Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Somewhere by a lake in the wilderness.

Three men dressed like mercenaries examined an imperceptible knife mark.

They have extremely powerful auras and glass bottles filled with unknown liquids tied around their waists.

"This should be what the Death Messenger left behind. Our tracking is correct."

One of them, a bearded man who seemed experienced, said.

"But whose footprints are the others? Who else but us can find the Deathbringer?"

A hooded man croaked, "No one should be able to withstand a blow from the Deathbringer without specific means."

"The Death Messenger's scythe can easily take away anyone's soul. However, this is only a summary of our few witnesses. There should be many special ones."

The tall and strong man who seemed to be the captain among the three added.

"Master Treasurer, do you mean that the Deathbringer has encountered a fellow who is not afraid of its scythe?"

"That may be the case, but we cannot rule out other possibilities. Maybe the Death Messenger encountered a level 6 or 7 monster?"

The captain shrugged.

"That guy should be cautious enough not to provoke that kind of person."

The hooded man shook his head.

Just then, the wind direction changed and a familiar smell came over.

The three of them frowned at the same time and looked in one direction.

After a brief exchange of glances, the three of them formed an inverted triangle and walked in the direction where the smell came from.

However, as they walked further and further, the scenes around them made them gradually nervous.

There were many holes that were left by the violent impact of some huge object, and there was also the aura of cursed magic around.

It is almost certain that the Messenger of Death provoked the wrong person and was chased all the way.

This discovery made the three secretly happy, but also worried. They were afraid that the messenger of death had escaped. If that was true, given that guy's temperament, he probably wouldn't appear again for decades, and then they would not be able to continue their hunt.

They were all people who had been persecuted by the Death Messenger. Either their relatives or their best friends had died. The original team was not just composed of three of them, and all of them died one by one while trying to hunt down the Death Messenger.

Now even the original captain is dead, and the current captain was the second in command at the time.

The three of them followed the traces and smells, gradually increasing their speed. After all, according to their previous analysis, the battle should have been over a long time ago.

They don't need to be too cautious.

Finally, they found the place where the final battle would take place, and a pit that they felt was much larger than any they had ever encountered appeared in their sight.

The charred land around indicated that the strong man who fought against the messenger of death used some extremely terrifying fire magic.

Is he a magician? ... The three of them speculated in their hearts.

However, when they saw the situation at the bottom of the pit, their eyes widened.

Deathbringer! A smaller version of Deathbringer.

The image of a man covered in a pitch-black cloak and holding a sickle has been deeply rooted in people's hearts. At this moment, it is holding a bunch of scorched earth and seems to be sad.

Although the three intruders did not make much noise, they should have been easily heard in this quiet environment.

However, the dark figure did not react.

The captain gestured to the hooded man beside him, who nodded, and they both slowly stepped back.

The other person took out a round-bottom bottle filled with pink liquid from his waist, gently brought it to his mouth and gulped down a mouthful.

Suddenly, a magic array engraved with intricate runes appeared under his feet. The magic array rose, and all the bodies swept by it disappeared.

The person who drank the pink liquid became invisible!

The captain and the hooded man each held a hemp rope, and they bent over and ran quickly around the edge of the pit, placing the ropes in their hands on the edge of the pit until the two met and the ropes were closed.

They also took out a round-bottom bottle from their waist, which was filled with green liquid. They poured the green liquid onto the rope, and the liquid magically spread quickly along the rope.

The two men were so excited that they knew this was a great opportunity, so they used the safest way to kill the enemy holding the sickle right here.

After the closed rope was completely dyed green, a wall that seemed to exist and not exist was formed, completely covering the pit.

It was also at this time that the smaller messenger of death came back to his senses from his sorrow. It seemed to sense the danger, and suddenly its green-flaming eyes hidden within its wide, tattered robe burst into an even brighter light.

Its sadness needs to be vented!

But when it locked onto two figures outside the pit, the other parties had already drunk the pink potion and disappeared!

The messenger of death immediately let go of his perception, and at the same time, he felt a little panic in his heart.

It has always been the case that others cannot see it and its father, but this is the first time that someone can become invisible in front of it!

There was still the breath of the enemy in the air, so the messenger of death absolutely believed that the two people were still there, but it didn't know that there were actually three.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis enveloped it! This made it instinctively take a few steps back, but it was of no avail.

Because an invisible net covered its head and face. No one knew what the net was made of, but it could touch its body, and the sickle could not cut it.

While the Death Messenger was in a panic, hard and sharp weapons pierced its body from three directions at the same time!

Stab! Stab!

Green arcs of electricity emerged from the body of the Death Messenger. That was the original energy in its body, which was actually drawn out by this unknown weapon!

It could no longer hide its fear, so it struggled to take out the things its father left it to save its life.

It was a short sickle filled with an ominous aura, with a barbed chain connected to the end of the sickle.

The Death Messenger held the handle of the short sickle and swung it forward! The net that covered it was shattered directly.

"Quickly open!"

The hooded man's voice came urgently!

The three of them cooperated well with each other and gave up the attack almost at the same time, rolling to the side!

Countless souls were attracted to the place where the short sickle was thrown, including animals, monsters, and humans!

They were hundreds of kilometers away, yet they were lured here so easily!

The three mercenaries were horrified when they saw this scene. They had heard from their old captain that the messenger of death used a short sickle with a chain, which could take away the souls of everyone in a town with one hook.

I don't know why I didn't use this hand anymore. I didn't expect that they would force it out at this critical moment today.

"Don't face that thing!" the captain warned loudly in a deep voice.

There was no need for him to say anything more, as the other two had already been on high alert.

The messenger of death also knew that his random attack had definitely missed. His hands were gripping the barbed chains, and he felt extremely painful. But compared to the pain, revenge was the most important thing now.

My father's soul-guiding lantern must have been taken away by these guys! We must take it back, otherwise there will be no one to support that adult in the future!