Werewolf hunting rules

When the fire receded, Edwards stood among the corpses on the ground, accompanied only by a beast and five plate armored soldiers trapped in the corner.

On the Morrell side, there were more than a dozen people who could spare their hands.

Basham and his men looked at Edwards, their eyes burning with the flames that had quietly ignited long ago at an unknown moment. There were no reinforcements from the other side coming down from the roof. Although their bodies and weapons were broken, their fighting spirit was extremely high.

The witch was already sitting weakly against the wall. She had consumed too much strength and was unable to intervene in their battle. She could only watch the final ending.

The black wizard's smile disappeared again, and his eyes slowly swept over the fallen men around him. Those bodies that were still trembling slightly and every standing enemy made the muscles in his cheeks twitch.

He could not protect anyone, and even the last things would be taken away by the besiegers, just like when he was driven out of the court many years ago.

The powerful denied his loyalty and ability, and his proud achievements were regarded as luck.

He had tasted this kind of humiliation once, and he had no interest in tasting it again, especially when he was stepping on his own land.

The half-human, half-snake wizard suddenly raised his right hand: "It's your turn!"

So, the last reinforcements from this country arrived. Three huge evil creatures suddenly fell from the gap in the roof. No, they were not evil creatures, because they still retained the characteristics of human beings-walking upright.

The heavy body fell, and three pairs of feet splashed blood in the pool of blood everywhere.

They were the guards sent by Edwards to control the new king when he realized that the rebellion was about to happen. After the failure, they were abandoned in the parade ground and then awakened by Edwards.

The evil body symbolized the extreme ugliness among humans, but here it meant that powerful power and wisdom were combined into one, and they also gained the ability to communicate with evil creatures. With this identity between the two, they replaced Pileg's command work on the surface.

Their arrival aroused the vigilance of the Morrell people.

"I promised you that I would do what I promised you before, now kill them." Edwards ordered.

But the three evil men behind him were not in a hurry to take action. They also looked around, and then one of them laughed.

"Sataki, you have no one to use."

A name that had never been mentioned before appeared here, but this information was meaningless to others.

Even Donna couldn't use this name at this moment.

The Morrell people were shocked by this contemptuous tone, and they expected them to fight each other first. The tone of the alienator did not make Edwards panic: "But you have no choice. As long as I don't want to, I won't solve the shackles on you."

The attitude of the alienator became solemn again.

"We didn't say we won't help you, but you should give us more."

"After we solve this, we'll discuss the reward."

The three aliens had no more objections. They stepped over the black wizard and headed for the Morrells. Through the gap between them, Bathum saw Edwards cast a vicious glance at him, and then he stopped paying any attention to them. He raised his hands with concentration and inserted his ten fingers into the gap between the collarbones. He used force with his fingertips, pinched the skin with his thumb, and slowly lifted the scaly skin on his body - including the exorcism stones that were stuck in the tiny gaps of the scales.

He wanted to remove all the exorcism stones by peeling the skin!

Bathum was immediately horrified.

But at this moment, they had no extra manpower to stop him. Every enemy here could at least stop two Morrells.

"Witch, go and deal with him!"

He shouted, and Donna struggled to get up, but stopped after a few steps.

The consequence of overcasting spells made her senses disordered, her mouth and nose were blocked by blood, and without the evil head in her hand as the object of the storage spell, she even had difficulty breathing, not to mention stopping Edwards.

Clara tried to pat her back to relieve the problem of airway obstruction, but she pushed her away angrily.

Her actions were seen by the aliens, causing a burst of laughter.

The alien who had been stabbed by Donna made a gesture of wiping her neck, and then looked back at the Morrell people. He tore off his upper body clothes and raised his alienated arm like a long knife to the dwarves: "Struggle less and accept your fate, mediocre things, so as to save our energy."

Basham responded to him with a swear word that is commonly used in ancient and modern times, and then rushed up first and fought with them.

On Edwards' side, his situation was not as good as the dwarves thought.

"Uh-huh."

