In the middle of the forest, in a clearing covered with dead branches and leaves, a thick log stood in the soil, with a handsome white young man hanging from it.
The young man hung up with his hands and the rope was tied very loosely. To be more precise, he reached out and held the rope himself and pretended to be hung up.
Considering that the camera has not been invented yet, it is impossible for a crew to go into the mountains to shoot, and playing in the wild is not popular these days, so the young man who tied the logs by himself was actually using himself as bait to lure the enemy to attack.
The young man is the Wiccan prince Russell and others are looking for. His sister, Princess Anna, and several servants are hiding in the grass, setting a trap to capture and kill Count Dracula's minion, a werewolf.
Except for a circle of open space in the center of the column, the surrounding dense forest is dark, and the white fog is hazy, so the vision is not clear.
The job of baiting is very dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will be buried in the belly of the wolf. Wiken has been on guard for a long time, and he has already been frightened. Any slightest sign of trouble will make him feel like he is facing a powerful enemy.
At this time, a faint growl sounded in the dense forest. After hearing this, Wiken's muscles tensed up and sweat slid down his temples. After a moment, he saw the werewolf standing still, suppressing his fear and using provocation: "Hey, I know you are here. Then, Dracula sent you here to kill me, what are you waiting for?"
"Hohohoho——"
The evil wolf roared, and its huge figure rushed out with the strong wind. It stepped hard on the ground with its hind legs, and rushed in front of Wiken in the blink of an eye.
The moment the werewolf roared, Wicken grabbed the rope, turned over and stood on the log, narrowly escaping the werewolf's attack.
He dared to bring people to hunt werewolves, and he also used himself as bait, so he was fully prepared. He jumped up on the log, grabbed the hanging rope in the air, and someone in the grass turned a pulley to pull him up.
You can't laugh for more than three seconds!
As he watched the werewolf get further and further away, the pulley suddenly got stuck, and Wiccan was hanging in the air with a MMP look on his face. The werewolf quickly climbed up the log, its huge body jumping up and down, and every time he swung his claws, Wiccan could barely avoid it.
"Pull me up quickly!!"
Under his feet were the werewolf's sharp claws and bloody mouth. Wiccan was so frightened that he even smelled bad breath.
Seeing that her brother's life was in danger, Princess Anna didn't care much. She jumped out of the grass and killed the werewolf.
Since Anna was also on the hunting list, when the werewolf saw her, he immediately turned around and abandoned Wiccan, jumped off the log, roared majestically in mid-air, and then... fell into the pit.
In the grass, the long-awaited servant cut the trap rope, and a huge iron cage rose from the pit, with the werewolf suddenly locked inside.
Wicken pulled out a pistol with silver bullets and fired, but was knocked away by the rising iron cage. He fell on a branch and suffered some minor injuries, but the pistol was nowhere to be found.
A crowd surged in the grass, and seven or eight servants rushed out, raising their guns and shooting at the werewolves.
It's strange that they made complicated plans, including surveying the dense forest, digging holes and burying iron cages. Even Wiken was willing to risk his own life, but he just didn't want to buy a few more silver bullets.
A group of people fired wild shots for a long time, but the werewolf didn't do anything. Instead, he broke the rope that hung up the iron cage.
People are unlucky enough to drink water and their teeth are swollen. Some people are unlucky because of bad luck, and some people are unlucky because they did not do enough preliminary work.
Anna fell into the latter category. Just as she was about to pick up the pistol with silver bullets, a large iron cage dropped from the sky appeared in front of her.
The iron cage fell to the ground and shattered into shattered bones. The werewolf and Anna faced each other, their smiles gradually becoming more ferocious.
The servants fled, and Anna had no time to pick up the gun. Without saying a word, she stepped up her long, strong and tight legs and ran away without a trace.
"Ho ho ho!!" The werewolf tore apart the iron cage, got on all fours and chased Anna.
Beauty, beast, grove...
After a lot of chasing and escaping, Anna's face turned pale. There was an abyss ahead, and there was nowhere to escape!
The fishy wind was coming, and the roar was close to her ears. Anna reluctantly raised her sword, facing the werewolf leaping in the air, with determination in her eyes.
