Chapter 15: Originated from silver (on)

Chapter 15 stems from silver (top)
Small village on the French coast.
A wolf-nature teenager climbed from the smoke and the rubble.
He is still a child. He is covered in pure silver, bright and supple hair, with big blue eyes and pointed, dexterous wolf ears. It is in the Werewolf (Askimo) that he is also a noble purebred orc.
He is now a mess. The smoke made him cough and burst into tears. The fire burned the hair on his body, it looked dirty and messy, and even his eyes became muddy because of the smoke.
"Grandpa? Grandma?" The werewolf boy whispered in the thick smoke. "You cough, are you okay?"
"Beddy." The old man replied weakly. A burnt hand came out of the rubble.
"Grandpa? Grandpa!" The werewolf teenager rushed over and began to dig wildly with his claws. "You stick to it, cough, I will save you right away!"
With a sigh of relief, the teenager was burnt and the hand was reflexively retracted. A huge piece of debris in the rubble was burnt red in the fire, which is not the quality that can be moved.
"Beddy, - my business is fine, you - cough - you can escape alone." The old man gave a low cough.
"Don't talk, Grandpa, I will be able to take you right away--" Juveniles do not care about the burning of high temperatures, but they want to move the rubble. But his thin and weak body could not move such huge fragments.
"It doesn't matter, really," the old man said quietly. "Grandpa has lived a lot of age, and it is enough. And Grandma is with me. I will not separate the cough. Bettiville, You will cough in the future - to live strong, don't cry easily -"
An explosion blew the last voice of the old man. The zenith fell more rubble and completely squashed the old man.
Blood was splashed on the werewolf boy, and the silver-white wolf hair was dyed red.
"Grandpa--" The werewolf teenager climbed from the ground. His fur was burned by Mars, and his body was large and small, with more than a thousand wounds, all licking blood.
"It is clear that you just want to live in peace. Can't even realize this little wish?!" The long-awaited anger in the young man's heart finally broke out: "Damn - hateful ah ah ah fierce Tooth!!!!"
The werewolf boy who was mad at anger was completely lost in reason. A large number of photons are drawn into the werewolf's body from the surrounding environment, and the juvenile's body instantly expands into a violent behemoth. This is the talent of the orcs, absorbing the photons and strengthening the body [madness].
The behemoth is no longer afraid of the raging fire, he screams wildly and rushes out.
On the town square, the tigers of the fangs are sorting out the results of their looting: they piled up the piles of gold and silver treasures, ready to pack and transport them; they piled up the dead human bodies together, ready to burn the dead. .
There are dozens of bodies of the Knights of the French Kingdom in the corpse, apparently the patrols that were completely destroyed. At the time, France was turbulent because of the royal family's internal struggle. The Cavaliers' strength was uneven, and the orc's troops were only abused.
And this group of vicious big cats, they do the bad things, on the surface is to grab and rob, but actually only to cover a certain purpose and act.
They robbed, burned, and killed - destroying all witnesses and sweeping one by one.
"Isn't that kid yet?" said the other of the tallest and strongest of the tiger's bandits. "They have already found more than a dozen villages. It is a waste of time. If this continues, it will cause the Knights." The attention of the big forces, when it is time to act, it is much more inconvenient."
"It's okay, head." Another tiger replied: "Thanks to the rule of the madman Clothil, France's current political situation is turbulent. The Knights are busy with civil wars, and there are empty-handed small villages. "
"Wow!" Not far from the screams of the soldiers, a huge beast rushed out of the sea of ​​fire, and the right paw was still holding the head of a Hungarian soldier.
The silvery hair of the beast shows a blushing blush in the fire. It screamed and directly threw the soldier's body in the direction of the robber's head.
Even though the head collar escaped this wave of attacks, the soldiers beside him were not spared. The whole group of people flew out, not hitting a hard object and breaking into a meat sauce, or falling into the sea of ​​fire and burning it into coke.
"Are you crazy? How exaggerated." The bandit leader sneered.
