Chapter 685 The Way to Make Werewolves Lose Their Minds
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The orichanite bullets that traced the white magic circuits were as bright as lightning, and as fleeting as lightning.
It dispels the darkness, if only for a moment.
A werewolf fell down while maintaining a forward sprint.
He clutched his thigh, howling in pain.
The three companions fell, not only did they not shrink back in fear, but instead aroused a more ferocious side.
"Wow——" the leader of the werewolf raised his head and howled at the moon, rushing towards the moon like a speeding truck.
Vincent brought down another werewolf and quickly aimed his gun at him.
Orichalcum bullets that glowed with dazzling white light were embedded in the arm covered with hard hair.
"Puff puff——" the werewolf covered his body with his arms and slowed down a little.
"They're coming!" cried Hermione, standing behind Vincent.
Her Iron Armor Charm barely covered the front.
Vincent lowered the blade of his gun and uttered the incantation: "Armor protects you!"
The leader of the werewolf was already running in front, heavily hitting the newly formed light blue magic barrier with his shoulder.
Vincent squeezed the alder wand tightly, gritted his teeth and persisted.
If he didn't have the few shots he just made up, he might have been knocked into the air.
Hermione felt the pressure from her back, holding her wand firmly in front of her with her two small hands.
With a sound of "Dong", a werewolf bumped over.
Almost at the same time, sharp claws exuding an icy aura pierced towards the gap between the two armor curses.
It is also an artifact that supports offline reading, App]
"Peng—" the gun rang out, and the fourth werewolf was knocked down.
The eyes of the werewolf leader who was only separated by a magical barrier seemed to flash red for a moment.
"Ow!
! "He opened a pair of sharp claws and grabbed it like crazy.
One, two, three.
Vincent struggled to hold on, "We're in trouble!"
Hermione, who was back to back with him, was pushed forward, "Me too!"
The werewolves on the other side of her barrier shook their heads, then ran away.
With a sound of "Dong", another werewolf bumped over.
"Hermione, turn your head around!" Vincent kicked the box up and clamped it with his elbow, and rummaged through it to find a bottle of golden potion.
He bit off the cork and held it to Hermione's mouth.
Snape's version of the Vitality Tonic didn't smell like jasmine, but it wasn't particularly unpleasant either.
My whole body felt warm, and even my ankles didn't hurt much.
The magic barrier in front of her magically expanded a circle, perfectly wrapping the gap in the middle.
Vincent quickly dug out bottle after bottle of potions.
Perception Potion, Strength Potion, Agility Potion, Uplifting Potion, Healing Potion...
Under the boost of the potion, Hermione withstood the collisions again and again.
Probably because they knew that continuing would have no effect, the werewolves scattered far away.
The same goes for the werewolf leader, who no longer waved his sharp claws.
"No, they haven't given up yet." Vincent continued to take out the potion.
Snape was worthy of being a master of potions, he had already dispelled the fatigue in his whole body just after drinking the Vitality Tonic.
If I knew the effect was so good, I should have drunk it first before fighting.
"Wow——" the werewolves who retreated far away raised their heads and howled towards the moon.
If you guess correctly, this time they will attack at the same time.
"What should we do?" Hermione subconsciously leaned against Vincent's back,
"If there are so many werewolves coming, even if we drink the potion, we may not be able to resist it."
Vincent motioned her to look down.
Hermione froze for a moment, then smiled knowingly.
Knowing that you will lose in a head-to-head encounter, let the opponent suffer the consequences.
When the werewolves came galloping one by one, they both stared ahead calmly.
Fifty feet, thirty feet, ten feet.
"It's now!" With Vincent shouting, Hermione and he pointed their wands at their feet at the same time.
The invisible mana penetrated in, compressing the soil around his feet into a rapidly growing pothole.
With a whoosh, the two fell in.
It's too late to stop.
The werewolves on the ground collided with each other, and the powerful impact made them fly backwards.
The strongest werewolf leader only staggered a few steps, but his left arm was hanging down, obviously broken.
"Aww—" he growled, his eyes turning blood red.
The sharp right claw pierced into the hole that was about to close, kicking up a large swath of mud.
Vincent held the blade high above his head, blocking the heavy claws just in time.
The werewolf leader's right claw was like an axe, hitting the mithril blade of the gun blade one after another, splashing thin pieces of hard horny debris.
The mithril blade was like a nail plate, shortening his claws little by little.
The debris scratched across Vincent's resolute side face, leaving a light bloodstain.
As if stimulated by the smell of blood, the werewolf suddenly grabbed the blade of the gun and opened its mouth that was emitting a foul smell.
