Werewolf hunting rules

On the way to escape, Emperor Jetali's face also began to deform. No matter what the outcome, he and his Dinon people would definitely have to deal with the Scarecrow Hohomer head-on, and the responsibility for this lies with the new king and his daughter. body.

"What agreement did you make with them?" He grabbed Donna's arm and asked as he ran.

Donna tried her best to calm her heartbeat. Jetali had had her limbs removed. When his malice was revealed again, the place where she had been injured began to ache again.

In this critical moment, she still remembered her uncle's teachings - making Jetali feel that she could be controlled.

"It's just a ploy to take advantage of them. You are too impatient." She said. Due to the lack of light, her feet sprained when she stepped on the steps, but she still endured the pain and kept her voice steady, showing a confident tone: "Please, please I believe that no matter what, we are the only ones here who have the same goal, and even if we return to the present world, our work will rely on your assistance and there is no way we will betray you."

Although the Dinon general said nothing, Donna could feel him relaxing slightly.

They took her to the third floor, where Basham was stationed.

The dwarf prince had the largest number of troops, and all the plainsmen among them followed Clayton to the first floor, so the formation here was still in good condition, and all the evil creatures attacking from the side corridor windows were repulsed.

"Your former subordinate attacked us. He tried to detain our only hope - this little girl. What do you think?" Jetali walked towards Basham calmly. He was standing on the piled wine barrels to observe the situation. Debris continued to fall above their heads, as evil things were digging into the roof.

There is a wooden protruding design platform like the second floor, but the attack direction is no longer only a flat surface.

Bassem glanced back at them, then jumped down from the barrel.

"This is Homemer, all based on his own whim, no wonder he does any stupid things. When I protected a large number of my compatriots from Edwards, he accomplished nothing and drove many people completely crazy. Now I see the victory. Hope, I want to be the first to taste the results before it is actually realized. Huh.”

He shook his head, his head with a majestic beard resting on a dwarf-like figure, which was a little funny.

"The watchtowers at the four corners of the castle have fallen. It's really a mess. The rare objects used for detection have also been destroyed, but they won't be needed anymore." Basham insulted Edwards and asked Donna again. . "Is everything okay where your father is?"

The girl answered honestly: "I don't think it's good. Many people can't stand firm and can't fight at all."

Clayton probably couldn't help anymore, and Bassam sighed regretfully that the previous private agreement could not take effect.

Carrara.

While they were communicating, a hole had been ripped out of the masonry roof above their heads, and skylight streamed in, illuminating the corridor. However, in the gratifying light, a huge pale evil thing entered through the hole. .

It hooked the hole with its scorpion-like tail and hung its body upside down. Its dull, horizontal pupils observed the dwarf soldiers from above, as if they were counting ants.

"Fuck! I'm the one to deal with Edwards again!" Bassem spat in the direction of the beast: "Where are your people?" He asked Jetali again.

The Dinon spread his hands: "Give me some people now, and I can bring more soldiers to help you after I finish Homeomer."

"Where can I get extra people for you? Look at this damn roof." Bassem said. During the gap between them talking, there were more and more gaps in the roof, like a hole in the sky, and the bricks and stones looked like rainwater. The attack was so easy that the soldiers who raised their heads to pay attention to the enemy had to avoid their faces.

More and more evil creatures and soldiers jumped down from the gaps. They smashed into the corridor one by one, dividing the solid battle formation of the dwarves into several sections.

Many warriors were still dealing with the enemies in front of them, so they were completely unprepared for attacks from behind and overhead, and were instantly knocked to the ground by enemies in the blind spot.

And even if they have sharp ears and eyes and can detect the direction of all enemies, the space for them to move around is getting smaller and smaller. The space in the corridor is limited. Only if they retreated to the room could they make more space. However, the space in the room was also limited. Even ten rooms could not accommodate all the Morel people.

What's worse is that once they choose to withdraw to defend the room, they will be truly divided, they will lose the command center and have to go their own way.

Without the advantage of a collective battle formation, the Morel people's disadvantages will be fully displayed - since ancient times, almost no dwarf can be famous among different races for their personal bravery, and their bodies are not suitable for men of the same height to fight alone. fight.

Even Donna, who had never studied military skills, realized this - the current situation was no longer a problem that the commander's ability to strategize could solve.

Now is the time for the final battle.

"Edwards doesn't trust anyone. He will definitely rush to the scene to observe the battle situation in person to ensure that the situation is really under his control. That's when you can perform. You must listen carefully to my orders. Before I say yes, You can't use your magic." Bashem looked at Donna with extraordinary pressure.

Jetali was tapping his scabbard on the side, as if listening to their conversation, and suddenly spoke again, but still talking about his own affairs: "No, Bassem, you must send someone to help me now. This is also For yourself."

Bassem frowned impatiently, but this time the Dinon's reasons convinced him.

"I don't think they shared the minerals that can resist the power of demons with you. Are you going to fight Edwards like this?"

Yes, the mysterious stones in the hands of the miners were only distributed to their own people. In addition, only Clayton got some to guard the first floor, while the army of Dinong and Basham had no such protection.

