Chapter 297 The Werewolf Family The Board Is Gone! (Six Thousand Three, Two in One)

Brian turned his back to the bright moon, his wings motionless, his body suspended in the air by the air current, looking down at the battlefield below.

If he remembered correctly, the border sentry base below was close to the United States and Canada.

In fact, it was just some broken houses.

Of course, the border between the two countries was not blocked, but simply cut a road through the forest that could pass cars, and used this road as the border line. In fact, residents on both sides could go shopping next door at any time, and no one would care.

Brian's box containing the Afterglow Board was buried not far away.

Hmm?

Thinking of this, Brian suppressed his appetite and looked down with unkind eyes.

Big wolfdog..

Monster

Damn!

Could it be that his box was dug out?

As his eyes turned unkind.

The big wolfdog under his feet, who was still howling at the sky, shivered and felt cold all over.

Without any hesitation, he ignored the enemies and war items on the ground. He flashed, got on all fours, and ran towards the forest on the Canadian side like crazy.

The last time he felt this dangerous was when he was targeted by more than 20 heavy sniper rifles.

The guy above his head is very dangerous!

But how could Brian give him this opportunity.

With a sharp sonic boom, he fell from the sky with a hurricane and blocked the three-meter-tall werewolf: "Sorry, man, this road is blocked."

The three-meter-tall werewolf gave people a great sense of oppression.

He was too tall, with a smooth body and bulging muscles all over his body, full of violent aesthetics of speed and strength.

Such a tall abnormal creature, seeing Brian who was only as tall as his chest at this moment, was like seeing a ghost. He didn't dare to answer and turned around to run to the other side.

The next moment.

Boom~

Accompanied by a loud bang.

The tall tree was broken in half.

The werewolf with four limbs on the ground howled and screamed, and was kicked by Brian to fly four or five meters away. He crashed into a tree on one side and stopped flying.

He vomited blood and broken internal organs, and looked at Brian with horror.

This guy covered with black keratin was more terrifying than he imagined!

Brian looked at the werewolf flopping on the spot with surprise in his eyes.

After falling to the ground, he smelled the pheromones emitted from the other party's body.

How to say it.

This guy gave him a magical feeling: he was not a deformed person, not a beastman, in short, he did not have any biological pheromones unique to humans. If he closed his eyes, Brian almost thought that the other party was a real North American wolf.

The other party's strength was average, just at the critical point of the first-level life.

But the pheromone was full of youth.

The other party should not be very old.

After thinking about it.

Brian tilted his head and looked at the other party: "Deformed?"

The werewolf shook his head.

"Beastmen?"

The werewolf lay on the ground and shook his head again.

"Descendants of the Deformers?"

This time, the werewolf was a little entangled. After spitting out a large mouthful of blood again, he said in a rough voice: "My name is Kokuvit Brian, and I am from the Brian family in the Northwest Territories of Canada. We are the descendants of the combination of deformers and beastmen."

"Bryan family?"

Brian thought he had heard it wrong.

He knew that the Northwest Territories was one of the three regions in the first-level administrative region of Canada. It was called the Northwest Territories. It was located in the northwest of Canada, close to the Arctic Circle and Alaska in the United States. It was sparsely populated. The area of ​​1.17 million square kilometers had a total population of only tens of thousands.

The problem is, when did the Brian family appear in this bitter and cold land in the north!

If Susan knew about this, she would shoot herself twice!

Kokuvit thought Brian had heard of the Brian family, so he raised his head high and said proudly: "Yes, our Brian family is one of the earliest new human families with different blood. It has been three generations, more than fifty years. The most powerful tribesman is already a second-level life. It is considered to be the leading alien blood family in Canada."

Pah~

Brian slapped him: "Just talk, what do you mean by looking up? There is only one second-level life in fifty years. How can you be proud?"

Kokuvit was hit by a big slap and his eyes were full of stars.

He quickly lowered his head and said a little aggrieved: "I just answered your question."

Pah~

Brian slapped him again: "Did I ask you to speak?"

Kokuvit felt even more aggrieved.

He was three meters tall, with a swollen mouth, like a husky stung by bees on both sides of his face, lowering his head and saying nothing.

Kokuvit regretted running out to play.

The people outside were just as his sister said, too bad!

As he thought about it, tears appeared in Kokuvit's eyes: Sister, come and save me!

Looking at the tears in the other's eyes, Brian:

No.

Brother, you were so passionate when you roared at the moon just now, but I slapped you twice and made you cry?

This contrast made him feel uncomfortable, as if he was bullying a child.

He coughed and said, "Don't cry, I'll beat you even if you cry."

