Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 472 Using Fire to Fight Fire
The Witcher is an ancient profession.

They possessed knowledge about various spirits and monsters, eliminating or expelling those who refused to submit to the king from human society. Some of the most outstanding among them even mastered the ability to exorcise demons.

They are often confused with werewolves, because werewolves also hunt monsters and have a very ancient origin.

There is a clear difference between witchers and werewolves. Werewolves are always motivated by money and are not restricted by background. Their main job is actually capturing fugitives and acting as mercenary assassins for the church; they are a rather unique type of worker. Witchers, on the other hand, possess a "legacy."

Knowledge is an essential element to becoming a Witcher. A Witcher may lack power, but must have a thorough understanding of the survival methods and physical structure of other creatures.

However, sometimes knowledge can be harmful.

On the second evening after the werewolf attack in the West End, two pulleys pulled an old-fashioned, all-black carriage across the muddy ground. The driver, wearing a jacket, sat quietly in the driver's seat and drove them northward, followed by a man on horseback wearing a trench coat.

The coachman and the men following on horseback, both clad in black, appeared to be muscular and carried daggers and short sticks at their waists for self-defense, but their expressions and demeanor betrayed a lack of confidence.

The slightest bark from a dog or a sporadic cough from a nearby house would immediately tense them up.

Under the long-awaited sunset, the docile horses strolled leisurely with small steps, a stark contrast to their restless masters.

The streets were deserted, with only a few men occasionally seen sitting on the steps of houses smoking. Regardless of height or race, none of them showed any trace of positive emotions on their faces.

The child laborers who used to run around the streets have also disappeared, perhaps because the werewolf panic led their guardians to allow them to rest for a while.

The streets of the West End are usually bustling with people, but they've changed since the werewolf attack.

It's not that the terrifying werewolf rumors scared people away, but rather that people were still willing to work, even though the factories were shut down.

Unless it was certain that Conionais would not again loot the goods already produced, the factory owners were unwilling to hire workers to continue production. So even if Conionais hadn't killed the obedient workers that day, they were effectively unemployed.

These unemployed people have no choice but to stay at home.

Although the streets look emptier, the population in the homes has actually increased.

The chanting of pagan scriptures came from a house on the street corner. The voices were of varying pitches and included men, women, and children, clearly indicating that it was being used as a pagan church that controlled the area.

Beyond this area, in a residential area closer to the north, the carriages and the men on horseback stopped, and the drivers and riders prepared to dismount.

At that moment, the bell of the parish church suddenly rang, and they all froze upon hearing it.

Once they were finally on their feet, they looked around and, making sure no one paid them any attention, lifted the black curtain at the back of the carriage.

There was no one in the carriage. On the seat was a huge silver basin, in which a huge, pale moose skull—or something that looked like a moose skull—was soaking in clean water.

Moose don't have that many tusks.

Black, thorn-like material extends from the eye sockets of the skull, wrapping around the skull in circles, and even spreading to the horns.

The coachman and another man looked at it in awe.

This is a sealed Wendigo—one of the most powerful of the many evil spirits, appearing only in the cold northern part of the world, known for its horrifying cannibalistic tendencies, and said to be a darkborn created from the souls of those who died of hunger and cold and attached themselves to the corpses of wild beasts.

It has the head of a moose, the body of a giant, its flesh and blood in a semi-rotten state, and it is always surrounded by severe cold.

In the eyes of the tribesmen of the northern wastelands, the Wendigo is even a messenger of the gods. It leads the chosen people to pray to their gods, and those who convert will no longer be included in its hunting list. This sounds reasonable. If viewed from this perspective, the Wendigo, as an ancient pagan priest, is justified in killing pagans, and cannibalism is just a particularly cruel form of punishment for pagans.

There is just one small problem.

The god worshipped by the Wendigos is known to humans as "Gretel the Abyss," and is one of the Seven Great Demon Lords.

These evil spirits are terrifying enough on their own, but they gain new abilities through their demonic faith. Those in a state of panic are as bright as candlelight in the darkness to them, and even those who flee for miles cannot escape their pursuit. Consuming seven marked prey increases their strength and their ability to summon wild beasts. Skulls "blessed" by demons grant them immortality; unless the skull is destroyed or an exorcism is performed, even a mere skull can revive the Wendigo.

Just like it is now.

The driver climbed into the carriage and, together with the rider standing on the outside, lifted the enormous Wendigo skull out of the silver basin and carried the basin out of the carriage, his four hands trembling uncontrollably throughout the process.

As the holy water droplets drained from the skull, the black tentacles wrapped around it began to wriggle.

The weakened Wendigo was captured and sealed by the witcher family from which the two men before them came, so they knew perfectly well what was about to happen.

The two witchers exchanged a glance and finally made up their minds.

The coachman drew his dagger, slashed his left palm, and poured his blood onto the moose-like skull. Upon contact with the blood, the dark tentacles emerging from the skull's eye sockets became frantically active, stretching out desperately towards the direction from which the blood dripped.

The driver hurriedly withdrew his hand, stepped out of the carriage, and tossed the dagger to his companion. The man leaned into the carriage and did the same thing—cut his palm open, fed his blood to the evil spirit skull, and then stepped back out—clearly, he genuinely didn't want to get close to this thing.

"In the name of Viracocha, we release you."

As a foreign colonial language was uttered from their mouths, the Wendigo skull became increasingly active. Its black tentacles, which had begun to extend after absorbing blood, thumped wildly in the carriage, making a thumping sound, and even began to drag the skull, as if it were about to burst out of the carriage at any moment.

The three horses accompanying them seemed to sense something was amiss and snorted uneasily.

Without further hesitation, the two disguised witchers pulled down the curtain at the back of the carriage to cover the eerie scene, then mounted the lone horse that had come and sped away.

As for the two draft horses, they were naturally abandoned there.

Because they are the offerings needed for the Wendigo's resurrection.

Only by absorbing their flesh and blood can the Wendigo have enough energy to grow a body and become an obstacle for the Conioni to move south again.

Thus, the Witcher Master who sealed away the Wendigo was finally fulfilling his allegiance to the Mutual Affection Society.

The ministers and officials of Weaudi were no mediocre men; they devised several plans to counter Conionnay and made many preparations. After important industries along the river were attacked, the plan to fight fire with fire was put into practice.

When a wildfire breaks out on the grassland, consider lighting a ring of flames around the perimeter. The flames will compete with each other and eventually extinguish.

Wendigo wasn't the only monster they sent north. The chosen monsters were all equally ferocious and each possessed extraordinary special abilities, which was the only way to hinder Conionne.

No one believed this would end Conionne, but even if it failed, or even if the two sides did not fight, the monsters' rampage would first cause bloodshed in the nearby residential areas, drawing more witnesses and those who heard about the horrific events to join the war against the Darkin.

Of course, the reason why monsters appear in these places is kept secret from the public; otherwise, the people's enemy would not be the Darkin.

Prior to this, many members of the Friendship Association felt that the plan was too cruel, so although they were prepared, they had not proposed to implement it.

The opportunity that changed their minds came this afternoon.

This afternoon, the body of Mr. Cuomo of the Basby family was discovered.

This was the first major figure to die in the war against the Darkin.

It may not have been Conioni's doing, but the businesses of the big shots were severely damaged, and business matters forced them to keep busy. They no longer had the energy or time to think about and investigate the real culprit. This high-ranking corpse severely stimulated their nerves. They had to be absolutely sure that any possibility that might threaten them had to be contained.

When the time came, they finally understood their true nature.

Elite voters who hold multiple votes are indeed more noble than ordinary people who cannot even muster enough votes from five people.