Werewolf hunting rules

"The reason why I didn't tell you before was because I thought this statement was too ridiculous, but now there are too many examples."

The priest looked at the living sacrifices who seemed to be trapped in an eternal nightmare with very complicated eyes.

Regarding Fairyland, contemporary mystical scholars have different opinions, and most people believe that Fairyland is just an extraterrestrial world that can be observed through magic but cannot be reached directly. All those who claim to have entered Fairyland have only arrived here in their dreams.

Because he had experienced mysterious prophecies from the elders of the Lacks family when he was young, Louis had a curiosity about those gods and monsters that far exceeded those of his church members. He had read many of the church's literature on supernatural powers and knew that this was not the case.

Darkspawn have personally entered fairyland, and so have humans.

The church once believed that fairyland and the heaven in the holy scriptures were the same world, but soon rejected this statement. It seems that some special experiences caused the throne to overturn the previous argument, and also covered up and destroyed the reasons. Face things you previously considered sacred with a completely opposite attitude.

And if there is no other possibility, it can only be that the church sent people into the fairyland and saw some things that can never appear in the kingdom of heaven.

Louis still didn't know what horrors those ancient ancestors saw, but he thought he might have understood the reason why they believed that fairyland was the kingdom of heaven in the first place.

"Can you lend me your axe?"

He politely asked Clayton for the only weapon, weighed it in his hands, and then hit his neck hard.

The force was applied in the wrong way and the strength was insufficient, but it still cut into the priest's neck nearly two inches thick, enough to cut off his carotid artery. Moreover, due to the special power of the Mosquito Slayer, the man's face immediately became withered.

But Louis was still not dead, just like the sacrifices on the stakes and Kuok.

"It's exactly what I thought."

He returned the ax that he could barely hold to the surprised Clayton, then straightened his head, and his suspicion was completely verified.

Immortality is certainly a miracle, and it is the highest level of miracle.

Death does not exist in heaven, nor in fairyland.

No wonder the church wanted to unearth this ancient magic circle and build the church on top of it, even against the last wish of Saint Mored.

Even if this power has been denounced as heresy, its value is still immeasurable.

Snapped!

A blow to his chest interrupted his thoughtful thoughts, and the girl glared at him from the world outside his thoughts.

"Don't cut yourself! I finally rescued you from prison!"

"I'm just testing a conjecture."

"What if you guessed wrong?"

The Priesthood didn't answer the question, but seemed to be in an inexplicably better mood.

But it was really a big problem that they were in Wonderland now. They were silent for a while before reluctantly accepting this fact.

This is much further than foreign countries, and there is no way that astrological knowledge can help them go back.

"So what do you know about Wonderland?" Clayton asked.

Both the priesthood and the witch shook their heads.

"But Principal Fatiya has been here before, and she thinks this is not a good place. Staying here for a long time will make people bad."

Donna also felt a little confused when she mentioned this matter. Using the word "broken" to describe a handicraft was appropriate, but it was a bit strange to describe a person.

"Then does she know how to return to the real world?"

"She knows everything, but I can't ask her now," said Donna pitifully.

Clayton sighed heavily, it seemed that things had to depend on him again:

"Anyway, since someone is holding a sacrificial ceremony here, there must be a human settlement nearby. We should go there first."

"How are we going to find them?" Donna asked.

Clayton put down the ax and took it from Clara: "Clara, can you help us see where the house is? It might hurt a little."

Clara answered unequivocally.

"Clara is not afraid of pain!"

Clayton took a deep breath, squatted down slightly with his legs, and swung the hand holding Clara like a rebounding bowstring. Clara's head flew straight into the sky, and there was only one left in their eyes. black spots.

He wouldn't have used this trick if Louis hadn't told him there was no death here.

After more than ten seconds, Clara fell down and was caught firmly by his hand without being injured.

"Go left," she said dazedly.

The four people followed her instructions and walked through the forest. An hour later, they discovered a stone castle on a low hill!

This is a small castle, no larger than the general security office of St. Mellon Parish in Sasha City, but Clayton is still very happy.

"Building a castle requires a lot of materials, and a large number of workers and transport teams are needed to process the stones. If there was a castle here, then there must have been an organized army stationed nearby in the past."

Where there is an army, there is a kingdom. There must be people in the kingdom who can communicate. When I think of this, Wonderland does not seem so scary anymore.

Donna noticed that there was no one on the outpost outside the castle, and she was a little worried: "But no one seems to be guarding here. Could they have left?"

