Werewolf hunting rules

Ulen—Donna was stunned when she heard this name.

Her biological father, the stranger she was closest to, was sitting here, in her dream, across from Clayton. She looked at that face and shuddered with excitement even though she had never expected it.

He was handsome and looked very similar to her, but his face was longer and more heroic. He was not much older than her, probably less than twenty years old.

With slightly curly black semi-long hair and topaz-like eyes, there is no doubt that this is a typical Bello. But his appearance and style are completely different from Clayton. Fortitude and elegance are perfectly combined in him. His eyes are flexible and gentle, his rose lips are slightly raised, and his smile gives people an absolute sense of trust. Like an angel descending to earth, even if it is painted on the wall of a church, it is not an exaggeration.

And Clayton was sneering at the angel.

"When others see my appearance, they probably think that I am a strong and willful person, but they don't know that there is an arrogant man next to me. Although he walks on the ground, he hides himself cleverly, covering up Because he has a great face that he can hide behind.”

He raised his right hand and pointed it mercilessly at his brother's face: "Your arrogance and willfulness are not inferior to mine at all, and even far exceed mine, but you yourself are not aware of it. Just because of this picture of yours Face, everything you do goes smoothly, and everyone likes you. They think you are humble and polite. In fact, it is just because you have a face that looks humble and polite. This is not the same as your nature, but you regard it as humble and polite. I mistook my luck for my extraordinary ability, thinking that there was nothing I couldn’t do in the world, and was eager to make progress, so I ended up in this situation!”

"I'm sorry." Ulen said, looking very serious: "But after I joined the army, you also signed up. I want to know why?"

"Of course it's for money! What do you think it's for? Because of love?" Clayton asked mockingly, and even Donna who was attached to him shook her body in surprise: "You can get more money from coming to the colony to bask in the sun than at home. It’s twice as high as I want to pay for my own tuition. I’ve already given the money you gave me to Cuitisi! The things you inherit are yours, and I won’t take them!”

"But when we were assigned to the same team, I remember you smiled very happily." Wu Lun pointed to the upturned corner of his mouth, as if to say that he was as happy as he is now.

"That's because I was stupid at the time -" Clayton said coldly. "I thought that being in the army could change your inconsistent temper, but I was wrong."

Wu Lun didn't care about his threatening tone, but laughed happily:

“You’re stupid and I’m arrogant, it sounds like we’re family!”

"Can you stop laughing? I'm not kidding!" Clayton's voice began to become softer, but anyone could hear the rage brewing in it.

"Ulen! I have endured your presence for a long time. I am more handsome and powerful than most men in the world. Those who have only seen me admit this, but when they see you, they know you After becoming my brother, they treated me like a disabled person, even though nothing has changed about me, Wu Lun, you are such an eyesore to me!"

The man's brother was moved by these words, tears seemed to be rolling in his eyes, and his voice became deeper:

"I didn't think about such a thing."

"Of course you haven't thought about it, because you don't care at all! How arrogant, comparable to our queen! She can violate the war chess agreement with peace of mind, but you take all the adoring looks for granted and are always aloof. Looking at us mortals with all my strength, as long as you ask, others will give it to you. I have had enough of this unfairness!"

When she heard these words, Donna also began to feel unfair for her uncle.

But Wu Lun is really good-looking.

Clayton took a long breath after a series of roars, and Ullun also fell silent, and the depressing atmosphere began to extend over time.

Clayton started to stand up and walked back and forth in the room. When he reached the seventeenth time, Ulen stopped him. The young man still had some crystal water droplets in the corners of his eyes, but he had already put on his clothes. He wore a straightforward and sincere happy smile, as if he felt that all sadness was not worth staying in his heart for too long.

But this change was too fast, and his voice didn't change, so maybe everything just now was just an act.

Donna knew that her father had been an important member of the local theater troupe and was said to have performed well.

"According to the traditional script, you should have felt guilty because what you just said hurt my heart, but you didn't apologize for the sake of face. You just regretted it silently. But after I revealed my true feelings, you immediately realized your mistake and told me I apologized, and finally the two brothers got back together." Wu Lun said briskly, with a natural and carefree look, obviously not caring about his brother's complaints at all.

Clayton tilted his neck and took a deep breath.

Donna heard him muttering softly: "I can't always understand people."

Uren may have had his own ideas about how to bridge the gap, but even Donna could see that his methods were failing, and Clayton wasn't in for a joke right now.

When Clayton lowered his head, he showed his attitude to his brother: "Unfortunately, I am a lover of tragedy. There is no such thing in my script, but the two brothers turned against each other, so I will beat you next , until I’m tired.”

As he spoke, Clayton really raised his right fist. Even though it was the younger one, his wrist looked almost twice as thick as Ulen's.

This is no joke, even if Donna is vaguely aware that this is a past experience, she can't help but worry about her father.

"Stop, stop!"

Wu Lun put down the paper and pen in his hand, raised his hands with a wry smile, and leaned his upper body back: "I regret it, you should say something happy, but I might die in the next battle!"

Clayton sneered and slowly approached him:

"The days of you doing whatever you want with this face are about to end, and I can't be happy enough. Besides, I might die, so I have to try my best to finish what I want to do before I die."

