Werewolf hunting rules

The figure of Emperor Jetali was reflected in Clara's blue eyes, like a flying insect trapped in amber.

Before the Tinon found that he was being watched, Donna turned around and walked sadly into the group of dwarves.

She tried to bridge the rift between the three parties with threats, but failed.

Clara's power allowed her to see the subtle emotions of these people, and their thoughts could not be hidden from her-the dwarves still could not give up their hatred for each other, and the Tinon had decided to abandon all allies and prepare to surrender to Edwards.

Uncle Clayton's idea of ​​balance was not wrong. Everyone here has a unique goal vision. Give them hope, and they can provide their own strength for the collective. It's just that he didn't see a little bit, or he was too anxious and just wanted to take her away from the fairyland quickly, so he ignored some things, or maybe he bet that everyone could solve the ownership of this country before they reacted.

What Clayton intentionally or unintentionally ignored was that the conflict between Jetali and Edwards could actually be reconciled, and the resources they had could complement each other.

Once the two sides really contact each other, both the Morrells and Clayton will be abandoned, and Edwards will not let go of others.

Jetali felt a certain sight, but when he turned around, there was no one in the place he saw.

In his visual range, the soldiers who were originally torn apart were being repaired by their companions. Soldiers of different races consciously belonged to different areas. With the help of the witch, the dwarves finally gave up the position belonging to the Dinong people, but he would not be grateful to anyone for this.

The fall of the castle must be related to the alchemical products of the dwarves, and they owed him.

Just as he was thinking about it, the dwarf prince came over with a few guards: "Hey, Dinong people, we are going to counterattack, you should join us."

Jetali frowned.

"Don't refuse me, I just spoke for you."

"But I think I'm more needed here, and you didn't help me just now." Jetali said that his soldiers had recovered, which made him more confident.

"Stop talking nonsense, bring your people up with us, we can't just lose the first line of defense, or do you want to surrender now?"

The dwarf prince's tone became more and more impatient, but his eyes carefully looked at Jetali. The commander of the Dinong people was a little surprised, but he knew that he couldn't reveal his true views now, so he compromised.

He appointed an adjutant to handle the affairs of the second floor on his behalf, and then selected twenty soldiers to follow the dwarf troops to slowly pass through the spiral staircase and move up.

The witch followed him, which gave Jetali a little more confidence-she seemed to remember the covenant they had established, so she stayed nearby and waited for his instructions. However, the girl looked a little uneasy, a good wizard would never be like this, after all, witchcraft also requires a strong mind to release.

"You should be more confident, so that you can be useful." He turned his head and said to the girl on the steps.

Donna showed an ugly smile, while Clara's eyes were not so friendly, and she made the Dinong people dislike her very much.

"Also, discipline your little pet."

The team in front suddenly quickened its pace, so Jetali stopped talking and took big steps, leaving Donna behind.

When he stepped onto the floor tiles of the third floor again, the scene he saw was not optimistic. Only a few dwarves were fighting against the evil creatures in the corridor, and more fighting sounds came from the room. The battle formation had been dispersed.

Di Jetali frowned again.

If Edwards' army could easily kill these dwarves, then they would not be worth being betrayed, and he must make Edwards pay attention to his role.

In order to achieve this goal, he should help the dwarves recapture the third floor first.

Just as he was thinking this, the dwarf prince in front of the team suddenly shouted, and then all the dwarves squeezed forward desperately, colliding with the evil creatures without caring about the formation, and also distanced themselves from the army of the Dinnon people.

This is simply to die.

Suspicion rose in Jetali's heart for a few seconds, and he heard the voice of the witch behind him.

"Please."

He looked back in surprise, but the words were not directed at him. The blazing white fireball rushed towards him instantly, surging from the back to the front, engulfing him. Under the catalysis of the ignored human sediment, the flames multiplied and spread wildly, engulfing Jetali and the twenty Di Nong people he brought with him.

All of them rolled in the fireball, waving their weapons randomly, but most of them could only cut their own people. Only Donna was almost split by Di Jetali's sword, but at the critical moment, Clara climbed on the wall with her unique limbs and dragged her back and forth with her arms. Di Jetali waved his sword in vain for more than a dozen times, and finally fell to the ground with his companions.

Edwards provided Clara with a constant supply of fuel, and the Di Nong people without wizards had no way to compete with her.

The Di Nong people also contributed a lot of wailing during the whole process of their spirits being gradually destroyed, but in the current castle, such sounds have become commonplace and did not serve as a warning to their companions downstairs.

The flames gradually died out, revealing extremely pale faces.

"You are really cruel. I have begun to admire you." Basham exclaimed at the girl, but this only made her feel depressed.

This operation was planned by the witch herself. After realizing that the rebellion of the Dinong people was imminent, she secretly contacted the two dwarf commanders and finally decided to eliminate Emperor Jetali first.

Before this, she had never done such a cruel thing, nor had she thought of doing such a thing, but she hoped that her choice was correct. If Jetali finally chose to betray others, they would really be finished. And now, they have perfectly solved the target, and the remaining Dinong people don’t know what happened upstairs, and they will still defend this place with all their heart.

"I have no other way. Now I just hope to win." She covered her forehead and leaned weakly against the wall behind her.

