Werewolf hunting rules

The noisy battlefield where the evil creatures and the Morrells fought together, the chaotic fighting sounds were endless.

Edwards had already reached the third floor of the castle from the stairs. There was no door blocking his sight, and the scene in the corridor was in full view.

The warriors, the evil creatures, and the soldiers were all covered in blood, fighting in a ball without knowing who was the enemy, and no one looked back.

Bathum's figure disappeared, but Edwards didn't care. When the dwarves were crowded together, it was difficult to distinguish them. Bathum had a bad relationship with the miners, and they must not have many exorcism stones to use. He only cared about one person.

The black-haired girl turned her back to him, silently gazing at the yellow sky behind the gap above, while the Baal's family climbed on her shoulders. A transparent field that ordinary people could not see enveloped them. The power came from the old unicorn of Brakola, which could protect people's spirits and preserve purity.

Even without the little devil, Edwards could not interfere with the girl's spirit by his own means. He was only glad that the girl was not a good warrior.

And now, the witch who restrained him has not noticed his arrival.

There is a sense of induction between demons, but Edwards blocked this sense.

Even if they are both demons, their natures are completely different, just like their king. Baal's destructive power is unmatched, while Ainat pays more attention to changes in senses.

Edwards smiled at the backs of these people, without intervening in their fight or announcing his existence. He just stretched out his hand and tried to adjust their emotions with the help of the ubiquitous sediment of human hearts.

The power of the demons began to take effect imperceptibly. The more angry the angry, the more they abandoned defense and devoted themselves to the attack. The fearful began to retreat and tore the formation apart from the inside. The sudden change made these people pay more attention to the battle situation. Some warriors had to deal with more attacks from evil creatures and soldiers from this country. Some people would rather expose their backs to the enemy and kill their fleeing teammates. The scene was so chaotic that it was unbearable to watch.

The stubborn dwarves seemed to have never had the idea of ​​reconciliation in their minds. They were easier to control than ordinary people.

Edwards therefore did not think they were human.

At the moment of casting the spell, he did not forget to release the poisonous gas. The scales from the snake tail of the lower body stood up again, and the densely packed micro-sarcoma-like glands below contracted, and the oily secretions evaporated quickly and mixed into the air.

The dwarf warriors closest to the stairs inhaled the poisonous gas first. They were not big, but their breathing was more intense than that of humans, so they immediately staggered and fell to the ground.

But farther away, the dwarves did not put down their weapons. They were still fighting and did not pay attention to their fallen companions.

This might be because the speed of the poisonous gas was too slow, and he needed to move forward a little more, so that the effect of the poisonous gas could be accelerated - Edwards thought, he slowly stepped forward, stepped into the battlefield cordially, and greeted those warriors who had not been affected yet.

The next moment, the shields that came from both sides also gave him the same cordial response.

The two shields, which were wide enough to completely cover the shield bearer, closed together like an iron wall, and clamped the black wizard before he could defend himself. The groan of deformed bones and flesh came out instantly, and in addition to the pain of squeezing, there were many terrible tingling pains coming from all parts of the body.

The half-man, half-snake wizard roared wildly, and his snake tail swirled on the ground and bounced, trying his best to escape from between the two shields.

His body retreated to the stairs and returned to a safe place, but his body was bleeding and broken scales were scattered all over the ground.

"Kill them!"

Edwards shouted angrily without hesitation, not caring about hiding.

Five elite warriors in plate armor passed behind him and rushed into the Moril people to kill them. The two dwarves who attacked their master with shields were chopped to pieces first, followed by the dwarves who fought against the evil creatures. They did not fail to notice the enemy behind them. The plate armor made a loud noise when it moved. Half of them chose to turn around to deal with the enemy behind them, but when the five two-handed giant swords rotated together, the long-blunted spears and the Morrell spearmen behind them were cut into several sections.

These plate armor warriors moved freely on the sloping ground without feeling dizzy because of the unbalanced environment. Edwards' illusion was not only to deceive the enemy, but also to adjust their senses. This was the original purpose of this magic.

On the other side, the evil creatures that fell from the sky also cooperated with these attacks, instantly removing the combat effectiveness of one-third of the rebels.

When they rushed in, the witch changed her position again. She hid in the crowd and pointed her finger at the plate armor soldiers. The little devil on her shoulder also spoke at the same time, but nothing happened.

Baal's power was useless against the exorcism stones.

Victory was within reach. Edwards sneered and ignored her. He checked his wounds with the evil creatures that followed him.