Kokuvit sniffed and tried to wipe his eyes, but then he realized that Brian had kicked him and broke his thick wolf claws. He couldn't use any strength, and his panic-stricken emotions suddenly broke. He sniffed and really started crying: "Woo...Awoo"

He cried and cried.

His huge body began to shrink, and then his fur shrank inward, and he unscientifically turned into a white young man who was only about 1.8 meters tall but had a childish face.

Especially the other person's eyes.

The other person's light blue eyes still carried the kind of clear stupidity that had never seen the world.

According to Brian's analysis of the races here.

This guy is probably not even eighteen years old...

To be honest, the guy in front of him reminded Brian of Thirteen.

But Thirteen is much smarter and more flexible than this little thing.

When that guy saw that the situation was not good, he turned into a dog, and Brian had never seen Thirteen suffer.

Brian sighed: "Don't cry, as long as you cooperate with me, I won't beat you or kill you, if you cry again I will roast you and eat you!"

Kokuvit's eyes were tearful: "Really?"

"Really!"

More than ten minutes later.

The two sat cross-legged next to the deformed meat mountain and roasted a fire.

After Kokuvit's narration, Brian also understood what happened.

The alien blood family is a specialty of Canada.

Canada is similar to the United States. The official enhanced people are only beastmen and enhanced people. As for the deformed people, they are also hunted and hunted.

This is also the mainstream in most countries.

Before the Brian family, there was no such thing as the alien blood family.

The origin is Kokuvit's grandmother.

Kokuvit's grandmother was the first wolf beastman in Canada.

As mentioned before, beastmen are affected by the genes of wild beasts, so they are also emotionally unstable and may have unusual habits such as eating raw meat. The biggest difference between them and deformed people is that they are generally controllable. At most, they are easily looked down upon by orthodox enhancers, so they are mostly chosen by civilians without official background.

Kokuvit's grandmother is in this situation.

The other party is one of the earliest first-level beastmen in Canada. He is a civilian, but has a small reputation.

If the other party is an orthodox enhancer, it is estimated that the rich second generation of those big families in Canada have lined up to pursue him, just to obtain the other party's excellent genetic inheritance.

Unfortunately, the other party is a beastman.

People are afraid of comparison.

Kokuvit's grandmother was very angry about this.

In a fit of anger, the other party rejected the pursuit of many colleagues who were also beastmen, came to the bitter and cold northwest region, and became one of the local official high-level officials.

As he got older.

After struggling, the other party finally decided to find a man to marry into the family and set up a family by himself.

Coincidence appeared.

During this period, Kokuvit's grandmother met a fantasy deformer, who was also a werewolf worshiper.

Fantasy deformers are the members of the Dark Council that Brian met in Europe before. When they worship mythical creatures and become deformed, they gain the gift of blood moon and develop towards those mythical creatures.

After discovering this, Kokuvit's grandmother did not capture the deformer, but took him to her villa and locked him up, and then tortured him day and night.

A few years later.

The second generation of the Brian family's bloodline appeared.

Kokuvit's grandmother was surprised to find that her descendants all had a wolf-like aura and stable genetics.

So she became more diligent.

Ordinary people were born during this period, but the genetic material of these ordinary people still retained a relatively stable mysterious gene chain, but the components were rare, so they did not form a stable inheritance.

After decades.

Now Brian has more than a dozen stable second-generation werewolf bloods and seven or eight third-generation werewolf bloods.

As these people grow up.

The other big families in Canada gradually discovered the secrets of the Brian family.

Thus, the name of the alien blood family appeared.

Some people imitated it.

And it was indeed successful.

After that, blood reproduction was also simple, just find a beastman of the same species of the opposite sex.

It is probably because of this reason that Brian's family was not thrown into the laboratory.

However, there are too few fantasy deformers of this kind of coincidence.

Without a corresponding type of fantasy deformer, even if it is a beastman of the same type, the offspring cannot have a relatively stable blood inheritance like the Brian family.

Therefore, the number of alien blood families is currently very small, less than the number of palms, and the reputation is still only circulated in a small circle in Canada, and most of them live in the bitter and cold northwest border. At present, they have not been integrated into the mainstream of the official enhanced people in Canada, and are still in a position of invisible discrimination.

Kokuvit is the third generation of werewolf blood of the Brian family.

According to him, the number of alien blood families is small and the existence time is short, so many things are still in the state of self-exploration, but they are indeed very similar to the werewolves in myths and legends, and can reproduce stably, but there is no phenomenon of infection when catching people.

Their blood can also be inherited.

For example, if both parents are first-level beings, then the first generation of offspring will most likely reach first-level beings when they grow up.

Without the influence of external forces, this is also the limit of their strength in the future.