"So let me tell you something happy." Wu Lun shrugged, put down his hand, and said without waiting for Clayton to refuse: "Our dear Commander Echo died. He drank too much last night. Duo accidentally fell into the river when he returned to the military camp late at night. He may have been washed away by the river, but no one has found him yet. "

"No wonder he hasn't come to the camp to trouble me yet." Clayton said with instinctive disgust.

Wu Lun looked at him with a smile.

"Wait, Ulen?" Clayton suddenly realized something.

His brother looked at him and smiled even brighter. It was truly a beautiful smile blessed by God.

"Yes, we might die, so we should try our best to finish what we want to do before we are alive." Ulen looked at Clayton and repeated his words.

Donna was still thinking about what happened, but her dream was torn apart, and Clara's voice rang in her ears.

"Donna, Clara's little sister—"

The little devil noticed something was wrong with her state and forcefully woke her up, speaking cheerfully.

However, this action and address only annoyed Donna: "Clara, why did you wake me up?!"

She's looking at her father!

"Donna slept for a minute." Clara said. She didn't care about Donna's anger because she was the big sister and the other person was the willful little sister: "Clara thought Donna was attacked by a bad wizard."

Donna subconsciously retorted: "I don't."

She stopped talking and suddenly realized what just happened

"Clayton was attacked by Edwards! They came up from the bottom!"

She screamed and jumped up and ran towards the dwarf prince. She wanted to announce the news and let them be prepared.

The other wizards in this country have been captured by Clayton and his people, and their spiritual power has been sucked away by the little devil. Only Edwards and Pileg can attack Clayton with witchcraft, and they both It is the most important presence of the enemy at this time.

That was not an ordinary sleep at all. Maybe it was the power of the devil that affected Clayton, or maybe it was the poisonous gas of the thief worm. Clayton had told her about the dangers of that kind of poisonous gas.

They were already prepared for the power of demons, but the poison gas.

As the only wizard here, she must quickly think of a countermeasure.

"Is this what they rely on to deal with me?"

Edwards held a small white crystal in his palm. He had seen this kind of stone on the first floor, but the quantity was very rare. He thought it was the ore residue that the dwarves accidentally carried. It wasn't until here that all of Scarecrow Homer's men wore such stones that he realized that this was regarded by the enemy as a weapon that could defeat him.

After testing, Edwards came to a conclusion.

They are useful, but not useful enough.

"Devil." Priest Louis knelt in front of him, then strangled his neck with both hands, tightening against his physiological reaction, causing his face to turn purple.

The slow breathing efficiency and large size slowed down the effects of the gas attack, and Louis became the last conscious person here.

"Your tone makes me unhappy, church worm." Edwards threw down the stone: "But your existence is good news. The church in this world actually allows a weak guy like you to join. It seems that my resistance to the founding of the country in this world is Maybe not that big.”

Louis pinched his neck and said nothing, but Edwards talked loudly in front of him.

The dark wizard is not worried about wasting time and delaying the fighter, because he can solve the second layer no slower than the first layer.

Beside them, warriors and beasts in full armor stood beside them, while the dwarves and Dinons holding weapons tightly fell to the ground. Their bodies were twitching slightly, their eyes were dull, and their saliva was drooling.

They all carry stones that can withstand the power of demons, but they cannot stop the poisonous gas.

The thief worms that were originally born in caves are no strangers to underground tunnels. Their poisonous gas is especially difficult to deal with underground where the air is stagnant, so they are naturally suitable for use here.

The dwarves also knew this, but they were not prepared for it, because they originally wanted to blast Edwards directly into the deep anti-demon stones. Even if they failed, they never thought of hiding underground again. Instead, it was decided to arrange the venue for the decisive battle on a surface with better ventilation.

They didn't expect the castle to sink into the ground.

Now, the first and second floors have been solved quietly, and the highest level of the castle is still busy dealing with the offensive from the surface. It is absolutely impossible to imagine that Edwards will personally launch an attack from underground.

And even if they discovered this, they wouldn't be able to figure out a way to deal with the poison gas and the enemies flanked on both sides.

Victory is in sight.

"Think more open-mindedly. You blocked me longer than Hohomer." Edwards reached out and gently pushed Louis' head, and the priest fell stiffly.

Seeing this scene, Edwards himself regretted it a little.

In order to reach the underground quickly, he made a wish with Osmar's finger. The side effect of changing his fate seemed to be that the priest brought a group of people down and ran into him and attacked him. And he took less than 20 seconds to deal with them, and he didn't even need his soldiers. He accomplished such a feat alone.

Such a small price made Edwards feel annoyed. He thought he should be bolder in using Osmar.

Unfortunately, those fingers have been used up.

"Collect these stones, let's see if Baal's followers will also be affected by them."

The plate armor soldiers picked up the stones as ordered and stuffed them into the gaps in the neck guards.

Edwards waved his hand, and the snake's tail swayed and slid to the upper level. There was another layer of rebels that he needed to suppress personally.

However, the consecutive victories have gradually numbed Edwards' mind. He forgot that his position should be in the safe rear. Now, he is in the front, which is the so-called pioneer position.