In the early morning, the sun spreads from the distant horizon, making the whole grassland return to the embrace of light. At this moment, an exceptionally high bird song suddenly sounded from the sky, waking our barbarian adventurer from his sleep.

That was the voice of the construct raven 'Corn'! Barrett quickly got up from the ground, pulled out the "tyrannical touch" from his waist, and then began to observe the surrounding situation.

However, there was no battle, and there was no shadow of the enemy, only a dragonfly flew into the distance because of his sudden rise. The rest of the comrades were still asleep, and the guide who was in charge of the night by the bonfire, Gene, and Barrett, were on guard with swords. But the guide's alert didn't seem to be because of the bird song, but because of his unusual behavior at this time.

"What's wrong?" Jean looked at the suddenly awakened Barbarian with vigilant eyes, "Have a nightmare?"

Nightmare? A bright color flashed through Barrett's mind, and then slowly disappeared. "No..." It wasn't a nightmare, but it wasn't a good dream either. "Something should be approaching us." He looked around. , but still found nothing.

It seems that the danger is not yet approaching, the expression on the face of the barbarian slows down a little, and the weapon in his hand hangs down, "My construct raven has just issued a warning to me." He pointed into the air, "If I If you heard it correctly, it should be..." Before he could finish his words, the sound of birdsong sounded again, "It is indeed a warning."

"In my impression, there are no settlements of wild tribes around here." Genn looked up at the circling black dots in the sky, "If you don't count the passing Sweet Cane Village, the nearest tribe should be Yes, um..., a tribe of lizardmen called 'Scale Pain'! This tribe doesn't have a good impression of humans, I mean, humans from the south like us, but they also Don't do something too outrageous, otherwise the whole tribe will definitely not last today."

"Is that lizardfolk tribe far from here?" Barrett asked.

"It's still far away," the guide replied. "It will take at least two and a half days to reach them on horseback. Moreover, this area is not the range of those lizardmen, even if we do meet, It will only be a few lizardmen wanderers looking for information."

Did you scout these out when you were a cavalry? Barrett did not speak out about this idea.

The guide continued to speak, frowning, "The thing that your construct is reminding me of may be a pack of wolves returning from a hunt, or a shadow lynx going back to sleep after a full meal, or some sort of just sleeping. Awake ferocious animals." He looked at Barrett, "There are many kinds of dangerous animals in the vast sea grassland, but as long as we don't take the initiative to provoke them, they are unlikely to attack us."

The bodyguard Red Crab and the little mage Chris also woke up at this time, only the businessman Ariel was still sleeping under the blanket. Red Crab scratched his head and got up sleepily, hung the weapon beside him on his waist, and walked slowly behind the beech tree. Immediately afterwards, a rushing sound of running water came from behind the tree.

"What's going on?" he asked, probing from behind the tree at the convenience. "If I heard right, someone seemed to be saying that something was approaching us? Really, what?"

"I don't know yet." Barrett was about to reach out and call back the "corn" in the air, but was interrupted by the little mage's words.

"I'd better go up and have a look." Chris stretched and hit his face with a zero-ring 'freezing ray' to make himself awake a little, and then he slowly rose into the air and looked towards him. The Construct Raven looked in the direction pointed.

"What did you see?" Barrett asked, looking up.

"It's a bear." The little mage's voice came from the air.

Oh, fortunately, it wasn't such an intractable danger, Barrett was relieved. Even a bloodthirsty bear with a body similar to that of an ogre and an exceptionally brutal temper, he is confident that he will be killed by the sword.

"Wait..." The little mage flew forward again, "It's not a bear, it's a man. No, it's not a man, um..., it's a bear man!"

"Bearman?" Barrett looked at the guide beside him. "Another Druid?"

Genn's face was a little serious. "As far as I know, Druids can only have animal and human forms, and there is no half-human, half-beast form like 'Bearman'. So it should be a lycanthrope!"

Beastman! The long sword in Barrett's hand rose slightly. If it was really a beast, it would be a little troublesome.

The most terrifying part of these creatures is not their strong physique or agile skills, nor the uncontrollable animal impulses and bloodthirsty desires when the moon is full, but the terrifying curse beastization curse that they carry themselves.

Any humanoid being injured by a lycanthrope will be infected by this curse and slowly become a part of them, constantly struggling between reason and animal nature.

This is an extremely ancient curse, and the exact time of its appearance can no longer be determined. In the human kingdoms before the Magic Empire, traces of lycanthropes can often be found. They lurked secretly in human form on weekdays and spread fear and evil to the inhabitants of the town on the night of the full moon. Among them, the most famous and largest lycanthropy attack was named 'Rat Tide' by later generations.

The original site where the 'Rat Tide' incident took place at the time was the territory of the Holy Kingdom of Arathor. With the amount of knowledge our barbarian adventurer has, his understanding of the 'rat tide' is undoubtedly very one-sided. He neither knows the background and starting point of the incident, nor how the rat people developed quietly under the eyes of human beings. strong.

He only knew the climax of the incident, when a large number of Rat People poured out of the sewers in the full moon, they drove the dense group of rats and giant rats the size of calves, and captured a large human city. And turn more human beings in the city into their own kind.

These rat people also used the human city as their stronghold, spreading like a plague, occupying more and more surrounding cities and villages, as if to announce to the world that a new race would stand in the form of a rat empire. on the mainland.

It is a pity that this rising rat-man empire has not really been established, and several human kingdoms have united elves, dwarves, and other intelligent races to eliminate it in the bud.

And Barrett remembered that there was also a lycanthropy werewolf in the misty forest ~lightnovelpub.net~ who suffered this curse. Although he has not personally faced the lycanthrope, he has heard that when he talks to people, he has a very obvious accent unique to the Holy Arathor Kingdom, and the werewolf's conversation is elegant at least when he is sober. This shows that he has a good education, and the adventurers in the Bay of Pigs guess that the werewolf should be a noble in the holy kingdom of Arathor.

However, the werewolf has yet to infect other adventurers. The adventurer who encountered him was either killed directly by sharp claws, or was let go unharmed after a simple exchange, so the entire foggy forest is still the only beast-like werewolf he is.

"Unlike other lycanthropes who gather in groups to live in groups, bearmen are generally loners," said the guide Genn. "I hope that guy has been able to control his violent impulses."

The little mage landed from the air, "The bear man is indeed coming for us, it is slowly moving forward in the windbreak grass that is as high as one person, and it is about two kilometers away from us. It won't be long before you guys You can see him." He said in a relaxed tone, "Even if there is a real battle, don't worry about being infected by the curse, because I have a potion that can remove the curse, and it will be effective as long as you drink it within a month. ."

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