The Overlord Journey of the God of Creation

"Yes." The answer without hesitation made Aya raise her eyebrows.

"In terms of blood, I have nothing to do with werewolves. I am not a wolf, just a Sirius variant of the original monster. My blood belongs to the mother." Camilia said.

"In terms of identity, my only identity is Mother Mother's daughter and entourage. Mother Mother's will is my wish, and Mother Mother's order is my direction." Without hesitation, neither humble nor arrogant, such an attitude even made me once Aya, who doubted Camilia and Preya's loyalty, felt a little ashamed.

"If it is facing human beings, the exchange of information and the acquisition of information should be easier. Now is the best time to be gracious to him." Aya said. "I also have a certain interest in the civilization created by the human beings in this world."

"Yes, I see." Camilia nodded.

"Then, let's decide." Aya stood up. "Kamilia, get ready to be fully armed, Preya is here, if there is a mutation, give up here immediately, and use the counter-summon to evacuate to the Temple of Life."

[Creation of high-level monsters]

[Creation of Intermediate Warcraft]

【High-level mercenary recruitment】

Several shadows flew away from Aya's feet.

"Just in case, I have already summoned a combat unit that is good at concealment to deploy." Aya took out a silver half-face mask from the inventory and put it on her face.

"Just as it is, repay the kindness of bread." Saying that, Aya activated the teleportation magic.

A beautiful figure suddenly appeared in the corner of the battlefield.

No one has implemented teleportation interference, which is fortunate in the first place. It seems that this massacre was not a trap, so the most dangerous situation has been ruled out.

He put his hand on the girl's shoulder—the clothes on her body were almost torn apart, and only the girl who was wearing a robe was left. At this moment, she was also stunned by the sudden appearance of Aya.

Cold eyes swept across the werewolf in front of him, not only because he was too surprised, the werewolf did not respond.

Three seconds later, one of them murmured.

"so big.."

[Life Drain] Activate.

This magic will forcefully absorb the opponent's health. It is a powerful magic of the eighth-order, and its most useful place is to detect the information of the opponent's remaining health.

According to the damage caused by this skill, you can roughly judge the opponent's level and magic resistance.

If the effect is not good, then Aya will immediately launch the teleportation and escape with the girl, which is why she chooses to teleport here, even in the worst case, she will take at least one result with her.

But she thought too much.

At the moment when the magic was activated—the magic that lasted for a total of 2.5 seconds had not even been activated for 1 second, the werewolf turned into a burst of ashes.

Unexpectedly easy.

"What are you, what..."

The other werewolf had not finished speaking, and saw Aya resting her fingers in front of him.

【Frost Star】

This time, it was not for killing, but for testing purposes. Aya only released a fifth-order magic. For her, this was already a fairly low-level spell, and it was a type whose control effect was far stronger than damage.

But the werewolf just died, turned into ice, and split into at least seven pieces.

Generally speaking, wolves have ice resistance, so they chose ice magic. Is this the result?

So weak.

Weak enough to be a little dumbfounded.

"Mother, I'm here." Camilia, dressed in white armor, walked out of the portal opened by Preya. Camilia's profession was warrior, compared to Preya, who was a mage. Aya, she is a better match with Aya of the Summoning and Faith Department, so I chose Camilia to fight.

Camilia, who was happy and nervous because her mother chose her first, walked out of the portal, but suddenly felt a little dazed.

"What's the situation, Mother, can you explain it?" Raising her eyebrows, Camilia asked, she was clearly smiling, she was obviously a daughter, but at this moment she released something that made Aya feel pressure. breath.

"That..." How should I say it, the fact that I was holding a girl who was almost naked and had been sobbing all the time, although Aya had a clear conscience was not her fault, but this scene was indeed very visually striking.

In my heart, I gave the order to kill the werewolf to the summoned beast. This crisis should basically be understood as a relief, but at the same time, a new problem has appeared - I always feel that the reputation in my daughter's heart is going to be lowered. Aya sighed.

It turns out that being a mother is such a difficult thing.

Chapter 9 The Elegy of the Wolf Clan

Taking a deep breath, it was the smell of blood, the smell of blood belonging to human beings. The fishy smell in his eyes interfered with Kuruk's sense of smell, but it made him feel at ease.

Kuruk was the only werewolf who didn't chase after humans. He stood in the center of the square, holding a spear. The spear was rusted, but it didn't matter. It's just a cane to him.

He is the commander of this werewolf force, the eldest son of the werewolf tribe leader, and the chief candidate for the werewolf tribe's high priest.

That's right, the priest, not the leader, he can't be the leader, because he can't compete with his two silver wolf brothers who are strong and strong, and because he is a blind werewolf.

Kuruk's left eye has been blind since birth, and his right eye is born with a thick white veil, so that he can only see a little blurry shadow in and out.

With such a congenital disability, it was difficult for Kuruk to survive in the werewolf tribe with fierce struggle for survival and strong prey on the weak, but he not only survived, but also climbed to a high position in the tribe.

It wasn't because of the father as chief, if it wasn't for his mother's pleas, that grim old bastard ate him the day he was born.

What Kuruk relied on was the sense of smell, hearing, and brain that far surpassed that of ordinary werewolves.

"Someone stole the grain in the warehouse." These were the first words Kuruk said to his father. "There is a strange taste, and the quantity is not right."

Although he was puzzled by the crippled son's sudden remarks, the leader carried out a thorough investigation, and the result was just as he expected, it was the warehouse keeper who stole it.