Werewolf hunting rules

When can an offense be most effective?

There are several standard answers to this question, and Clayton knows them all.

As soon as the gate was opened, the cavalry rushed out of the castle like a flock of geese, and he headed straight for Edwards' position as the vanguard. In the process, his superb riding skills won the higher trust of these Dinon cavalry, and they could feel that he was no outsider.

As a result, the formation of the "wild geese" became closer and closer.

They swept towards the crowd, and their uniformity made Edwards also suspicious.

The dark wizard couldn't figure out the purpose of these cavalry, but he didn't think such a small number of people could make any noise, but with his status, there was no need to go up to greet them personally, so he began to retreat, allowing his other puppets to get on top, from The evil objects that had withdrawn from the castle also began to surround them.

The thoughts of these people were almost eaten away by demons. They stood in front of the cavalry without fear of life and death, raising their swords high.

They joined the battle temporarily and had no long-handled weapons or bows. It was a good opportunity for the cavalry to rush into the battle. However, the evil creatures around them who had regained their desire to attack were also approaching, and Clayton did not want to rush into the battle. He turned the horse's head and led the "flock" to turn around. The horse team slid along the outer edge of the formation and left before the evil thing approached.

At the same time, his wolf eyes scanned the crowd and saw several pairs of more agile eyes.

When Clayton first entered this country, Donna pointed out to him the other wizards that existed here, and this was his goal.

"Blue turban, wooden rosary beads, yellow trousers."

He locked the target as quickly as possible, and the other cavalrymen joined him in pulling out the prepared tethered javelins from their saddle bags and aiming at those targets.

There were three wizards in total. They hid in the rear and had no idea that the cavalry's attack would reach their companions in front, so this round of attacks was all successful.

Barbed javelins pierced the bodies of these men, and then the cavalry used horse power to retract the ropes and drag them out of the crowd, triggering a series of howls.

These wizards did not receive assistance from their companions. Most of the people here were unconscious due to the influence of demons, and could not respond to such emergencies. They could only watch them slide from the ground behind them to the front, and were finally killed by the cavalry. Throw it on horseback. And because of the pain, these wizards were unable to concentrate on saving themselves.

Clayton did not hesitate to fight, but immediately issued a retreat order, and the group began to retreat with three wizard prisoners.

No one knew what he was going to do at first, and no one thought he would come out of the castle, so he succeeded.

No, it's too early to say success.

Although the people from this country did not pursue them, the beasts were as excited as hunting dogs after seeing a rabbit. They did not lose their morale because the wizard was attacked, but chased their cavalry on all fours. They have been operating underground as Edwards' overseers for a long time, and their high intelligence allows them to naturally develop wolf-like hunting tactics in their lives.

Most of the evil creatures were chasing the cavalry, while the other ones that were particularly thin and agile caught up with the cavalry, but did not attack. They were the smallest in number and just tried to squeeze and force the cavalry to turn inward.

The cavalrymen clamped their legs on the horse's belly, increased their speed suddenly, and shook off the thinner beasts.

There was only five seconds between them from being parallel to only touching the bottom of the team, but then they quickly caught up, refusing to fall behind, and the horses of the riders began to become restless due to the influence of the sediment in people's hearts.

Edwards couldn't help but feel happy about this development. He chuckled and said, "Are they here to die?"

Neither Pileg nor Chud Osmar spoke in response, which made Edwards a little dissatisfied. He looked towards them and found that both of them were staring at the team with squinted eyes.

The new king noticed Niwu's pursuit. He took the initiative to retreat from the head position of the wild geese, slowing down and staying at the last position. Niwu's claws almost touched the buttocks of his mount.

Edwards' attention was also focused here, and he was counting on the success of the evil thing.

However, the claws just rubbed against the black horse's rear butt without causing any harm.

The king he personally appointed was shirtless and looked like a wild man, but his control of speed was extraordinary. The cooperation between the rider and the mount could be described as intimate, and the speed was almost the same as that of the beast behind him, even at close range. They are so close, but evil things cannot touch them.

And as this skilled rider changed his direction, he broke away from the cavalry and became an independent rider.

The beasts chasing after the cavalry were attracted by him, and they all ran towards this seemingly easy prey. Only the thinnest beasts were chasing the other riders, but they did not know how threatening they were because of the disconnect between the two. And reduced to a negligible level.

The cavalry looked at them with contempt and threw their javelins again.

