The situation got worse. Winnie's dying roar seemed to wake up the sleeping werewolves in the basement, and at least for the next half day, their roars echoed through the sky.
The knights did not dare to delay any longer. They tore down all the wooden boards in the horse pen of the stable and ordered them into carriages or cages. Then, they released the werewolves one by one, knocked them unconscious, and stuffed them into the cages. .
The panicked farmers were also gathered together. They talked in low voices, with panic on their brows.
Lazarus bandaged Lun's wound, but his healing technique failed. The same happened with Dallion's. When the warm holy light fell, it was unable to heal the gaping wound, let alone stop the flowing blood. , which quickly turned Lun's lips into a deathly gray-white color. But his cheeks were abnormally flushed, and beads of sweat rolled on his forehead.
"Maybe what they said is true." At this time, Lun leaned feebly on the recliner and rubbed the nameplate, murmuring in a low voice, "The strangulation marks on Bran's neck that we saw may be the result of him turning into a werewolf. At that time, it was pulled out by the nameplate. You see, the chain is broken here. But what is going on? Why do people turn into wolves? "
"Don't think about this anymore," Kevin whispered, "You have a fever. We have to go back to Lordaeron to cure you as soon as possible. I believe the knowledgeable masters there can give us an explanation."
"Although I don't like this arrogant guy very much, but...he is my child after all."
"Drink this and go to sleep."
The fishy smell of poppy milk quickly made Lun close his eyes like cold stars. Only then did Kevin turn his head tiredly, "Guys, the Red Sword team will leave before noon tomorrow, you guys We have also seen the current situation, we have to take away all the horses, so I am afraid you will have to stay here for two more days, and I will ask my young men to go to the nearby villages to help you find carriages."
*
The night wind passed through the line of window panels and blew out the last trace of magic candlelight on the wooden table.
This night, I didn't fall asleep, not only because of the clanging sound outside, but also because of the way Darien hesitated to speak when he looked at me before going to sleep.
He had something to say to me, and I could probably guess what he wanted to say. However, he hesitated until I closed the door.
Would he go south with Natalie for five years?
And... and those words he said... Thinking of that, I suddenly felt my heart pounding...
It would be better for him to go south quickly!
This bad guy has been lying to me about wanting to be my friend.
And I... have been deceiving myself, saying that he is just my friend.
We all know what's going on! Even that idiot Shari knows what's going on!
Oh My God!
What am I thinking?
What am I doing?
Sally, who was sleeping inside, turned around and started murmuring to me, "Messiah... is just... an idiot..."
oh! I pulled her quilt over her head, but I felt even more upset.
At that moment, I suddenly heard a slight rattle coming from the door panel.
Um?
I immediately closed my eyes slightly.
In the silence, I heard two breathing sounds. One of them came closer, bringing a faint smell of pine nuts.
"Goodbye, Messiah." Just when I thought he wouldn't speak, he suddenly whispered behind me. Those words made my eyes well up for no reason.