As he panted, the skin on his chest was completely peeled off, revealing a blood-red texture underneath. He let go of this piece of skin and rested for a while. The drooping skin was like a red skirt surrounding his lower body.

Even if the pain was eliminated, the blood loss would still make him weak.

And even he couldn't stand this scene.

However, as long as he untied this restraint, he could completely turn the tide of the battle.

Just as he thought so, he saw a black figure appear at the stairs in his peripheral vision.

His new king.

Clayton Bello, he got rid of the evil creature's entanglement and came back to find him.

Donna also saw her uncle. She almost shouted out in surprise, but when she saw the wound on his body, her heart sank.

The werewolf's left arm was cut off, and his intact right claw was missing two fingers. His chest was severely sunken, as if he had been hit hard by a blunt weapon. Several white ribs pierced through the black and red fur, and it was obvious that he had experienced a fierce battle.

When he turned his head, the empty left eye socket almost made Donna faint.

Clayton did not spend too much time observing the battlefield. He walked quickly towards Edwards, only slowing down a beat when passing Donna and dropping a piece of blood-stained parchment.

Seeing him, the aliens even made way and did not stop him from attacking Edwards directly.

There was no such thing as a decapitation operation in Wonderland. As long as they defeated these dwarves, they could turn around and deal with it. Edwards could always stop him for a while, so there was no need to cause trouble now.

Clayton picked up a two-handed sword with many notches on the blade from the ground, waved it twice without disdain, and then stood in front of Edwards.

The gorgeous light of the fairyland shone on them from the gap, making the duel more poetic.

Seeing the werewolf who was immune to the power of demons with the help of the red-headed man Osmar standing in front of him, Edwards' Adam's apple rolled up and down once, and his voice was hoarse: "Before today, did I offend you?"

While asking questions, his hands began to pull his skin violently, trying to peel it off as soon as possible.

Clayton ignored his actions: "No, you are very good to me, but I don't like dealing with liars."

The werewolf's right claw trembled, and the two-handed sword in his hand was like a one-handed sword, directly stabbing at the chest of the black wizard.

Although the sword was blunt, its tip still had enough lethality. In the hands of a weapon expert like Clayton, it was enough to penetrate the hardest skull in the human body.

Edwards had learned Clayton's skills before. While retreating, the snake tail of the lower body suddenly wrapped around a corpse of a Morrell next to him and threw it at him.

Clayton waved his right arm in annoyance and knocked the short corpse aside.

Edwards saw his slower movements than before, and the remains of the Morrell man that rolled very close to the werewolf. His panic suddenly disappeared, and a smile climbed onto his face again.

"Haha. Hahahaha! You have become so weak! I was worried just now"

He suddenly shut up, twisted his waist violently, and the snake tail rose at a terrifying speed, slapping the werewolf's head from the side.

In such an open field, the force of the slap was no longer limited. Clayton raised his left arm, which was only half left, to block in front of him. After a terrible cracking sound, he took several steps back, and then Edwards leaned forward and stabbed with a spear.

There were weapons everywhere here, and it was effortless for Edwards to get one.

The werewolf turned over to avoid the spear, and his body quickly slid to Edwards' right side with the help of blood lubrication.

The dark wizard also swept the spear tirelessly. Compared with those young wizards, he also had requirements for his own close combat skills and was not so easily dismissed.

The werewolf did not dodge the spear. He even jumped high so that the spear could pierce his abdomen. Then he moved his feet with brute force and slammed his back against the outer protruding wall lined with shooting holes. The sound of bones and flesh bursting was very crisp.

Edwards did not have time to let go of his weapon, so he was dragged by him and his face was facing the wall.

"What are you going to do?" The dark wizard asked curiously, because this was simply meaningless self-mutilation.

The werewolf stretched out his hand, barely able to reach Edwards' chest, and his sight seemed to be looking at someone through the body in front of him.

"Give it to me."

A white light flew out from Donna's hand far behind Edwards, and instantly flew into Clayton's hand after a distance of more than ten yards.

