Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Chapter 565 Wild Magician

As the fourth prince laughed, three portals appeared behind the werewolf ancestor. In each portal was a mouth with fangs, which opened and closed quickly, chanting some obscure ancient spell.

The fourth prince's body began to swell, and his stronger muscles almost burst through his clothes.

But that's not the case. His body has remained at a state that is perfect in the eyes of people who like muscular men.

The werewolf ancestor stopped when he saw the changes, snapped his fingers, and a bright light appeared in front of him.

Boom——!

The entire dungeon exploded, and all the prisoners imprisoned therein, except the four princes, no matter how powerful and vicious they were, or the guards, were reduced to ashes in an instant.

……

Livar, a kingdom founded by cursed evil spirits.

And they were all evil spirits created by Glenn alone. I still remember the appearance of the princess of the fallen country with the white wolf when she found him. She looked like a malnourished girl walking out of the slums.

But now when he saw her again standing in this gloomy castle, the other party had changed a lot. Both her face and figure were top-notch. In addition, she was wearing an evil-style armor specially made to suit the environment. She really had the flavor of an evil princess.

The White Wolf now turned into a human form and knelt on one knee to meet Glenn, because Glenn was a person of higher status than the king in this kingdom.

"That's it. I'll carve the magic circle and runes in the place you find. Any questions?"

Glenn has been telling this here for a while.

As soon as he arrived here, he received a very warm welcome. The evil spirit minister and the king specially prepared human food and drinks to entertain him. Only after he had eaten and drunk enough did they start talking about business.

"Of course that's no problem, great Lord Glenn, your will is everything!"

A minister of evil spirits standing to Glenn's left, holding up a wine glass filled with cursed essence, echoed loudly.

Soon the rest of the evil spirit ministers also responded loudly.

At this time, the Evil Spirit King asked in detail:

"Sir Glenn, do you have any other requests? We will choose the most suitable location to build a church for you. If necessary, we can first capture the troll territory next to it. There is a very good place there."

"You are welcome to do whatever you want. Just find a place for me. This needs to be done as soon as possible. Do you understand?"

Glenn nodded slightly.

"By the way, Mr. Glenn, I recently went to the ruins of my former hometown and found many lost scrolls of magic. Do you need any more?"

The princess came over and bowed before asking.

"Give them all to me. I am really interested in this." Glenn showed some joy on his face, which also made the princess and the evil spirits present very happy. They all secretly praised the princess for her thoughtful consideration.

After the general explanation, Glenn was arranged to rest in a carefully prepared room.

A crescent moon hung high in the night sky, and moonlight shone through the windowless room into Glenn's room.

There is no electricity here, and even this castle belonged to a high-level vampire who was robbed by demons. It is said that it was left behind by an ancient mysterious kingdom.

The orange candle flame flickered, and Glenn seemed to be in a dark magician's room. He sat at the table and flipped through the magic notes copied down with the help of the precognitive mask.

These are detailed analyses of the rituals of establishing faith. According to the Mask of Precognition, these notes were annotated by a great magic instructor. Glenn was so engrossed in reading them because they were not difficult to learn.

Although he only needed to copy the answers and follow the instructions of the predictive mask to draw up a plan, he didn't mind learning more about the principles involved.

The sound of turning pages sounded at a relatively steady frequency, quiet and harmonious.

However, this harmony did not last long. The sound of turning pages stopped at some point and never sounded again.

It wasn't because Glenn encountered something difficult to understand.

"You've been watching for so long, come out."

Glenn suddenly spoke up.

There should be no one in this room, but his voice was so firm.

After waiting for a long time, there was still no movement.

"I gave you a chance." Glenn sighed.

A strong curse gradually rose behind him. It was still floating on its own in the previous second, and suddenly exploded like a bomb in the next second, covering every corner of the room in an instant.

There is a humanoid creature wrapped tightly in a curse, right behind Glenn.

"Wuwuwu!..." The sound of a desperate struggle came from the wrapped figure.

Glenn closed the notebook in his hand, stood up calmly and turned around.

He raised his hand and poked the human-shaped head. The curse membrane that tightly bound the other's head shattered like foam, revealing an old and terrifying woman's face.

"Let me go! You should respect the elderly! You are such a rude young man!"

"Are you sure you want my respect?" Glenn's hands turned into pitch-black animal claws. The sharp claw tips flashed with a cold luster and almost touched the old woman's eyes.

The old woman immediately gave in, "Wait! No more! No more! I'm just an old bone that poses no threat! Don't poke my eyeballs! Please!"

"Stop talking nonsense." Glenn retracted his claws. "Who are you? You have been staring at me since I entered this kingdom. What do you want to do?"

At first, he thought that the evil spirits had found help from somewhere, but now it seems that the evil spirits are unaware of this guy's existence.

Otherwise I wouldn't have hidden it from him.

The old woman rolled her eyes, smiled and showed her few remaining teeth:

"I am a low-key wild magician who usually specializes in studying evil spirits. You should know that cursed evil spirits are very rare, so I appear here."

Glenn naturally noticed the change in the woman's expression. He remained calm and asked again:

"Wild magician? It's amazing that a wild magician can cultivate to your level, already level seven."

The old woman's forehead was covered with sweat. She knew that the man in front of her must be someone important, and he would not be responsible for killing her. She laughed dryly and said:

"That's because from my observation, these evil spirits seemed to respect you very much, so I became curious and couldn't help but observe you a few more times."

Glenn curled his lips inwardly. This old guy's gaze was always on him as if it had nails. It was not just curiosity, he probably wanted to catch him and dissect him.

"I'm giving you a chance now. Tell the truth, I might let you go. Otherwise, I'll kill you right away!"

Glenn said with murderous intent.

The old woman shuddered and said tremblingly:

"This... I... I am indeed a wild magician, but the country I once lived in has been destroyed. I am observing you out of curiosity!"