At the critical moment, Wiccan exploded with the power of sister control, overtook the werewolf in two steps, pushed his sister Anna away, and resolutely opened his hands to prepare to go into the abyss with the werewolf.
In general, the decoy tactics formulated by Wicken and Anna were too idealistic and they were unwilling to accept the cruel reality, which resulted in all kinds of bloody plans during the implementation process, from beginning to end.
Hmm... Fortunately, the damage is relatively even, and there are no outstanding bad spots!
If nothing happens, Wiccan and Anna will pay a bloody price for their recklessness and hastiness, and the person who survives will learn their lesson and grow into a strong warrior overnight.
However, accidents always happen one after another. The hero saving the beauty is not only the brother's privilege, but also the passing wild exorcist.
Bang!
There was a gunshot, and a ball of blood exploded from the side of the werewolf. The ferocious howl turned into a whimper, and the body fell to the ground and rolled twice.
The werewolf's self-healing ability is amazing, and its wounds heal quickly. When Wiccan saw that something was wrong, he took his sister Anna and fled. The two of them ran all the way and saw their savior at the source of the gunfire.
A group of twelve fast horses, Russell put the sand eagle back into his sleeve and said condescendingly: "I saw these two people in such a mess, must they be Prince Wiccan and Princess Anna?"
The words were a bit unpleasant, but the life-saving grace could not be repaid, and Wiken did not take it easy. He hurriedly said: "Everyone, leave quickly. Only silver bullets can kill the werewolf. It is coming soon."
While speaking, Wicken froze when he saw Serena on the horse. At the same time, Michael also saw Anna and was also stunned.
Two Serenas (Anna), happy x2?
The parties involved, Serena and Anna, were stunned and looked at each other speechless for a long time. Van Helsing finally understood why the townspeople said that someone was pretending to be Princess Anna. They were so similar, apart from the fact that their hairstyles were almost identical, even... ahem, he believed them when they said they were biological sisters.
"Hohohoho——"
A roar came, and the severe pain aroused the ferocity of the werewolf. It moved its limbs and turned into an afterimage and rushed over from the cliff, and then... it suddenly braked to a stop.
The werewolf roared loudly and roared at Russell and the others. The instinct of the beast warned these people that they were in danger, but the prey was so close that they hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do.
"Everyone, there is no need to talk about chivalry when dealing with monsters like werewolves who only know how to kill. Let's all do it together!" Van Helsing pulled out his sword. In fact, he could do it alone, but every time he thought of the tragedy of being beaten by a group that night, he would I feel uncomfortable all over, and I want to find someone with whom I share the same fate, to be depressed with him.
After Van Helsing finished speaking, no one paid him any attention. After a while, he shamelessly put his sword back into its scabbard and whispered to Russell: "Why are you pretending not to hear? It shouldn't be like this."
Russell snorted coldly, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, "One, two, three, four, five, catch that werewolf, don't kill it, I want to study it."
Uh-huh!
The five werewolf warriors dismounted, took off their shirts and pants under the shocked gazes of Wiken and Anna, and then roared in unison.
Five black werewolves over two meters tall stood up, bared their teeth, moved their hands and feet, and surrounded the shivering little brother.
Although they are both werewolves, the breeds are different. The werewolf on Russell's side is strong and strong, with shiny black hair. At first glance, he is a positive character.
Dracula's minions, on the other hand, are covered in shit-yellow color, with sallow complexions and thin muscles. They appear to be malnourished and suffer from chronic calcium deficiency.
The hair on the werewolf's body exploded, and he roared wildly to indicate that he was in danger. However, it was of no use and he was beaten anyway!
"Oooh! Oooh, ooh ooh~~"
The werewolf was howling and screaming after being beaten. Russell glanced twice and then looked away, coughing slightly: "Continuing with the topic just now, I saw two people with stupid faces. They must be Prince Wiccan and Princess Anna, right?"
Wiccan swallowed, faced the werewolf BOSS, and hurriedly protected his sister behind him: "Yes, I am Wiccan. What can I do for you?"
"Prince Wiccan, I heard that you are very rich?"
"without……"
"Huh!?" Russell snorted softly, looking past Wiccan and focusing on Anna.
"No...that's right, I have nothing but money!"
