In contrast, Neil's attack style is much more terrifying, and his fangs and claws are his weapons.

From the perspective of posture, there are still some shadows of free fighting.

Samael saw with his own eyes that he tore the throat of one of the snow monsters with his fangs and chewed two mouthfuls into his stomach.

Like a beast, no one dared to think that this was the sunny and handsome man before.

Samael frowned, but said nothing.

With his joining, soon the snow monsters were slaughtered by them.

Several people cleaned themselves up, packed the bodies in boxes, and had to take a taxi home.

"Branson, don't your family want to be so exaggerated.

Derek looked at the castle in front of him and felt speechless, this is what you mean by a luxurious villa?

"You know what, you should joke about the accumulation of more than a dozen generations."

Branson pouted and said with disdain.

Their family lacks everything, but there is no shortage of money.

As soon as they got off the bus, they were greeted by a group of teenagers, both men and women, one by one.

Samael perceives it carefully, and detects a magical source similar to Neil's, with traces of magic, but more like a curse.

As soon as he entered the room, Samael "wrapped" the entire room in all directions with a thin curtain of water, staring firmly at Branson.

"I'm sorry to involve you, it's much worse than I expected.

Branson's expression darkened, and he looked at the two guiltily.

"There's no need to feel guilty, we're friends, aren't we?

Samael looked clear-looked, and when he first recruited Branson, he promised to help him avenge him.

"Things have already happened, or do you know what you know, tell me what you know.

Samael spoke calmly.

"American werewolves can be said to be quite widely distributed, with a total of 12 clans, and our Funeral Moon clan has at least a bad relationship with half of the ethnic group.

"Among them, there are no less than 4 who want to kill me, and the one who attacked us today should be sent by the Qianyue clan, this group usually gathers some unscrupulous ethnic groups or killers for training, in terms of numbers alone, it should be the largest number of the 12 ethnic groups."

After Branson finished speaking, Samael was stunned, in this acre of three-point land in the United States, you are no different from the enemy of the world.

Branson was embarrassed to see it.

"Your uncle is also from the Funeral Moon clan, how come he has nothing to do in the United States, and you were attacked as soon as you came back.

Samael was puzzled, the timing was too coincidental.

"Don't doubt him, I don't know if you notice the difference between

the two of us?" "In addition to the difference in hair, the eyes of the pupils of the two of you are different."

Samael thought back for a moment and said with certainty.

"That's right, the crimson pupils are a symbol of the crown prince, and it is useless for them to kill Neil, but it will make me hide far away." "

Then why kill you?"

asked Derek as he poked his head out, scratching his head, and asked curiously.

"Because there are ambitious people who want to gather the bloodline of the 12 crown princes to awaken the werewolf ancestor.

"It was the Qianyue family who did it against our family back then, and my mother fought to the death to save me.

Branson's tone was solemn, and he fell into deep thought, wondering if he thought of his dead family.

", it's so bloody.

Derek was speechless, and at the same time felt himself involved in a huge whirlpool, and his expression became even more excited.

Samael gave him a blank look and continued. "Do you have any plans, we alone can't help you pay." "

That's hundreds of werewolves, Samael really doesn't have confidence, and it's not a joke."

"That's the other thing I'm going to say, each of our werewolves only have the Crown Prince, the Priest, and the Healer who can use magic through age, and the other werewolves can only improve their resistance, speed, and resilience.

"They will never be able to awaken magic for the rest of their lives, and they will only have to fight with people, just like my uncle Neil."

Branson said mysteriously.

"That is, we need to deal with no more than ten wizards?"

Samael's eyes lit up, and the difficulty dropped by more than one notch.

"!"

shouted Derek, five or six wizards, pinching in hand.

The threat of werewolves to wizards is nothing more than flexible positioning, extremely fast speed, strong resilience, and difficult wolf venom.

But none of this is difficult for them. They have drunk the blood of the Ryem cow and are definitely not weaker than werewolves in terms of strength.

A few explosion spells can definitely make them busy.

If they hadn't brought a wand, a powerful fire spell would have gone down and sent them directly to God.

"Don't be careless, the resilience of adult werewolves is not a joke, they are much stronger than me, and besides, you are still ready to win more with less, this battle is not easy to fight.

Samael's eyes shrank, he had seen Branson's terrifying resilience, no weaker than the Auror level of the Demolition Spell visible to the naked eye.

"It seems that the things in the yang world are not working, and there is some yin." "

To play yin, Samael has not been afraid of anyone.

From the first day he knew Branson, he had imagined stabbing him, and now that the two had become friends, the means they had prepared before could be used in the hands of the enemy.

(With Samael's heart, the moment Branson joined the organization, he thought that the solution after the betrayal was reasonable, after all, the reputation of the werewolf is really bad.)

"What's the method, tell me quickly.

Derek leaned his head over and looked at it curiously, even Branson was equally curious.

"I'll concoct a petrification potion, which slows down the werewolf's reflexes. When

everyone listened, their eyes lit up, yes, there is this thing and it is not much worse than fixing the target.

"I'm also good at the Soul Reaper Curse, controlling one of the high-level and coming to a sacrificial explosion, I have researched that power can blow up their gathering place. He

had studied Peter Pettigrew's magic at the beginning, and he found it surprisingly useful.

"If it really doesn't work, use a mandrake, I also brought this thing, with the perverted hearing of a werewolf, I see who doesn't die."

Samael spoke freely about what he wanted to use on Branson.

Branson and Derek were stunned and shuddered, worthy of being the uncrowned kings of Slytherin.

You deserve that name.

Derek stared at Samael's thick white hair, fantasizing about when he was bald.

His grandfather once told him that there is an old oriental proverb called not poisonous, not bald, not bald and not poisonous.

He felt it was just right for Samael.

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