This is a parchment with both real and illusory properties. It is spread out flat, half of it is held in Clayton's outstretched broken right claw, and the other half penetrates the black wizard's skinless left chest like a phantom.

This is the "flying parchment", and only the sender and the recipient can touch its entity.

"Edwards."

Clayton looked into the black wizard's eyes and said earnestly: "I wrote you a letter, please check it."

"He tried to kill me with this strange object?" Edwards understood what Clayton was going to do in just one tenth of a second. His active mind was simply enjoying it, but it was impossible.

There are very few witchcraft and strange objects that can directly attack the internal organs of the body. The "flying parchment" that only has the function of transmission is not included in this list, because people are born with a sacred protective layer. As long as the protective layer is still there, their bodies are regarded as an inviolable whole, and those weak strange objects and witchcraft are simply impossible

"Impossible" Edwards' face turned pale in an instant.

The impossible happened. The illusory parchment turned from virtual to real. The thin paper cut Edwards' heart and cut off all his mobility.

His head dropped naturally, and the blood-red chest where he had peeled off the skin himself came into view.

"So... my skin."

It turned out that his sacred protective layer had been destroyed by himself.

Edwards' face twisted, but then all his regrets ended with the last punch from the werewolf on his face. The half-snake body, which was no less long than the werewolf, fell backwards and fell into a pool of blood.

Hearing such a sound, Basham and the aliens all paid attention.

Seeing Edwards' body fall, the dwarf prince shouted ecstatically: "New King, come and help us!"

Clayton looked at him with complicated eyes, without any response, but stretched out his beastly right foot to step on Edwards' head, and slowly sawed it off with the blunt sword he had taken before. Edwards' skin inlaid with many exorcism stones was cut off to wrap his own head.

Clayton swung his arm and threw the head to Donna, who had consciously come down to absorb the power in the dark wizard's mind.

"What are you waiting for?!" Basham roared again. He could no longer defend against the heavy attacks of the aliens in front of him. They weighed ten times more than him, and this was not a fair fight.

The aliens ignored his shouting. Since Clayton did not intervene, they had to win as soon as possible.

Their advantage over the dwarves was very obvious, and they had rested for a long time before the battle, so they were full of energy and in good health. No one would doubt that they could end the battle in the next ten seconds.

Seeing these dwarves struggling in front of the evil creatures, Clayton leaned on his sword and sighed: "I'm sorry, but I can't help you."

Bassam could hardly believe what he heard.

"What did you say?!"

He soon understood what Clayton meant. From Clayton's mouth, he heard what he had said not long ago, but with a little more pity.

"Light them up, burn them all!"

Donna also widened her eyes in weakness. She didn't want to believe that this was what she heard.

In any case, Basham had not betrayed them yet, why did her uncle give such an order?

She was about to question it, but Clara had already moved.

In the past, the little devil could not control her own power and needed a witch to exert it, but after many times of exertion, she was already familiar with this feeling and could do the same thing without Donna.

The familiar flames ignited on the top floor of the castle for the countless times. Donna's face was covered with blood, and she stared blankly at Clayton across the flames.

"Why is this?" She suddenly thought of the things in her dream, and her mind became more and more confused.

"What did you do?!" Furious shouts came from the corner. The dwarves who had been fighting with the plate armor soldiers in the corner noticed the development here. They were so shocked and angry that their shields were loosened a little, and they were pushed away by the plate armor soldiers, so they were all torn into pieces.

Next, the plate armor soldiers rushed towards the uncle and nephew of Belle without hesitation. Clayton didn't have time to explain the purpose of his last action. He rushed to Donna, grabbed Clara who was holding Edwards' head and threw her behind his back, then suddenly jumped up, flexibly using his only limbs to climb along the cracked wall to the gap in the roof above.

This way of action is impossible for the plate armor soldiers, so they naturally cast their sights on the next target.

Donna, who was left in place, still had a piece of lung in her mouth. She held the head of the evil creature and looked woodenly at the five iron warriors who were gradually approaching. They and the five bloody swords in their hands were getting closer and closer.