = 31cm), and even the middle section is four feet high.

Of course people can create such traces, but who would come here?

The door locks of the sewage tower were damaged because they had not been lubricated for a long time, and the gates were always open. The administrator of this building had not been here for at least two or three months.

Clayton looked at these scratches and felt wary, urging the other two to get their weapons.

Barbara had a staff sword, and Julius also had a wand and a large number of low-level magic potions to use. As for himself, he brought a cavalry sword reserved for veterans. He pulled it out and waved it slightly, and the familiar feel restored some confidence to him.

He is now a werewolf, his strength and speed have increased, and his mastery of swords has become more refined due to his increased reaction speed.

There was nothing he couldn't do, he told himself repeatedly in his heart.

This is an old habit from the past before going on expeditions, but it has always worked.

Courage will always have a place in victory, but there are times when it doesn't work.

Just after they walked through the six branch choices, there was a vibration from an unknown source, and a shot of yellow water suddenly poured down from the pipe well above their heads, hitting their hats and changing their color.

The long silence was suddenly broken, and Julius immediately became eloquent, but every word was not suitable to be recorded in a book open to the public. Barbara was holding on to the inner wall of the pipe, with the power of the vampire. It didn't work at all, he just looked like he was about to pass out.

Fortunately, Clayton was the quickest to realize that the smell of these liquids was actually different from what they were familiar with.

"It's just dye, damn it!" Clayton shook the hand that had just touched the brim of the hat sadly. The touch was not pleasant: "This is molly yellow that has been listed as a contraband. Probably someone used it at night for profit. When you start dyeing cloth, no one will check it when it is drying. But although it is not the filth you imagined, you'd better not raise your head or let it flow into your eyes. It has strong toxins and may cause breathlessness. Angry, or severely blind."

"Great! This plan is great! If I were Athena, I would never have thought that I would fight three yellow people who came out of the ground! This is really a heart-wrenching battle!"

Julius kept talking and didn't listen to Clayton's warning at all.

As a pampered mage, he lost his mind the moment he got wet.

Clayton had no choice but to give him a slap in the face to calm him down, and then took out his handkerchief to wipe his face - because when he slapped him, he accidentally got the Molly Yellow on his hand on the other person's face - and then the lieutenant was embarrassed again Suddenly, he discovered that the handkerchief he took out was the one given by the Presbyterian Council. It was dyed with imperial green. It is also a highly toxic dye that is being banned by legislation. Dark people may be resistant, but humans definitely are not. .

Clayton's hand stopped in the air and he was in a dilemma.

Fortunately, Barbara recovered and had multiple handkerchiefs ready to use to clean her face.

After wiping his face, Julius not only regained his sanity, but also became the most taciturn person in the team.

"Where should we go next?" Clayton asked Barbara.

Just now, in order to escape the dye-containing liquid, they fled a short distance to the nearest intersection. What made Clayton unspeakable was that just now, he lost his mind for a while, so he couldn't remember how to turn back. Go, it can only be confirmed that they are not on the originally planned route.

In the green light, Barbara closed her eyes and sensed for a while, then answered: "You can just walk forward like this. Some mice that chose different channels met again in front, so these channels are probably connected."

Her tone was extremely uncertain because it was contrary to her past experience.

Clayton also had his doubts.

Parallel up and down, parallel left and right, connected horizontal pipes, and arcuate passages are all normal possibilities for the arrangement of multiple pipes. However, complex plans usually involve deeper underground designs, and they have just come down from the sewage tower and have not gone deeper. The pipeline veins are located closer to the surface.

Why are there so many routes connecting left and right?

If the slope design near the surface entrance is incorrect, it is very likely that debris will accumulate directly in the pipe bend.

The sewage tower administrators are responsible for maintaining pipelines, but even if there are no administrators here, the pipelines they pass through seem to be too clean and smooth.

Clayton really wanted to figure this out before setting off, but he didn't give them much time to think. Barbara's sensing range was limited, and the mice had been crawling forward. Once they escaped the guidance of these small beasts, , they may be trapped in this area.

After continuing to walk for a while, Barbara, who was leading the way, stopped moving forward.

Clayton didn't know what she sensed, but the surroundings honestly didn't change from what they saw an hour ago, which was really frustrating.

"The rats stopped," she said.

"Are they dead?"

"No, if they die, I will lose contact with them." Barbara said puzzledly: "But they just stopped, maybe they were too tired."

The lieutenant raised his hand and tapped a short, fast rhythm on the inner wall of the pipe. The vibrations spread to the dark depths where even the dark descendants could not observe. He hoped this would scare the rats and make them move on.

"Well, they're moving again."

Barbara breathed a sigh of relief, but took two steps forward and stopped again.

She turned around with a look of panic on her face: "They are coming towards us."