Werewolf hunting rules

Edwards doesn't like the underground.

Both the smelly dwarves and the strange alchemical substances growing upward made him sick.

But he needed them, and he had to go down to the earth.

It's like he now needs Chud Osmar to deal with some problems for him.

The dark wizard wiped his hands, picked up the riding crop he had specially brought from the surface, and walked towards his new prisoner.

Chud Osmar was lying in the underground prison he carefully built, with his limbs chained to a special torture rack. His expression had lost its luster as before in Gevaux. If it could be described as thin before, He, he looks like a withered weed now.

A man who has completely lost his faith and strength is what he is now.

In addition, the little finger of his right hand is also missing.

Edwards swung the whip in his face a few times, then suddenly lowered his hand without interest.

He has enjoyed enough such pleasures in the past,

"Did you know? Your fellow tribesmen all have stronger determination than you. Even if I torture them in every possible way, they are still unwilling to share their power with me."

Osmar raised his head and looked at the ancient trickster.

"Are you mocking me?"

"If you think it is, then it is." Edwards laughed unabashedly. In this country on the surface, those puppets who have long forgotten their nature are not worthy of any expression from him. There is also resistance. The conscious guy is therefore very precious.

However, there should not be too many such people.

"But, I never hesitate to pay those who serve me."

Osmar sneered.

It is common sense in the occult community not to believe the words of those who serve demons.

They themselves are the first people to be attacked by demons. In order to restore the stimulation of emotions and desires, they will do anything, just like those addicts who overdose on laudanum. They can even say things that cannot be recognized by magic. lie.

He had already seen what happened to those who believed Edwards' lies when he traveled through the underground tunnels.

And if he had discovered this early and not been deceived by the lies of the past, he would not be here now.

Edwards didn't care about Osmar's suspicions. He just enjoyed communicating with "equal beings."

"Whether you believe me or not, I will keep my promise. When we return to the world and establish a new kingdom, you will become the most noble person in this country after me. This is the same as what we promised back then."

They had met before. Osmar, as a wise beast serving the alien gods, also had the talent to sense the fairyland.

At that time, Edwards had no hope for this young monkey, but after spending hundreds of years in Wonderland, it actually opened the door to Wonderland and came to him in person. Edwards had to praise this contribution. Miracle.

The race to which Osmar belongs is a descendant of the ancient Twin Gods of Destiny. When that god was still alive, the power these servants of the gods could wield was so powerful that even the armies of the First Empire did not dare to invade Gudinon. But when the gods they believed in disappeared, part of their souls were also taken away, and they fell from the real superiors to beasts, and they never recovered.

But there is always something special about the gods’ dependents.

The dependents of the God of Destiny still have the power to play the strings of destiny with their palms.

As a result, they are among the best spellcasting materials in the world.

The hands of glory made from their palms are known as the "Monkey's Paw of Destiny" and have the ability to grant wishes.

But it can also be used alive.

"What do you want to wish for again?" Osmar asked boredly. "Or is it that the last wish has failed?"

His hand, which was bound by the chain, clenched reflexively, and a phantom pain came from the broken part of his finger. He began to miss Kuo Ke.

Edwards slowly began to pace in this cage: "No, no, it has not failed, but it is not a success either. There are many living people who have visited our country, but they are all useless. This is not what I thought. So much the same.”

"Fate is like this, no one can always have everything he wants."

"The king can do it!" Edwards suddenly stopped, grabbed Osmar's collar and looked at him: "The king can do it."

There was a kind of madness in his seemingly pure gray eyes. Osmar looked at these eyes and suddenly laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

The monkey's tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes: "I'm laughing at myself, hahahahaha."

He wasn't lying, Edwards judged with the help of demonic power.

Since he wasn't laughing at himself, the incident was inconsequential, and Edwards began pacing again to express the uneasiness he had recently begun to feel.

When Osmar's laughter stopped, he took the initiative to ask: "What if I further modify my wish. What I want is not to see someone who can take me out of fairyland, but to make a wish to directly arrive in this world."

"Then you will die."

"Then I want to arrive safely in this world."

