"Werewolf, if you still have human rationality, release the woodcutters you captured. I can help you find the murderers who hurt your wife."

"If you have become a murderer who killed innocent people, then you are no different from those villains who hurt your wife."

The werewolf seemed to become even angrier after hearing this. He roared through the wooden door and said, "You are indeed just like the legend says, you are all emotionless monsters."

"For the sake of revenge, I no longer care whether my hands are stained with blood. Those guys are not willing to cooperate with me at all. They are all accomplices who shield the murderer."

"As long as I can't find the murderer of that day, I will keep looking, even if it means killing all the lumberjacks around here."

Hearing this answer, Wayne understood that he was still a cursed monster after all, and anger and killing had filled his mind.

It is estimated that this attack on the lumberjacks was not the werewolf's first action. Perhaps it was because it was too difficult to find a few murderers in the vast crowd, so the werewolves had transferred their hatred for the murderers to the entire group of lumberjacks.

He silently put on a reinforced Quinn shield, took an alchemical bomb from his belt with his left hand, and shouted into the house: "In that case, werewolf, then come out."

"As long as you kill me, no one here will be able to stop you."

"Perhaps revenge is just your excuse. You simply enjoy killing."

Faced with Wayne's provocation, the werewolf could no longer suppress the destructiveness and impulse in his heart. He roared, rushed open the door, and pounced towards Wayne outside the door.

Wayne's eyes focused, and he instantly threw the alchemical bomb in his left hand towards the werewolf that was rushing towards him.

There was a muffled bang, but it was not the sound of gunpowder explosion. A large amount of silver-white dust exploded instantly, forming thick silver smoke, which directly wrapped the werewolf in a layer of fluorescence.

This is a moon dust bomb. Its main ingredients are silver powder, a small amount of magic-blocking gold, and other special herbal powders that are effective against curses. It is very effective against monsters created by magic or curses, as well as monsters without normal forms such as ghosts and evil spirits.

It is the nemesis of werewolves. Not only will it continuously harm the werewolf's body, but it can also effectively restrict the werewolf's recovery ability, making them lose the ability to fight for a long time.

The werewolf in mid-air was hit directly, and couldn't help but let out a painful roar, shouting in an angry voice:

"Despicable demon hunter!"

Wayne didn't care. According to the principles of the demon hunter, to deal with monsters, one must use any means necessary, including poison, traps, and bombs. Being insidious and despicable is actually a compliment.

Otherwise, how can a demon hunter with flesh and blood fight against the millions of terrifying monsters in the world?

He raised his master-level silver sword and quickly stepped sideways to avoid the sharp claws of the angry werewolf.

Taking this opportunity, he slashed at the werewolf's belly where there was no bone protection, successfully leaving a bloody wound on its flank. The cursed oil on the blade also entered its body through the wound and began to damage its internal organs.

After all, he is just a werewolf transformed from a hunter. He does not possess real martial arts and can only fight relying on the wildness in his blood.

The werewolf let out another roar mixed with pain, but its movements did not stop at all. It gripped the ground with its claws, twisted its body forcefully, and waved its two sharp claws at Wayne on the side.

A werewolf is a monster that combines both agility and strength, and the speed at which it swings its claws is no less than the slashing speed of a swordsman.

Wayne held the sword with both hands, accurately unloaded the force to block several claw attacks, then kicked the werewolf on the cut flank fiercely, causing blood to splatter everywhere. Amid the werewolf's painful howls, he used the force to turn over and retreat several steps.

As soon as he stood firm, his left hand quickly drew an Igni sign in the air, and then he pushed hard, and a flame enveloped the werewolf not far away.

Too much fur weakens fire. The gray fur on the werewolf's back was instantly ignited by the flames, and even the werewolf's head, ears and beard were all burned.

Ah! Ah! Ah! The burning flames instantly aroused the werewolf's sense of pain, and the flames covering its head blocked its vision.

Fire is a fear ingrained in all living things.

The anger and fear made the werewolf even more manic. It waved its two claws wildly, trying to use this large-scale attack to stop the witcher from getting closer.

But Wayne didn't get close. He took off a Dragon Dream bomb from his belt and threw it at the crazy werewolf.

There was a loud bang. The power of the bomb was quite strong. The flammable material inside Dragon Dream not only intensified the fire on the werewolf, but also directly blew the werewolf away, leaving his whole body charred.

Seizing this opportunity, Wayne immediately flashed forward, and taking advantage of the moment when the werewolf's middle door was wide open, he grasped the master-level silver sword with both hands and swung a full-strength attack at the werewolf's heart.

This sword is indeed the work of a master blacksmith. When it hits a werewolf, it feels like hitting a piece of rotten bark.

Wayne only felt a slight resistance, and the sharp blade neatly cut through the werewolf's ribs and its heart protected by the ribs.

With a howl of pain and despair, the werewolf could no longer control his body. He staggered back a few steps and knelt on one knee on the ground.

His whole body was covered in silver powder and burned by the raging flames. Now there were huge wounds on his lower abdomen and heart. Even a werewolf could not withstand such injuries.

The werewolf knelt on his left knee and covered his heart with the sharp claws of his right hand. A large amount of blood flowed from the wound to the ground, mixed with many broken internal organs and bone fragments.

It opened its eyes that were almost blinded by the flames, and looked at the demon hunter not far away with blurry vision. It panted heavily and said in a hoarse voice: "Demon hunter, I am not a monster."

"I'm just a man avenging his wife."

"I was just too angry and accidentally killed a few lumberjacks."

"But I can't stop. If I die, who can avenge my wife Paula?"

"She was a kind woman and she didn't deserve what happened to her."

Wayne held the silver sword in both hands, pointed the tip of the sword at the werewolf's head, and exhaled lightly.

Although the battle just now lasted only a few minutes, every minute and every second was very dangerous.

If it weren't for the enhanced strength of the Thunder Potion, he would not be able to block the werewolf's claws, and the thin chain mail on his body was also no match for the werewolf's claws. If he was grabbed in the abdomen or chest, he would at least be seriously injured and would almost certainly die.

Wayne looked at the werewolf who was doomed to die and almost on his deathbed. He was alert to its dying counterattack and asked, "You are going to die soon, werewolf."

"Perhaps you can tell me what clues you have found."

"After you're gone, I may be able to get justice for your wife."

"Let those bastards who hurt her pay the price they deserve."

The werewolf laughed miserably upon hearing this, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and said hoarsely:

"What clues are there? What clues can I find in such a vast forest?"

"The only thing I can confirm is that it happened three days ago in the morning."

"My wife told me that there were three people who hurt her: a bald man, a man with a black beard, and a thin man."

"I didn't find out anything else."

Wayne sighed in his heart. Indeed, even thousands of years later, in an era of advanced technology, it would be difficult to find people who committed crimes in the wild, let alone in this barbaric Middle Ages.

However, his conscience still made him promise:

"I will do my best to help you find the murderer and bring them to justice."

"Do you have any last wishes?"

The werewolf heard this and looked up at Wayne. In fact, his eyes burned by the flames could no longer see Wayne's appearance, but he still said in a sad tone:

"Demon Hunter, my wife is buried in the yard. After you kill me, please bury us together."

"If you find the murderer, please come back to pay homage to us and tell us the good news."

Wayne nodded, looked at the werewolf who had lost the consciousness to resist, raised the silver sword in his hand, and ended his pain.

(End of this chapter)