Werewolf hunting rules

In order to enhance his spellcasting ability and the quality of his body, and thus solve the country's troubles once and for all, Edwards finally gave up his human body and chose to merge with his familiar, his own heir.

The body connected by blood did not bring any rejection reaction during the fusion. His five senses of strength were better than before, he could use witchcraft easily and freely, and he could freely release poisonous gas. The defensive performance of the scales covering his body was not inferior to that of a piece of leather armor.

However, these were not enough to allow him to resist an eight-foot-tall werewolf within five yards!

too close! too close!

Edwards bent his upper body backwards and watched in horror as the black bloody claws grabbed his face. The sound of the cone-like fingertips tearing the air seemed to be lengthened several times in his ears, and the movement was thrown out. A drop of blood splashed on his glowing right eye, forcing him to close it, and his tongue could almost taste the fishy smell of blood at the same time.

The narrow staircase environment restricted movement, and the monsters could not cross him to fight the werewolf.

In other words, it's a duel now.

"It shouldn't be like this, you bitch," Edwards kept muttering, relying on the snake's lower body to twist and contract, trying his best to avoid the werewolf's attack.

But there is less and less room to retreat.

The riddled werewolf attacks its prey tirelessly and painfully like its ancestors of all generations. Even though the dark wizard's flexible snake tail can always drag him away from danger, there are still more and more plasma and scales left. The space of the spiral staircase is spread out and painted on the gray-white curved wall.

With neither side having weapons, he was helpless against the werewolf.

Looking at the crazy beast shadow in front of him, Edwards felt his mouth go dry, maybe because of fear or because of blood loss.

Although this physical body enhanced his reaction speed, it also lengthened the time of regret and fear in his thinking.

He was really panicked.

Wizards must be confident, and negative emotions can shake their power.

If in the past, he could still use the power of Ainat to eliminate his fear, but those despicable Morel people. The numerous gravel particles pierced into his body hindered his power, which should have been like an arm. The power seemed to have never appeared and never responded to his call.

"Go to hell!"

He made up his mind and raised his hand to the new king.

The werewolf's sharp claws were about to pierce his chest, but with this finger, its body suddenly turned to the right, its right arm turned into a sweep, hitting Osmar's head behind him, and the red-headed man fell backwards , the ugly head suddenly hit the edge of the steps, and half of the head was smashed into pieces.

The person accidentally injured was Osmar, so Clayton did not hesitate for a moment, adjusted his posture and attacked again.

But his movements were only slightly delayed for a moment. When he turned around, he only saw Edwards bending down and scurrying under the belly of the evil creature like a real snake, leaving only a tail exposed, and in his consciousness When it was Edwards, the snake's tail twisted and disappeared completely.

Creighton tried to catch up, but found himself further and further away from Edwards.

The last encounter made the werewolf no longer trust the defense method of recalling sorrow, and he subconsciously abandoned this method, so he was once again affected by illusion.

This shouldn't have happened. He slapped his face with both paws in annoyance, and then began to face the "explorer" in front of him with its claws and teeth.

The front half of this evil creature is covered with a thick layer of horny skin, and its alienated hands are covered with carapace. It looks like both a scorpion and a snake. It is much more difficult to deal with than a leatherworker. It gives him a headache. At the same time, the broken bones on his body are... The old injury that penetrated the bone and marrow had not yet recovered, and the secretly flowing blood made him more and more tired.

"Edwards should have escaped to the top floor. I hope they can handle it." Clayton thought,

Now the people who can fight are basically on the third floor of the castle. The soldiers in other places are all poisonous gas. He has tried to wake them up, but they have failed.

If the third level was lost, they were all doomed.

"We've lost a lot of lives," Bassem said.

The corridor was filled with blood, and swords and swords were coming and going around him and the witch. Several personal guards risked their lives to push back the invading evil things with their shields, trying their best to maintain this hard-won peaceful and pure land.

Donna looked at him unbearably: "I didn't kill them."

Clara repeated her words over her shoulder: "I didn't kill him."

"I know, but the plan failed." The dwarf prince sighed.

They originally planned to lure Edwards into the military formation to release poison gas, and then the dwarves who took precautions would cut his body into pieces and take him to different places for burial. But Edwards's casting range was a little further than they thought. This was different from his previous memory. It may be that there were changes after the dark wizard and the familiar merged.

The temporary change caused errors in the steps of the ambush, and the subsequent complex interception personnel failed to follow up, allowing him to escape.

The consequences of the failure of the plan did not stop there. In order to lure Edwards into the siege, they had adopted a more realistic way of showing weakness. The collapse of the formation was not false.

Now the main goal has not been achieved, and the collapse of the formation is irreversible.

The evil creatures that jumped in from the upper level of the castle obeyed a certain command system. They did not run around, but steadily expanded their advantages. However, this alone had already put the dwarves at a disadvantage. Edwards led The plate-armored soldiers who came dismembered many people, and all weapons could not do anything to the armor on their bodies. Bassem commanded a group of people to use shields to force them into the room, thus avoiding immediate failure.

But even if they are retained, it is only a matter of time before the entire army is wiped out.

The garrison here only remains one-fifth of its original size.

Not long ago, they were happy to deal with Emperor Jetali, but now they are starting to think about how to lose honorably. This has to be said to be a kind of irony.

"It's no one's fault." Donna said sadly while holding the evil creature's head, subconsciously chewing on the flexible lungs in her mouth, and then retching.

