I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today-Chapter 927 - : Werewolf Village 24

Chapter 927: Chapter 927: Werewolf Village 24

He gently wiped the crossbow on his arm, his feet remained still, maintaining a cautious distance from the Werewolf on the ground.

“The first day I found the Blacksmith, I had not only nails made but also this weapon, unfortunately it was a bit slow to make, and I only got it the second day, and on the third day… it finally came in handy.”

The Werewolf on the ground appeared to be in great pain, its front paws slightly curled, gasping intermittently from its throat.

Hans looked at her, sighing heavily.

“Why didn’t you listen to my advice before the game began? If only you had surrendered, how good that would have been. Then Dim wouldn’t have gotten into trouble, and Morin and Brail wouldn’t have had to die… Throughout history, humans have always been killing each other, is our nature really that combative? All of this could have been avoided.”

Blood silently flowed; Bai Youwei lay limp on the ground, unable to get up.

Hans spoke slowly, “Being hit by a silver arrow is quite unpleasant, isn’t it? You were never my match… from the moment you entered the game, you had already fallen into my web. It was I who made you mistakenly believe that transforming into a Werewolf was key to the game, I who confused you with props, making you rush in without a second thought.

And last night, I let Morin become a Werewolf, with a probing intent, originally wanting to eliminate you directly, but I didn’t expect Morin to attack your subjects and fail… so I executed Plan B.

Do you understand now? Transforming into a Werewolf, though it may grant a significant advantage, can actually… make you a target for others.”

Bai Youwei must have been furious, her forelimbs straining to rise, but it was futile.

Perhaps it was her agonized expression that was too enticing; Hans couldn’t help but step forward, crouching down to scrutinize her closely, sharing his insights:

“Do you know? The Labyrinth War… the war that belongs to the King, actually has a surefire way to win, and that is for us to peacefully elect a True King. When every King meets the True King, they should surrender voluntarily. In this way, the True King can advance to the finals unharmed! And thus become the ultimate victor! That is the true victory!”

At this point, Hans was clearly agitated.

“Do you understand?! By doing this, we can achieve a victory for all humanity! But why can’t anyone understand my painstaking efforts!

Because you are a bunch of barbarians!

Ignorant! Short-sighted! Barbarians dominated by violence!”

He suddenly stood up, drawing a dagger from his waist, striding forward, and grabbing the fur on the Werewolf’s neck!

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“I won’t let your suffering last too long…” Hans said coldly, “Let me… end it swiftly for you.”

Boom!!!

The weakened Werewolf suddenly erupted! Biting Hans’s throat to pieces!

Hans’s eyes widened in shock, and he couldn’t understand why he… lost, until his death.

Bai Youwei let go of him, spitting out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva!

“You got two things wrong…” She took a deep breath and pulled the silver arrow embedded in her flesh, “First, Werewolves get stronger with combat; unless it’s a fatal wound, injuries only make them more ferocious, and then the second thing…”

With the last silver arrow removed, she disdainfully tossed it onto Hans’s face, the blood-stained metal scraping across a bloodstain and clanging as it fell to the ground.

“The second thing, you forgot that the Blacksmith cuts corners.”

Hans died with his eyes wide open, his bloodshot pupils fixed on her.

Bai Youwei ignored him, turning to leave, and kicked the dazed rabbit at the door, saying irritably:

“Let’s go! Just because I changed my appearance, you couldn’t even recognize me to lend a hand, after charging up so much!”

The rabbit rolled on the ground, shook off the dust, and hurried after her.

The Werewolf, clutching her wound, moved forward slowly, whispering, “There’s one last thing left to do…”