Poisonous saliva flowed down, and he grasped the blade of the gun tightly, as if to lift Vincent to his mouth.
Hermione quickly hugged Vincent, whose feet were off the ground, and then pointed her wand at the big mouth full of fangs.
"Blazing flames!"
The salivating mouth of the werewolf leader was ignited by a small flame.
He let go of his paws and fell outside rolling.
Vincent turned his head and met Hermione's eyes.
The two of them pointed their wands at their feet in a tacit understanding, so that the mana would no longer compress the soil.
The pothole goes up, and the first thing you see is the werewolf leader who is biting the ground.
He repeatedly bites off the dirt and spits it out, which is very confusing.
Although the flame of the fire spell has been extinguished, the mouth is one of the most vulnerable parts of animals.
Trying to relieve the burning sensation with pain?
No, more like losing my mind.
Vincent and Hermione ignored him and began to look around.
The werewolves who were hit by the orichanite bullets still fell to the ground and howled, and only a few of the werewolves who collided with each other were awake.
The first tall and thin werewolf to be knocked down sat on the ground, curled up with his hands clasped around his head.
Although he couldn't see his expression, based on the ordinary bullets scattered nearby, the injury he suffered just now is probably almost healed.
I don't know whether to be beaten into autism or to regain my sanity, but even the weakest werewolf has such strong resilience, it is not a wise choice to spend it with them.
"we won?"
Vincent looked back, "Probably not yet."
Hermione pursed her lips, and suddenly blushed and let go of her hand.
Maybe it wasn't intentional to hold him all the time, after all, she was so shy, she could only be careless.
"Cough—" Vincent raised his gun and took a step forward.
Seeing the leader who was still biting the ground with guns pointed at, the werewolves stood up and roared loudly.
"Huh—" Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, none of them are like their leader."
After fighting with werewolves, I realized that the way to make them lose their minds is very simple.
If you don't put it down immediately, you will arouse the animal nature that is deeply hidden.
"Pure penetration is not suitable for dealing with them. Paralysis or hypnosis would probably be a better solution."
Hermione didn't dare to look at him, she blushed and nodded in agreement with his analysis.
Although there are many close contacts, it is obviously not the time to consider these.
() After a brief discussion, the two decided to leave here as soon as possible.
The broomstick is undoubtedly the fastest way in the event that it has already been discovered.
……
……
It dispels the darkness, if only for a moment.
A werewolf fell down while maintaining a forward sprint.
He clutched his thigh, howling in pain.
The three companions fell, not only did they not shrink back in fear, but instead aroused a more ferocious side.
"Wow——" the leader of the werewolf raised his head and howled at the moon, rushing towards the moon like a speeding truck.
Vincent brought down another werewolf and quickly aimed his gun at him.
Orichalcum bullets that glowed with dazzling white light were embedded in the arm covered with hard hair.
"Puff puff——" the werewolf covered his body with his arms and slowed down a little.
"They're coming!" cried Hermione, standing behind Vincent.
Her Iron Armor Charm barely covered the front.
Vincent lowered the blade of his gun and uttered the incantation: "Armor protects you!"
The leader of the werewolf was already running in front, heavily hitting the newly formed light blue magic barrier with his shoulder.
Vincent squeezed the alder wand tightly, gritted his teeth and persisted.
If he didn't have the few shots he just made up, he might have been knocked into the air.
Hermione felt the pressure from her back, holding her wand firmly in front of her with her two small hands.
With a sound of "Dong", a werewolf bumped over.
Almost at the same time, sharp claws exuding an icy aura pierced towards the gap between the two armor curses.
It is also an artifact that supports offline reading, App]
"Peng—" the gun rang out, and the fourth werewolf was knocked down.
The eyes of the werewolf leader who was only separated by a magical barrier seemed to flash red for a moment.
"Ow!
! "He opened a pair of sharp claws and grabbed it like crazy.
One, two, three.
Vincent struggled to hold on, "We're in trouble!"
Hermione, who was back to back with him, was pushed forward, "Me too!"
The werewolves on the other side of her barrier shook their heads, then ran away.
With a sound of "Dong", another werewolf bumped over.
"Hermione, turn your head around!" Vincent kicked the box up and clamped it with his elbow, and rummaged through it to find a bottle of golden potion.
He bit off the cork and held it to Hermione's mouth.
Snape's version of the Vitality Tonic didn't smell like jasmine, but it wasn't particularly unpleasant either.
My whole body felt warm, and even my ankles didn't hurt much.
The magic barrier in front of her magically expanded a circle, perfectly wrapping the gap in the middle.