"Then the exit of Wonderland may appear on an overseas desert island, or in an ancient ruins sealed underground. You will arrive safely in the present world, but this comfort is only temporary. You will be trapped in the same place for dozens of Hundreds of years, until the end of your life, and this is just because your destiny is still out of touch with reality, and if you want to force change, you must pay the price."

"You're threatening me." Edwards' face turned ugly.

But in reality, he knew what Osmar said was true, and that pissed him off even more.

Osmar looked at him mockingly, as if the two identities had been reversed: "Perhaps someone who can help you has visited your country, but you happened to miss him. This is the fickleness of fate, even if I tried Mastering your destiny, didn’t you still appear here in the end?”

The followers of the God of Destiny are scattered and declining. This is the greatest mockery of fate.

Edwards remembered something and asked another question.

"There are several outsiders coming to my country. They entered the fairyland in the same body as you. They should be the sacrifices you mentioned, right? If I let them see you and allow them to torture you, will your motivation to help me be reduced? More sufficient?" At the end of the sentence, his teasing expression was undisguised.

"I would like to meet them now." This was Osmar's answer.

This sincere answer immediately bored Edwards, and he planned to make a new wish.

"Then this time, I'll change the place."

He snapped his fingers, and a cluster of sparks spurted out from his fingertips and turned into flames on Osmar's right hand. His right hand, covered with many blood scabs, twitched crazily in the flames. Osmar's forehead was covered with glistening sweat in just a few seconds, and the chains locking his limbs also made bursts of noise.

At the same time, his right thumb gradually turned to ashes in the flames.

As a sacrifice to modify destiny, the lost parts of Osmar can never be regained, even in Wonderland.

"I want those Morel people to be attached to this country forever." Edwards looked at the flames and made a new wish.

He has been fighting against the Morel people underground in this country for hundreds of years. People with the Secret Blade have very strong resistance to the power of demons. He has not been able to completely regain them yet, but he has also made them Becoming weak and not as strong as before.

However, this weakness cannot reduce the confrontational psychology of this stubborn race.

A year ago, Homeoma, the former captain of the kingdom's guard, even rushed to the palace and tried to assassinate him, so he ordered Homeoma to be tied to a stake in the field as a scarecrow for three years.

There is no death in Wonderland, so punishment is cheap.

Edwards is tired of the cat-and-mouse game. When Chud Osmar's right thumb completely disappeared in the firelight, he finally felt relaxed.

Because of the constant confrontation between these dwarves, he has been investing most of his energy underground. Now he could withdraw some of his overseers to the surface and control the new king for him.

"By the way, I made your sacrifice a king. If he is obedient, I may make him a prince after returning to the living world."

Faced with Edwards's sarcasm, Osmar closed his eyes and never answered again.

Edwards walked out of the room. Two servants who were exceptionally tall and had deformed faces bent down and saluted. They looked at him with hatred in their eyes, but he ignored them.

"You go and notify the other guardians in the shallow area and ask them to return to the surface."

The two servants nodded, but one of them asked: "When can the things you promised us be fulfilled?"

"When I find a way to open the door to fairyland, I will remove your protection. At that time, you can freely become the angels in your teachings." Edwards told them with certainty.

The two servants finally nodded with satisfaction, each found a direction to move forward, and disappeared at the fork in the road.

The black cat-snake chimera emerged from the shadow and wrapped around Edwards' arm. He touched the worm's head and couldn't help but sigh.

"Compared to these greedy guys, you are more reliable."

Boom!

The tall body in servant attire fell heavily in the tunnel, making the already narrow passage even more difficult to pass.

Priest Louis watched calmly as the dwarves divided the body into several sections and took them to different passages for burial, leaving only the recovering head in place.

He picked up the head and examined it, and found that the degree of deformity on it was already very deep, and it was only one step away from turning into a monster. Perhaps Edwards used this to blackmail them into doing things for him.

"You killed an overseer, but Edwards will find out about the rebellion, right?"

"Please be careful with your words, plainsmen!" Hohomer shouted: "This is not a rebellion, we are not betraying anyone, we just want to take back our country!"

Another dwarf swung the pickaxe, and the tip penetrated Louis' head again, and the brains splashed all over the priest's face.

There are things happening in the world recently, so I'm sorry for the slow update. I will resume the update frequency soon. This volume is almost finished.