When all the Dinon cavalry retreated into the city, only the king's horse was left on the street to deal with many evil creatures. He drove his horse to stab left and right, sometimes suddenly turned and went into the alley to avoid pursuit, and sometimes rode his horse across the streets. The cart left an obstacle, but he was not afraid even if there were evil things on all sides. He rushed out of the seemingly hopeless siege several times, as deftly as a swallow passing through the gaps in the fence.

After a recent adventure, he even let go of the reins and allowed the horse to gallop on its own, while he opened his arms toward Edwards and flashed a defiant smile.

Pileg was so focused that he didn't even notice Edwards' presence.

Edwards gritted his teeth. Those wizards were not as important as him and Peleg, so their loss did not stir up a ripple in his heart. He just couldn't understand the stubborn resistance shown by Clayton and his mount.

"Why is his horse not affected by the sediment of human hearts?"

The black smoke still did not stop, and when the horses of other riders were restless, this mud-legged king could control the horse freely.

Could it be that he still had some strange things that could control lower creatures? Could it be that the new demonic power that Baal's family had realized?

Edwards opened his eyes wide, but Clayton didn't even wear clothes, and his pants were so short that they didn't even have pockets. In order to reduce weight, he threw away the saddle bag in front of them. Now there was no place to hide things on the man and the horse.

He even spread his arms so that the black wizard could see clearly that he didn't bring anything.

It was just a mockery!

"I don't know, maybe it's his own ability." Peleg said in an amazed tone.

He thought he had a complete understanding of the skills of cavalry, and even amputated his legs to accommodate the horse in an attempt to go further, but his horsemanship level was still far inferior to that of the new king, a big man. The other party's horsemanship could be called a gift from God. He really didn't want to interrupt the other party in this situation, and just wanted to quietly enjoy this performance.

"This is impossible--" Edwards grabbed Osmar's hand and gradually exerted force, and the sound of fracture was clearly audible.

He suddenly looked back at his captive, then grabbed Osmar's left hand, and another finger was ignited.

"I want him to fall off the horse!"

Edwards made a wish and looked at Clayton expectantly, but the latter was still riding well, even getting closer and closer to the castle.

The gate opened again, and the evil creatures wanted to chase, but the defenders of the castle threw javelins and arrows from the windows and walls to force them back. They could only watch the rider throw themselves off and escape back to the safe zone.

"How could it not work?!"

Until the back disappeared, Edwards looked back at Osmar's hand again, but the fingers did not recover.

What else blocked fate?

In fact, there have been three wishes that have not received the expected results. Perhaps the art of changing luck has become very popular in the world.

Edwards could only make such a guess, but he was unwilling to admit it in his heart, and Osmar's value had already fallen to the bottom in his heart, so he threw Osmar on the ground, just like throwing away garbage, and no longer spent energy to guard him.

Osmar, who fell to the ground, groaned and curled up, thus covering his cramped calves.

He squinted his eyes and observed the surroundings through his eyelashes.

His habit of liking to wear human clothes and pretending to be pretentious became an advantage at this moment. Edwards still regarded him as a human, so he did not notice his little movements.

He could have left now, but he had no reason to leave.

Clayton's return was welcomed by all the warriors, and even other military commanders came down from upstairs to congratulate him.

Regardless of race, they were amazed at Clayton's equestrian skills and regarded his behavior just now as a rare art. What's more, the horse under Clayton's crotch was actually not familiar with him, so it was even more precious that the two could cooperate with each other to do this.

Facing the praise from everyone, Clayton just smiled slightly.

The tests that contemporary cavalrymen have to face in war are far greater than those of the ancients. Anyone who can ride a horse and survive in the hail of bullets will surely be able to hone a fine riding skill.

However, his riding skills are also second to none in the cavalry of the Kingdom of Dorne, and this is by no means boasting.

He called the soldiers who had just gone out together, gathered the captives together, and then called Donna over too - for Clara on her head.

"Clara, you can try to use their brains to restore the power you consumed before. The power that wizards can provide to demons should be higher than that of ordinary people."

After receiving the order, Clara immediately jumped off the girl's head. She hugged one of them's heads, and her spider legs slowly tightened. The joy on her face increased in direct proportion to the additional pain of the captives. This action seemed to be squeezing out some invisible energy from the captives' minds.

The way the demons eat is not flattering, but this is undoubtedly good news.

Clara could draw on spiritual power in a similar way to Edwards, so there would be one less thing to worry about later.

They were not so easily broken.