If only one party is a first-level life, then the potential of the offspring is random.

The potential of the next generation of bloodline offspring is also determined by the strength of the parents.

This rule may not be correct, but the current members of the different-blood family are all like this.

This also surprised Brian.

This kind of family sounds quite similar to the bloodline magic family in the fantasy wizard novels of his previous life, and a bit like orcs.

This world is indeed becoming more and more strange under the radiation of the blood moon.

What happened this time was very simple.

Kokuvit is seventeen and a half years old and will soon reach adulthood.

As the third generation of his family, he is not very lucky. His potential assessment is at the critical point of the first level. If he wants to break through to the first level of life, he must rely on official resources in Canada. In addition, to find a wife, he will most likely have to go to the official He was looking for a lycanthrope combat team, so his parents prepared to arrange for him to serve.

Kekuwei had a wild nature and ran away unwilling to be restrained.

As a result, when his wolf nose came here, he smelled a very special smell.

Leaving home for the first time.

Kokuvit was not afraid of danger, so he followed stupidly, and finally installed a meat ball monster, which was almost eaten and beaten to death by the opponent.

In the end, he went crazy and relied on his powerful instinct to kill the meat ball monster. In the end, he couldn't help but scream to the sky.

The next plot is to meet Brian.

After chatting for a while, Kokuvit healed his scar and forgot about the pain.

Seeing that Brian didn't speak, he couldn't help but asked curiously: "Are you also a fantasy aberrant?"

There was actually a hint of envy in Kekuvit's tone.

Without him, Brian looked so handsome at the moment.

If a pair of goat horns are added to the head, the image of the demon lord in myths and legends will be complete.

Brian:

When he was flying, his speed was too fast, and he did not have a life magnetic field in his body like Dean. Ordinary clothes could not protect him at all. He would become naked while flying. In order to hide his identity, he controlled his body to create of the stratum corneum.

Coupled with a pair of bat wings that are three to four meters long, it does look very inhuman.

Brian pointed at the sarcoma monster in front of him angrily: "Have you seen this thing before?"

Kokuvit shook his head honestly: "The family is worried that we will be taken to the laboratory by other countries, so we generally will not let us leave the scope of the family's activities before we reach adulthood. When we reach adulthood, we will be sent to serve in official organizations. This There will be a comprehensive physical examination at that time, and those official organizations can easily obtain our body tissues, so there is no need to worry about the Canadian official organizations having bad intentions towards us. Therefore, before we reach adulthood, the only targets we fight are the tribesmen and some captured aberrants. , not much knowledge.”

Not to mention, this kind of lying down posture is quite suitable for the situation of a family of different blood.

No wonder Brian hadn't heard of this kind of family before.

He nodded: "Take me to the place where you first discovered this sarcoid creature."

He could actually find it by following the smell.

But there's no need to expose this.

The sarcoma monster killed by Kokuvit could not smell its breath, but its shape was very strange. It seemed that there were no bones in its body, and it was all deformed sarcoma proliferation. Its cells were still active after death, and its vitality was very strong. I don’t know. How Kokuwit was killed.

Kokuwit actually didn’t know it either.

He was fighting with the opponent, and the opponent lost his breath.

Hearing Brian's words, Kokuvit nodded and shyly put his hands on his Wolong Valley to cover up: "Well, it just so happens that I have to change clothes."

Underwear that never goes bad only exists under the power of the harmonious rules in the movie.

In fact, in every battle, especially physical combat, it is common for clothes to be damaged. Even if you are under the first level of life, there will be situations where the clothes are in tatters.

The place where Kokuvit discovered the Sarcoma Monster was a little far away from where they had just been.

The two walked about ten kilometers, passed through the border post, and went deep into the Canadian border before arriving at the target location.

This is an area with few trees.

There was a backpack hanging on a tree, and under the tree there was blood and torn strips of cloth.

Brian also saw a large striped backpack on a leaf, similar to a mountaineering camping one. Under the backpack was a gun bag for holding a long gun, but there was no gun inside.

This is a very common outdoor camping equipment.

After all, there are a lot of wild animals here.

Kokuvit jumped up the tree, grabbed his backpack, hid aside and changed his clothes.

Although his strength is not top-notch in Brian's eyes, he is already a monster to ordinary people, and his body has very strong recovery. He was kicked by Brian just now and his internal organs were vomited out, which was a fatal injury. At this time, he is no longer What an impact.

Brian ignored him.

He followed the blood stains on the ground, sniffed it gently, closed his wings, and walked deeper into the forest.

The blood is very fresh and should not be more than twelve hours old.

Brian smelled the remains of a middle-aged pheromone and the blood of a canine creature.

The canine creature does not refer to Kokuwit, but an actual dog.