"No one made a mistake, but the price we paid was too heavy."

The person who complained was not Bassem, but a dwarf next to him. He reached into his beard and groped for a while, pulled out a piece of pale skin and threw it to the ground.

In order to filter the poisonous gas, some dwarves wanted to cover their mouths and noses with wet cloths. Normal cloths were rare here, so the little witch came up with another method-let them use the armpits and knee sockets of evil objects. Even the skin in private parts acts as a filter layer, because the skin in these places is thinner and the pores are larger.

The witch's idea is correct. The biological structure of evil creatures makes this defense method a reality.

They blocked the poison gas, but these leathers... Let's put it this way, the process of wearing them was humiliating. This dwarf obviously thought so.

Basham frowned when he saw this scene: "Put it on."

Edwards' poison has not dissipated yet.

His men also knew this, but still resisted the order: "I know we are doomed, and I will fight to the end, but at least I shouldn't have skin from someone else's crotch on my mouth when I die."

Such a weak statement shakes morale, and Bassem should have chopped off his head, but his wish is so humane that it is hard to criticize him.

"We don't necessarily lose," Donna said.

The dwarf looked at her, wondering why she could still maintain her confidence.

"Why? We have no support anymore."

Edwards was able to come up from the lower level, indicating that the first and second floors had been compromised.

Donna shook her head and said stubbornly: "There's no reason, it's just a feeling."

The witch's premonition was somewhat convincing. The warrior silently bent down, picked up the piece of leather and put it into his beard.

"Ah, the bad wizard is back." Clara pointed to the stairs, where Edwards' terrifyingly gloomy face appeared, and blood was dripping from his palms that were holding on to the wall.

Apparently, there were still people down there fighting against him, so he came back.

Bassam and the witch looked at each other and laughed heartily and horribly at the same time.

There's no better news than that they're not alone.

Following the order, all the dwarves who could still free their hands fought back with all their strength, rushing towards Edwards in a crowd.

The next moment, the half-human, half-snake monster and the evil things behind him swarmed out from the narrow staircase, knocking many dwarves away with violence and crushing weight.

Edwards looked at them coldly, holding the neck of an evil creature with his mutilated right hand. As the evil creature stretched, his body became taller and taller. Once out of the narrow corridor, these evil creatures fully supported their bodies. The broad back forms a high platform, guarding the dark wizard.

The Morel people swarmed up like ants attacking injured birds, desperately attacking the limbs of these evil creatures with the broken and blunt weapons in their hands, but the effect was not obvious.

This phalanx composed of monsters resolutely penetrated the dwarves' interception line. It ignored the sporadic attacks and marched all the way to the bottom of the gap on the top of the castle. It was about to break through the dwarves' last defense line and join the enemies from the surface.

Bassem could see his purpose at a glance: "He wants to escape!"

Upon hearing this, Edwards turned back on the evil creature's back and looked at him coldly.

Donna raised her hand again: "Clara!"

The flames from the Lord of Power exploded on the bodies of the cluster of evil creatures. Two burning evil creatures broke away from the formation and fell to the ground, struggling in the flames. However, a ring-shaped vacuum was formed in the swirling flames. , protecting the evil object at the center—that is Edwards, who had exorcism stones pierced all over his body.

The means they used to restrain him became a shield to protect him.

The dwarves climbed up along the evil creature's limbs and tried to catch Edwards with their own hands, but they were cut off by another evil creature's pliers as they climbed up. The people who finally got close to Edwards were also cut off by the thick snake's tail. Sweep it down.

Edwards is still moving forward.

The witch pointed at the evil thing under him and let out a scream.

One of the explorer's legs was severed from the air, and his body tilted uncontrollably to one side. The dwarves burst into cheers, but then the creature next to them raised its forelimbs and picked Edwards up on its back.

"Do it again." A dwarf shouted. Before charging, he subconsciously turned around and stopped shouting after seeing the appearance of the witch.

Blood flowed from Donna's facial features. She was in a daze, with her head slightly lowered. She was so weak that she almost fell. She could only stand steady by Clara's tugging on her collar.

The physical fitness of the evil creature surpassed that of ordinary beasts. Breaking one of its legs with telekinesis had already consumed a lot of her mental energy, and it was impossible for her to do it again.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the evil creature under Edwards continued to move forward and penetrated the last line of defense of the dwarves from the inside.

Donna retched. Her poor mental state made her unable to even think of the emotion of despair. Bathum glanced at her and stopped guarding her. He rushed forward and kicked a spear in his hand, then stepped on the head of another dwarf and leaped up, aiming at Edwards and throwing it suddenly. Donna could hardly see the trajectory of the spear's flight, and Edwards fell straight off the back of the evil creature as if hit by an invisible force.

A pair of hands helped Edwards up.

Those were the hands of the soldiers of this country.

Edwards fell into his own camp. With the help of the people next to him, he pulled out the spear on his body. Looking at Bathum and Donna's faces, he was no longer angry, but showed a smug smile from the heart.

His good mood made him smile to the enemy.

Basham cursed, then turned his gaze back to the witch.

"Is there still fire?"

Donna forced herself to cheer up, and shook her head as she looked at the dwarves and the evil creatures fighting in the melee.

"Too close." She said weakly. "The injuries burned by the flames of the mind are almost irreparable."

"I said, all burned." Basham said coldly.

The bright red flames burst out again, engulfing the soldiers of this country and the dwarves fighting with them.

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