At that time, because the focus of defense was on the first and second floors, and the number of stones was indeed limited, Basham and Di Jetali had no objection, but now the focus of defense is reversed, and the third floor is the real battlefield. They must get those magical stones!

Under Jetali's persuasion, the dwarf prince changed his mind. He asked Donna and Jetali to stay with the Dinong people, and gathered ten people to pass on his words.

"Tell Hohoma that our situation here is critical. He can either give us the stones or come up himself!"

After the dwarf prince's order was spoken in a rough tone, Donna saw a sinister smile on Jetali's face, and she immediately felt a chill.

‘Uncle’s idea is wrong. These people can’t unite in the decisive battle. I wonder if the black smoke is still affecting them.’ She looked at her feet with worry. She hoped that Clayton would appear by her side immediately. She couldn’t feel at ease staying with these people, even if someone was protecting her.

The rebels’ alliance was extremely fragile. Edwards hadn’t really ended yet, and they had already begun to calculate against each other.

Who would have thought that the best performance was actually Basham, who had obeyed Edwards before!

As time went on, the battle on the third floor became more and more chaotic. Although Edwards’ spells had not yet taken effect here, the dwarves could no longer support the offensive of the evil creatures. These ferocious and mentally degraded beasts occupied most of the corridor with their absolute number and size advantages, squeezing the Morrells into the corner.

After gaining the upper hand, they regarded the short warriors as playthings. They would even throw their broken limbs to each other, or even hit their comrades.

This offensive act angered all the Moril people. They howled furiously, including Prince Basham himself. He left the witch and joined the battle, fighting by example, shouting loudly, trying his best to regroup the battle formation that was divided by the enemy, forming two parts, and then closing them together like iron felt and hammers, crushing the evil creatures in the middle.

Mysterious esoteric power surged in these warriors and echoed each other.

Although the little witch could not see anything, she could feel that there was a certain power wrapped around their bodies and weapons and shields. It was also a power that would fluctuate with emotional fluctuations, stronger than the dwarves of the miners' group she saw on the first floor.

They seemed to be linked together to form a solid wall.

After this victory, they retracted their formation and retreated to the spiral staircase.

The inclined ground was not suitable for warriors to exert force, and the smooth walls around the spiral staircase would limit the movement of the evil creatures. At least there, they did not have to worry about attacks from above, and the narrow space was more comfortable for the dwarves.

As the formation retreated, the end of Basham's team had reached the second floor, and the angry and exhausted dwarf prince finally saw Hohoma.

"Where is the stone I want?!" Basham roared. They have been fighting until now, and Hohoma's reinforcements have not appeared, and the messenger he sent has not returned.

Seeing the obedient Di Jetali beside him, Hohoma also roared: "Shit stone! Why don't you say that the despicable Di Nong has surrendered to you? He cut off my head, and you still want support? Why don't you replace your brain with mud, so that you can be smarter!"

While he roared, the dwarves of the miners' group also shared the same hatred.

Several spears were erected, and the poor creatures skewered on them were Basham's messengers. Jetali's escape to the upstairs had made the miners doubt his position, so they took an absolutely severe blow to Basham's private alliance.

Hohomer's attitude made Bassam so furious that he had no time to think about the feud between Jetali and Hohomer. He drew his sword.

"He chopped well! If he doesn't chop off your head, I will chop it too!"

He roared and rushed towards Hohomer, and the battle formation behind him followed, but a pair of hands grabbed him from behind and lifted him up.

Then a high voice dominated everyone.

"Stop shouting, you are all idiots! Listen to me now!!!" Donna screamed unbearably. She didn't care about losing her composure anymore. She held Bassam tightly with both hands, like a calf that had been born after a difficult birth. The sharp voice unique to women swept across the entire second floor, shocking all the dwarves.

When everyone looked up at Donna's beautiful face twisted by anger, she was no longer afraid, because anger had suppressed her other emotions.

She was really fed up with these idiots.

"Put down your weapons now, and send a group of people out to fight your allies. We are going to attack back to the third floor. If you don't do it, I will turn you into idiots now! What Edwards can do, I can do too! Otherwise, I wouldn't be here now!"

"Move now!"

Donna glared at everyone, and Clara lay on her shoulder, looking at those who looked dissatisfied like her second head.

The dwarves were silent under such eyes and threats. The little witch's position was irreplaceable, and no one was willing to try her threats. They finally united again and repaired the soldiers according to the witch's requirements. The two dwarf commanders could sit together to discuss the next plan.

"It's amazing." Jetali said beside Donna. He looked at the girl with a strange look, but Donna was no longer afraid of him.

She said coldly: "If there is nothing important, please stay away from me. I want to concentrate on sensing Edwards' witchcraft to prevent him from attacking us secretly."

"Of course." Jetali forced a smile and walked away with his guards.

The farmers were resurrected, but his mood was worse than before. Donna's actions reminded him that this witch was not an easy person to control, so the previous well-behaved behavior was obviously pretentious. Under this premise, the agreement she and Basham had made him doubt again, and he needed to reconsider his next choice.

While feeling lost, he was also glad that he had discovered this problem early. These Mansis people were indeed not trustworthy.