How to Live as a Wandering Knight
Chapter 86.2: ๐๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ (๐)โThatโs freakishly fascinating. How did you do it?โ
โDo you know that werewolves are fond of the moon?โ
โOf course.โ
โI heard from a hunter I used to run with. He was an experienced hunter who had caught dozens of werewolves. He said that werewolves go crazy at the sight of moonstone.โ
โReally?โ
โYes. While monsters are sensitive to scents, moonstone especially drives them wild. Thatโs why I mixed moonstone powder into the scent to lure the monsters.โ
โI see. So thatโs why theyโre going berserk like that.โ
โRight. The werewolves will pounce on any pig that enters the forest, and the scent on them will transfer to others. . .โ
Galambos boasted with pride, showcasing his knowledge. Even the fierce mercenaries of the Arrowhead Mercenary Group listened in awe.
โYou deserve the recognition you get from the knights.โโDonโt be envious. You reap what you sow.โ
โIsnโt it a bit arrogant to fight werewolves ourselves?โ
At the mercenariesโ words, Galambos waved his hand in warning.
โDonโt threaten carelessly. They might run away immediately.โ
In this darkness, surrounded by the forest, no mercenary wanted to engage in a chase with the eastern hunters.
Besides, Galambosโs role was far from over.
โ. . .So, when does this Werewolf King appear?โ
โSoon. Youโll know by its howl. Just follow the sound.โ
โIs it that different from regular werewolves?โ
โBigger in size and different in color. Each leader monster has its own traits. Usually, theyโre much faster, stronger, and smarter than regular werewolves.โ
Galambos took a sip of beer and continued.
โBut a frenzied one is easier to trap. Just do as I say.โ
โ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ. ๐๐๐ง ๐ฐ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ?
โ๐๐ก๐ฒ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ? ๐๐โ๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐๐๐. ๐๐ฎ๐๐ก ๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐*๐ญ๐๐ก.
๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ
โIt wasnโt a lie?โ
โ. . . . . .โ
Botan had a bitter expression. Johan seemed to believe him. . .
โOpen your eyes, or Iโll gouge them out.โ
โYou play the Empire game well.โ
โโ โ โ โ .โ
Euclyia blushed and waved her hand shyly at Johanโs compliment. Botan, looking incredulous, said:
โI spoke the truth. Thatโs a camp over there.โ
Like the centaursโ camp, their camp was expertly concealed, barely letting any light escape. It would have been hard to find without Botan leading them.
Johan was troubled upon actually locating the enemyโs position.
The timing was delicate.
With werewolves rampaging nearby, attacking them could lead to mutual destruction in an unlucky scenario.
These monsters, currently howling at the moon in madness, were unpredictable. They could be drawn by the smell of blood and sounds of battle.
โ๐๐ง ๐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ป๐ฆ ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ข๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ท๐ฆ๐ด.โ
Johan pondered, while Euclyia fidgeted beside him, asking, โโ ? โ โ ?โ. Johan patted her back reassuringly.
โWait. Donโt get any closer.โ
โ?โ
โThat eastern hunter said he set traps. Stick to this path.โ
โAh. So, the plan was to draw the werewolves here. . . Wait a minute.โ
In that moment, Johan felt a wicked idea cross his mind.
๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ
โโ - โ โ โ โ !โ
Johan and Euclyia circled the area, calling out the werewolves. Johan, with a bow in hand, shot at the werewolvesโ arms or shoulders.
โValkalmur!โ
Johan was increasingly adept at wielding the power of the malevolent spirit. Valkalmur produced optimal results even in challenging situations.
The surrounding werewolves, ceasing their howling, began to gather more and more. Johan signalled to Euclyia.
โThis is, really. . .โ
โWhat? Thinking of switching sides again?โ
โDonโt insult me with such nonsense!โ
Botan, helping out, was first astonished, then serious. He had no intention of returning to Boriska.
However, Johanโs plan was truly horrifying.
To gather the nearby werewolves and take them to that camp!
โThis way! This way, you wolf brutes! Come this way!โ
Since mastering magic, Johanโs voice had begun to contain a strong power. As Johan shouted, the werewolves followed, as if whipped into changing direction.
โLetโs go! Letโs bring glory to Sir Boriska and the knights!โ
โโ โ โ !โ
Euclyia, with an excited expression, chased after Johan, shouting. Unlike Botan, for a centaur, this was pure enjoyment.
๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ
โWait. That sounds like a human voice.โ
Galambos suddenly stood up. There was something odd mixed in with the werewolvesโ howling.
โDid you drink the wrong beer?โ
โQuiet. Thereโs a human voice. . .โ
โThe werewolves howling like this, one could be mistaken.โ
โ. . .Others have come! Itโs definitely those centaur brutes!โ
โWhat? Damn it. You said you were the fastest?โ
โCentaurs can be fast too! Am I the only one whoโs fast?!โ
โWe should report to the knight.โ
โThe knightโs going to freak out.โ
โ. . .Wait.โ
โWhat. You want us not to report?โ
โNo. The sound of hooves. . .โ
The ground-pounding sound grew louder. Galambosโs face began to sink.
โWerewolves!!!!โ
โDamn it!โ
Those patrolling nearby spotted it first. They shouted at the top of their lungs.
โDamn wolves, are they crazy?!โ
โHey, hunter! You said they wouldnโt come this way!โ
โShut up and get ready to fight!โ
Galambos was also flustered. How could this happen?
But the werewolves were already charging fiercely. The mercenaries hid behind obstacles, drawing their weapons.
โScatter! Scatter!โ
โShouldnโt we gather?โ
โItโs better to scatter when theyโre running wild, *sshole! Just listen and call the knight! Tell him to catch a werewolf!โ
Thanks to the werewolves drawing attention, Johan easily entered the camp. A mercenary, staring blankly at the werewolves, locked eyes with Johan.
โWhere is Sir Boriska?โ
โUh. . .?โ
๐๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฉ!
A hole in the body usually loosens the tongue. The mercenary, screaming, pointed in a direction.
โThanks!โ
Johan rode off. He saw faces coming with torches in the pointed direction. It was Sir Boriska and the other knights.
โBoriska of the Petreo family! Come at me. Iโll give you a chance for revenge!โ
โ?!โ
Boriska was startled. The one he wanted to avenge suddenly appeared before him?
But his panic didnโt cloud his judgment.
โTurn and block him so he canโt escape! Iโll strike him myself!โ
โโ !โ
Euclyia, cursing, threw her spear. A knight, turned to dodge, hastily crouched to avoid it.
โThis damned centaur. . .โ
โValkalmur!โ
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