Vincent quickly dug out bottle after bottle of potions.
Perception Potion, Strength Potion, Agility Potion, Uplifting Potion, Healing Potion...
Under the boost of the potion, Hermione withstood the collisions again and again.
Probably because they knew that continuing would have no effect, the werewolves scattered far away.
The same goes for the werewolf leader, who no longer waved his sharp claws.
"No, they haven't given up yet." Vincent continued to take out the potion.
Snape was worthy of being a master of potions, he had already dispelled the fatigue in his whole body just after drinking the Vitality Tonic.
If I knew the effect was so good, I should have drunk it first before fighting.
"Wow——" the werewolves who retreated far away raised their heads and howled towards the moon.
If you guess correctly, this time they will attack at the same time.
"What should we do?" Hermione subconsciously leaned against Vincent's back,
"If there are so many werewolves coming, even if we drink the potion, we may not be able to resist it."
Vincent motioned her to look down.
Hermione froze for a moment, then smiled knowingly.
Knowing that you will lose in a head-to-head encounter, let the opponent suffer the consequences.
When the werewolves came galloping one by one, they both stared ahead calmly.
Fifty feet, thirty feet, ten feet.
"It's now!" With Vincent shouting, Hermione and he pointed their wands at their feet at the same time.
The invisible mana penetrated in, compressing the soil around his feet into a rapidly growing pothole.
With a whoosh, the two fell in.
It's too late to stop.
The werewolves on the ground collided with each other, and the powerful impact made them fly backwards.
The strongest werewolf leader only staggered a few steps, but his left arm was hanging down, obviously broken.
"Aww—" he growled, his eyes turning blood red.
The sharp right claw pierced into the hole that was about to close, kicking up a large swath of mud.
Vincent held the blade high above his head, blocking the heavy claws just in time.
The werewolf leader's right claw was like an axe, hitting the mithril blade of the gun blade one after another, splashing thin pieces of hard horny debris.
The mithril blade was like a nail plate, shortening his claws little by little.
The debris scratched across Vincent's resolute side face, leaving a light bloodstain.
As if stimulated by the smell of blood, the werewolf suddenly grabbed the blade of the gun and opened its mouth that was emitting a foul smell.
Poisonous saliva flowed down, and he grasped the blade of the gun tightly, as if to lift Vincent to his mouth.
Hermione quickly hugged Vincent, whose feet were off the ground, and then pointed her wand at the big mouth full of fangs.
"Blazing flames!"
The salivating mouth of the werewolf leader was ignited by a small flame.
He let go of his paws and fell outside rolling.
Vincent turned his head and met Hermione's eyes.
The two of them pointed their wands at their feet in a tacit understanding, so that the mana would no longer compress the soil.
The pothole goes up, and the first thing you see is the werewolf leader who is biting the ground.
He repeatedly bites off the dirt and spits it out, which is very confusing.
Although the flame of the fire spell has been extinguished, the mouth is one of the most vulnerable parts of animals.
Trying to relieve the burning sensation with pain?
No, more like losing my mind.
Vincent and Hermione ignored him and began to look around.
The werewolves who were hit by the orichanite bullets still fell to the ground and howled, and only a few of the werewolves who collided with each other were awake.
The first tall and thin werewolf to be knocked down sat on the ground, curled up with his hands clasped around his head.
Although he couldn't see his expression, based on the ordinary bullets scattered nearby, the injury he suffered just now is probably almost healed.
I don't know whether to be beaten into autism or to regain my sanity, but even the weakest werewolf has such strong resilience, it is not a wise choice to spend it with them.
"we won?"
Vincent looked back, "Probably not yet."
Hermione pursed her lips, and suddenly blushed and let go of her hand.
Maybe it wasn't intentional to hold him all the time, after all, she was so shy, she could only be careless.
"Cough—" Vincent raised his gun and took a step forward.
Seeing the leader who was still biting the ground with guns pointed at, the werewolves stood up and roared loudly.
"Huh—" Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, none of them are like their leader."
After fighting with werewolves, I realized that the way to make them lose their minds is very simple.
If you don't put it down immediately, you will arouse the animal nature that is deeply hidden.
"Pure penetration is not suitable for dealing with them. Paralysis or hypnosis would probably be a better solution."
Hermione didn't dare to look at him, she blushed and nodded in agreement with his analysis.
Although there are many close contacts, it is obviously not the time to consider these.
() After a brief discussion, the two decided to leave here as soon as possible.
The broomstick is undoubtedly the fastest way in the event that it has already been discovered.
……
……