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The monster screamed wildly and there was no stopping momentum. He grabs everything that can be caught in the field of vision, and then throws things away like a child throws a toy. For a time, the wreckage of the building, the burning trees, the bodies of the orcs, and even the various cargo containers in the port, all fluttered like wings, and then turned into deadly meteorites.
"It’s a messy attack," the robber’s head sneaked and sneered. "The silver wolf, you can use the mad talent without any exercise. It must be wrong - ah hahahaha, finally found you , Silver Wolf Beverly!"
In the sea of ​​fire, roaring wild beasts and crazy grinning bandits, plus the sky is falling, countless burning rubble, this is a different kind of scene.
However, this scene will not last long. The beast still roared, but his roaring became hurried and his movements slowed down.
"Tired? To continue to mad state requires a lot of physical energy, how long can you persist?" The leader smiled insidiously, and while he did not forget to avoid the attack, he seemed to be well-versed.
"Oh--" The mad beast roared, and the boulder on the handle was thrown at the head of the tiger.
"Useless is useless!!" The robber's head collar easily escaped.
"Hey!" The monster has already followed the boulder, and it has been drilled in the corner of the opponent's field of vision. The sharp giant claws are torn to the enemy!
Just at the moment when the monster claw is about to tear the bandit collar -
"Drink!" Another huge claw blocked the deadly blow of the beast.
"You kid is quite a brainstormer, actually using the dead corner behind the stone to attack me," the tiger leader sneered calmly. "But don't think that you will use the madman to transform you only one!"
The madness of the tiger's head after learning through long-term exercise is obviously much higher than that of the werewolf teenager's madness. His left hand became so huge that it was this huge left hand that blocked the previous blow. This left hand is holding on to the other side.
"Amazing higher application: partial madness. Did your parents have taught you, kid?--Oh, I’m sorry I almost forgot, you Aismo has been destroyed by us. You have nothing to do with the wilderness, fast Click on your family to get on the road!"
"Oh ah ah ah ah!!!!!!" The beast screamed in anger, and the voice was full of hatred. The Werewolf boy lacks control over the madness. His own consciousness has long since disappeared. His mind is completely dominated by the beast's consciousness, only knowing the mad attack.
Although one of his hands was caught, his other hand kept madly chasing his opponent, and every hit wanted to tear up the enemies in front of him.
However, every hit of the beast was lost - it was subtly escaped by the bandit leader. This kind of zero-distance melee can't hit each other, showing that they have an absolutely irreparable gap in combat experience.
"Don't make unnecessary struggles." The tiger's head lifted his right hand, and his right hand condensed the photon, which quickly became huge.
The beast stopped the attack, and even if only the beast was aware, it understood that it would be very bad to be hit by this hit. It wants to dodge, but the other party still holds one of its hands.
The giant boxing is in turmoil and has been unable to escape!
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The tiger’s right arm slaps down like a giant hammer. The earth shook, and the rising waves extinguished the surrounding fire and whipped up the dust dozens of feet.
The sand dust completely settled in a few seconds, but there was no trace of the beasts around, but only a Werewolf boy on the ground, lying in a pool of blood.
"Hey, is it dead?" The tiger leader took the kick and kicked the werewolf boy. "I have already released the water. Will it not die like this?"
The "detestable" boy only made a faint voice. His body bones shattered, his tendons were torn, and he couldn't move. His life is like a candle in the wind.
"Tell me before you die," the head asked, eagerly, on the head of the boy. "The last seal on the wall of the world is indeed on you?"
"God knows." The werewolf's young body can't struggle, only to make a mental struggle.
"Hey!" The head sipped a sip on the boy's face. "It's hard to die when you die. If you don't say it, it doesn't matter. Cut your head and let the fox people check the memory." By then, you will only have a living head left, and you will be squandered by the brain. This process will make you feel like you are happily hahahaha!"
Some of the light in the eyes of the "Bastard" Werewolf Boy is dissipating, and the world he sees is gradually shrouded in darkness called [Despair]. He knows that his fate will end here.