"Even so, maybe there are clues to the human settlement in Wonderland that can be found in the castle."

They passed through the cracks in the broken wall and saw an abandoned schoolyard and an archery target made of straw. The stables on the side of the castle were also empty, and the drinking trough was full of fallen leaves. It seemed that it had not been maintained since the last time. It's been a long time.

But Clayton vaguely heard human voices, like many people communicating.

The sounds of those exchanges were so blurry that they seemed to be far away, and the content could not be heard at all, but there was no doubt that the sounds came from the castle.

He stopped and gestured for the others to stop.

"You guys wait outside, go in and take a look first."

Clayton held the ax and pushed open the almost rotten door leaf and entered the dark room.

There were iron rings on the wall for placing torches and oil lamps, but they were all empty now. The werewolf's night vision could overcome this. He noticed that there were indeed other footprints on the dusty ground, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

If the facilities in the castle were built for people without night vision, then why are there a group of people with night vision stationed here?

Or are their eyes damaged so they don't need lighting?

This kind of speculation will definitely not happen in the real world, but considering that this is a fairyland, everyone is immortal, and using this kind of guess to explain can also explain why the castle seems abandoned, because of course a group of blind people cannot maintain the castle. , they can't do anything.

He walked quietly to the middle of the corridor. The voices at the front of the corridor became more obvious, but Clayton still couldn't understand what those people were saying, but their smell became more and more distinct.

There were eleven people in the castle, all gathered together.

The only place on the first floor that can accommodate so many people is the restaurant.

Clayton walked to the door where the smell came from. The door was also unlocked and was waiting there ajar, as if he had known he was coming.

Clayton opened the door hesitantly and saw eleven figures sitting across from each other on both sides of the long table in the restaurant.

There were a variety of tableware on the table, but many of the dishes were broken and there was no trace of food in them.

The owners of the castle were unaware of this. They leaned their upper bodies and were still chattering in a language that Clayton could not understand.

The restaurant also had windows, but they were boarded up from the inside, allowing only a slight amount of light to enter. The faces of the owners of the castle were blurred, and Clayton could only see that they were all tall and burly. But they were either bald, or their hair was very dirty, and the dirt was lumped together. The original color of the clothes on their bodies could not be seen clearly. They were all painted black with filth and torn into many strips of cloth, which they draped on their bodies as if nothing had happened.

Even if such people are not crazy, Clayton feels that they can't help him.

The abnormal behavior and the language he couldn't understand from beginning to end made him want to give up.

He took a step back slightly, intending to leave before they noticed him, and then find an opportunity to wait for them to be alone and solve the communication problem alone.

But one of them spotted him.

The man let out a scream and everyone looked towards the side entrance of the restaurant.

At the same time, Clayton also saw their twisted faces clearly, and extreme fear grabbed his heart.

Evil thing! They are all evil!

There were not only leatherworkers that he was already familiar with, but also butchers and chefs that he had only heard of, and an evil creature that he didn't recognize.

The deformed torsos of these monsters transformed from humans are hidden under the tattered clothes, covered by darkness and dirt. They are not leaning out to communicate, but because the chairs are too small and their bodies appear to be too long!

"Run!!!"

The werewolf roared to alert his companions outside the castle, then jumped out of his clothes, picked up the ax in his mouth and ran back on all fours.

Those horrible evil things all opened up the tables and chairs and chased after him, almost making his hair stand on end.

Fighting against an evil creature, he believed that he could definitely win. Fighting two evil creatures, he may even suffer some minor injuries with the help of the Mosquito Slayer. Dealing with three evil creatures at the same time will be a life-and-death battle, while dealing with four evil creatures at the same time requires real luck.

And here are eleven evil creatures with special codes!

It was impossible for Clayton to confront this group of "aboriginals" who had lived there for who knows how long indoors. He didn't even have the idea of ​​​​confrontation for a second.

To deal with them, they must be confined in a small space.

It took him a while to get out of the small door leading to the school grounds, but the evil things behind him arrived almost immediately. They were salivating, crowded together and stretched out their claws outside the door. Clayton roared wildly. , swinging the giant ax in reverse, the Mosquito Slayer easily chopped off these arms one by one.

This door can only allow one beast to pass through at a time, which is what Clayton needs.

When the companions in front were severely injured, the monsters behind finally realized that this was not their homeland, and they dragged their injured companions back into the darkness.

Seeing them retreat, Clayton finally breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and saw Donna looking at him intently next to Lewis.