After that, the dwarves regained their formation, and the soldiers of Hohoma also entered as reinforcements.

With support, the dwarves counterattacked again and recaptured one-third of the corridor, and then there was a stalemate.

Donna looked at the bodies of the Dinong people who had lost their consciousness, and her mind became more and more chaotic. She realized that her confidence was shaking, which seriously affected her ability to cast spells, which would make it difficult for her to fight Edwards, but she was powerless.

She really didn't know if she made the right choice.

She once thought that if two people could share life and death, then even if they had some unbearable past, they should be considered friends in the future. However, the people here broke her cognition.

Di Jetali was not a friend, and she also did something very despicable.

When Clayton teased Edwards with superb horsemanship, everyone was happy for his victory. The dwarves and the Dinnon put aside their past grudges and celebrated for them, the outsiders, as if they were friends. Donna could sense through Clara that the feelings were absolutely true, but why did it turn out like this in the end?

Things should not have developed like this, and she should not be here. She would rather fail with a group of good friends than succeed with a group of people with ulterior motives.

A burst of anger surged into Donna's heart, and she began to be silently angry, angry at everyone here, including Louis - she had also wanted to ask Louis for help before, but he didn't know where to run, so she was angry with him too.

Clara suddenly pulled her hair to make her come back to her senses.

Louis was standing in front of her, still dressed like a barbarian, but speaking with the demeanor of a civilized society: "Child, are you upset?"

"Yes, but you came a little late. So I can't help, you can only regret with me." Donna's tone was not very friendly.

However, her anger seemed non-threatening, and Louis remained calm: "Please believe me, child, I am willing to make any sacrifice for you, but I was just repairing the soldiers' bodies and didn't notice what happened here."

He smiled bitterly: "Unfortunately, I don't have the ability to participate in the battle, so I can only do this to help these soldiers."

The tone of the priest was humble, and Donna's education made her forgive him immediately.

But she still sighed, today's experience made her feel much older, perhaps older than the group of dwarves in front of her, because they only thought about themselves and didn't think as much as she did.

"No, Mr. Louis, the most sad thing for me is over. Next, we have to be on guard against Edwards' witchcraft here. If you want to help, ask Hohoma for some people to help my father. He must need help."

"Aaaaaaaa——"

Several Morrells thrust forward with their spears, and the blunted spears obscurely penetrated the werewolf's flesh and blood, and also pierced the evil creature in its arms.

The evil creature's body covered with bone spurs struggled and rolled wildly in the werewolf's arms, and a lot of hair and flesh fell off. Clayton raised his neck and roared, but his strong arms covered with long hair did not loosen because of the pain, but tightened again, as if to press the evil creature in front of him into his chest.

The battle without rest has lasted for fifteen minutes. The mosquito slayer was thrown away somewhere, and his body was broken and unable to fight the evil creature alone.

When he and his prey were pierced by spears from all directions, several more dwarf soldiers got in between the gaps between the spears. They climbed onto the two monsters and smashed the exposed parts of the monsters with the outer edges of their shields until the joints were completely broken and the flesh and bones were turned into mud.

When the last smash was over, the shield was pulled out of the flesh and bones, making a sticky friction sound, and then the dark corridor fell into a long silence, with only the breathing of the crowd rising and falling.

There were no enemies.

"Hahaha" dry laughter came from someone unknown, but it did not continue, and no one else responded.

After it ended, the sound of weapons falling to the ground rang out one after another, and everyone dropped what they were holding and fell down in relief.

Only half of the defenders on the first floor were useful. When they fought, they never thought that this place could be defended, but they still succeeded and counterattacked to the end of the west corridor. Their swords and axes had broken blades after the intense battle, but the result was that all the enemies were dismembered, and the wriggling limbs and severed heads covered the ground. Regardless of the blood, they would slip just standing there.

"Will there be more enemies?"

Clayton's weak voice came through the darkness. The sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and bones rang out from him again after he spoke, as he was removing the weapon from his body.

"No." A dwarf sent by the miners said, "Edwards was worried that we would use this trick before, so the positions of the up and down passages of each underground tunnel are regulated and the width is limited. If you want to go up and down, you have to take a long detour. Those enemies just now should be all of them, unless they have more alchemical explosives."

Another dwarf continued his words: "But the explosion just now should have used up all the explosives, so."

He suddenly stopped talking, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Clayton did not continue to ask. He stood up with a spear that had just been pulled out of his body, and staggered forward on the corpses in the corridor, facing the spiral staircase with faint light coming down from the upper floor. The sound of the beast's feet stepping on the pool of blood was clearly audible.

"What are you going to do?" Someone among the dwarves asked.

"I'm going to see the situation up there." Clayton said, he wanted to see how Donna was now.

"Go, but remember to scold Hohoma for us." The dwarf who said this was not Basham's subordinate. He was dispatched by Hohoma, but the commander did not send any help just now, which made all the miners on the first floor dissatisfied.

"I will." Clayton did not turn around, but raised his hand tiredly.

He took a few more steps towards the stairs, but his body began to lose control. His huge body knelt forward, and then gradually collapsed, lying in a pool of blood.

Different from the pace of the defenders, he heard Edwards' voice in the corridor.

"I knew they were a bunch of useless things, and I always had to do it myself."