Under the protection of the scales, there were still countless serious wounds on his body, as if many blades had cut through him when the shield attacked him. He could feel something unusual piercing his flesh, like some kind of wooden thorn, but bigger than that.

He wiped out his pain, inserted his fingers into the wound and dug, and then dug out a piece of gravel.

This was also an exorcism stone, but it was intentionally processed into a smaller shape, only half the size of a little fingernail.

Edwards finally understood what this move was. He bent down and picked up a piece of the shield that had just attacked him. Looking at the bumpy surface on it, he could no longer hide his anger and roared wildly.

These dwarves dared to nail the exorcism stone on the shield to plot against him!

Now there are at least hundreds of such broken stones embedded in his body. Before they are completely cleared out, he can no longer use the power given to him by Ainat.

In fact, some of the dwarves have gradually recovered. They tried to bypass the plate armor warriors and rush to Edwards. The poison gas seemed to have no effect on them. This may be related to their bloody beards. Edwards couldn't figure out what kind of witchcraft it was.

He raised his head and glared at the witch. He saw that there was a head of a wicked creature and lungs connected to it in the witch's arms.

After discovering that the most offensive magic was ineffective on the plate armor warrior, she skillfully stuffed the bloody and squirming meat into her mouth, not caring that the blood stains would dirty her pretty face.

"Is this the parasitism?!" Edwards's eye was torn because of the force, and blood was also left.

The king's child is using the parasitism to obtain the ability to be immune to poison gas from the evil creature.

And he never thought that someone would use witchcraft in this way.

Brakora's alchemy is all wild, but only the parasitism is a very clever spell. Those witches who are good at making medicine believe that the nature of plants and animals is retained in a part of them, and they will use the parasitism to retain these characteristics, so as to prepare potions, so that people can also temporarily obtain the same ability through potions.

But beginners can't control this kind of magic at all, and the newness and oldness of the materials also seriously affect the success rate of casting. As long as they take it down for a while, their spells will easily fail, and they will not have time to get through the subsequent medicine preparation.

Ever since Edwards found that the girl was really young, he subconsciously regarded her as an apprentice, and didn't think that she could show the talent of the parasitism. Perhaps she really can't use the parasitism to prepare extraordinary potions in the world.

But this is a fairyland.

When the witch grabbed the evil creature's lung and stuffed it into her mouth, it was still alive. It was always fresh, so the witch's storage spell would never fail.

But her method of immunity to poison gas could not be used on those dwarves, so why could they resist themselves?

And why were the two shield soldiers located on both sides of the stairs? Did they know where they were going to come out, so it was an ambush?

If it was an ambush, why didn't they pursue further?

Although the rebel formation was still collapsing and shrinking, and it seemed that there was no future, the witch could not threaten him, and the dwarfs who rushed towards him were stopped by the evil creature guards, but Edwards could no longer tolerate these accidents that were out of control. He felt dizzy because of these unanswered questions, and the silent staircase corridor behind him made him angry in his impatience.

"Damn, why hasn't Pileg come yet?!"

According to the original plan, Pileg had recovered at least two or three soldiers at this time, but these reinforcements had not arrived yet.

Edwards should have assigned someone to confirm this for him, but he really didn't want to stay on the third floor any longer. All the signs here made him uneasy, so he ordered some of the evil creatures who followed him to stay here to guard the stairs, and he returned with the remaining evil creatures.

While making this decision, he was secretly looking forward to the scene of embracing success when he came back.

Blood flowed down the snake's tail, drawing a zigzag line on the stairs.

This time Edwards learned his lesson and left many evil creatures to guard the third floor, while he always stayed away from the third floor in the team.

However, because this time he was on the return journey, he was still the leader of the team.

So, Edwards happened to bump into the new king he appointed again.

The werewolf came from the bottom of the stairs and saw him coming down from above. Without any greeting, its claws tore the wind and arrived in front of the black wizard's face in a blink of an eye.

Thanks to the experience of being ambushed last time, Edwards' reaction was unprecedentedly fast. He bent backwards, and the snake tail of his lower body hit the ground fiercely, pushing himself to the back, and narrowly avoided the werewolf's claws.

Seeing the faces of the two attackers, Edwards's irritability reached the extreme.

"Damn it, how can you get out of the dream? Did Pileg help you? And Osmar, what are you doing here? Aren't you enemies?"

"On this point of dealing with you, we are quite unanimous." Clayton said.

Edwards looked at the silent red-headed man behind him, and the anger in his heart burst out: "Osmar, you traitor! Didn't I fulfill your wish? I promised you, and now I have done everything!"

Osmar glanced at Clayton and said nothing.

After I finish the exam, I will write like crazy