In fact, when Brian was tracking, he also saw some black dog hair, but he couldn't identify the breed.

Follow along.

About a kilometer away, Brian began to see some rags on the ground, along with fur, flesh and blood residues and some fresh bone fragments.

There were obvious signs of movement around it, as if some reptile had crawled over it.

Go forward for ten meters again.

In a sunken terrain, a piece of bloody dog ​​skin was randomly thrown inside.

There were more torn pieces of clothing lying around.

There were also remnants of pants and belts, as if someone had transformed here.

There was a hole that had been pulled out on the side. On the edge of the hole, there was a strange-looking box that had been opened. It was surrounded by scratches and marks. There was also a blood-stained rifle lying next to the box. There are no traces of shooting left

Of course, these are not the point.

The point is: the board is gone! ! !

Brian's face darkened.

Mudd!

This is where he hid the box.

He also smelled fresh feline urine pheromones from the fresh dirt around the pothole.

Seeing these traces, he almost guessed the development of the matter:

An unlucky man who came to camp in the forest with a hunting dog approached here. Then the hunting dog probably noticed the smell of feline urine and alerted his master, so he ran here.

The master quickly chased after him with a gun.

In the end, the dog died, and the master turned into that sarcoma monster for some unknown reason.

As for the feline and the board...

Brian sniffed and his face turned darker.

The other party went deeper into the forest.

It is estimated that because the soil here is relatively soft, it wanted to dig a hole to urinate, and then dug out its box, which led to the following story.

There is only one type of cat active here: the Canadian lynx!

This thing is also called the Shame of Felines. It has a short tail and very weak combat power. Its main food source is rabbits. It will always pretend to be dead when it encounters danger.

So, my board was accidentally dug out by a peeing Canadian lynx, and then it was opened without knowing how?

Brian feels a little red!

A puff of hot breath blew out of his nose.

at this time.

His eyes swept away, and he suddenly turned his head and looked back.

Kokuwit, who was catching up, was startled by Brian's slightly red eyes.

He grabbed a camera and stuttered: "I found a camera."

The blood rage in Brian's eyes slowly disappeared.

He took the camera and looked at it.

This was obviously the thing that belonged to the unlucky camper.

The camera may have run out of power due to being turned on for a long time, so there is no way to check it.

at this time.

Kokuvit silently stuffed a power bank and spare battery over.

Power banks have been around for a few years and are very popular among outdoor campers. There are also larger power banks and portable solar panels, which allow people to enjoy the modern technology brought by electricity directly in the wild.

Brian glared at Kokuwit: "Next time, just take it out together."

Kokuvit nodded blankly: "Oh."

Charging doesn't take long.

Brian was going to take a look at what was captured on the camera before tracking down the Canadian lynx that had stolen his board.

While charging the camera.

With his mood a little calmer, he curiously asked Kokuvit, who was sitting aside in a daze, "Why didn't you run just now?"

Brian's cruelty is only directed at his enemies.

Kokuvet was not a bad guy, so he actually wanted to let the opponent go.

As a result, this stupid boy followed him stupidly, not caring at all about the fact that he was almost kicked to death by Brian.

Kokuvit smiled bitterly and said: "Don't dare to run. You are flying too fast and can see far away. Although there are big trees here, they are very far apart. Without a place for me to hide, I can't run away at all."

As he spoke, his stomach growled.

Seeing this, Brian took out a small stick of dried meat from the small 'genuine leather' pocket on his back and threw it over: "Eat it, then go back after you eat it."

Smelling the aroma of the dried meat, Kokuvit's eyes lit up, he quickly took it, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it happily.

This dried meat is actually mixed with the juice crystals of the 'blood fruit'. It looks ordinary, but actually contains a lot of energy.

After eating, Kokuvit showed a happy smile: "This is special food, I heard it is very expensive. You are such a nice person, I"

Snap~

Brian suddenly appeared next to Kokuwit and slapped him in the face.

Kokuwit covered his face and looked at Brian in disbelief.

Brian said angrily: "I beat you so many times and gave you a stick of meat jerky. You think I am a good person. Your family members have raised you for so long, but in the end, regardless of their concerns, you divorced Is it appropriate to run away from home?”

"I"

Kokuvit subconsciously wanted to refute.

Snap~

Brian came up with another big mouth: "Go away, go home, and apologize to your family honestly, or I will beat you every time I see you in the future!"

In the end, Kokuvit left alone in frustration.

Brian flew into the air and made sure that the other party was far away before putting away the murderous intention in his heart.

Don't let the second creature know about the board!

Such a delay.

The video recorder was also turned back on.

He took a deep breath and turned on the video recorder.