Werewolf hunting rules

"Yes, that's it, drop everything and run away, and then face failure in despair. Hahaha."

Even after his head was chopped off, Edwards still retained the ability to speak. His hair was held in the werewolf's mouth and swayed in the breeze on the surface.

"Shut up!" Clayton squeezed out these words through his teeth.

His only remaining right arm and legs have hooked toes, but climbing from the underground to the surface is not easy. Coupled with the fact that the previous injuries had not yet healed, he had already exhausted all his strength and was panting before reaching the ground.

Shame, unprecedented shame.

Clayton has been called cruel, arbitrary, arrogant, and many other negative titles in the past, but he has never taken it seriously. Only now does he feel the real shame.

He left Donna behind.

He had promised his parents to help Ulen, but he failed to do so. He had also sworn to Wu Lun to protect his daughter, but he failed to do so today. Even though there was almost no death in the fairyland, he felt that his heart was filled with blood and rage.

If Edwards wasn't still useful, he would have chewed up the head and swallowed it.

Even though the head had been removed, Edwards still didn't take it seriously, because even if he was defeated, it did not mean the defeat of the country.

"It's really decisive. You can see that Bassem couldn't resist those lunatics who were reasonably smart, so he simply burned them together. Seeing that the remaining soldiers couldn't defeat him, in order to escape, even his daughter Throw it away. Even if you are my enemy, I will start to admire you."

Clayton had a sullen face. Edwards saw his behavior clearly. Clayton chopped off his head, but could not kill him. There is also an evil creature, three alienators and five plate-armored warriors loyal to him. It is difficult for the dwarves to cause decisive damage to enemies as large as the evil creature. If the evil creatures are willing to withstand their attacks and deal with them wholeheartedly, Clayton, then the werewolf has no chance of winning - even if he doesn't lose an arm or an eye.

If he stayed where he was, Edwards' head would soon be taken back, and he would have to return to the surface if he wanted to stay away from those enemies.

Based on the situation at that time, it was impossible for the werewolf to take Donna with him. The weight of one person would slow down his speed.

He thought he could still save Donna after she was disintegrated, but if he was dismembered, the possibility of Donna rescuing him from those soldiers was slim.

Because of the above logic, he left his niece and ran away alone. But as long as Edwards' head is in his hands, he has not lost.

The pits of the school grounds and the pits of the castle were connected together, and the werewolf threw his head on the edge of the pit:

"I want you to order them to stop." Creighton roughly stepped on the top of Edwards' head to apply pressure. The dark wizard's ears were also stuffed with exorcism stones. He couldn't enchant anyone now.

"Your idea is good, but I won't follow it, and you don't have to try to fight them. Even if you are lucky enough to kill them all, Pan will kill you. So you might as well rest here for a while and watch how I do it. Victory, right?" Edwards felt the pressure on his head increasing, and his neck was grinding against the ground, but he still smiled: "You don't have to torture me, I can freely control my feelings, and pain has no effect on me."

Even if he only has one head, his enemies can only wait to die in despair.

Clayton moved his feet away and looked at him with an evil expression.

"Pan? Is this related to your previous ritual of summoning evil spirits?"

"You can guess as much as you like, I want to keep this surprise for you."

"You think the only thing in this world that can make people surrender is pain? Maybe you should taste a few butts before you talk to me."

"What?" Edwards suspected that he didn't hear clearly.

Clayton controlled himself and explained patiently: "That is, if you don't remove your magic, I will pull out your tongue and stuff it into the asshole of any corpse. If one is not enough, I can find more ”

"You vile thing!"

Edwards was instantly furious. He yelled and insulted Creighton's various relatives, determined to have extraordinary physical relationships with these people, and to obtain a higher position in the male pedigree of the Bello family than Creighton himself. But Clayton didn't react at all - after all, he only had one head.

"It looks like you really want to taste that ass," Clayton said.

Edwards closed his mouth and stared at him, but still did not compromise.

The new king sighed: "Let's do this, let's adopt a gentleman's solution. Everyone is a little more tolerant. You let me and my companions go, and then hand over those red-headed men to me, and I will no longer interfere with you." If you promise me, I will keep you after my matter is settled."

"You don't care about your allies anymore?"

"What kind of allies are they? Everyone has their own thoughts. They are united just to fight you. If you really fail, they will definitely try to control my daughter, because she can also control the devil. They are afraid , and want to use this power to control other people.”

Edwards' eyes were on Clayton, and he saw no trace of a lie.

"Since you are a smart man, why did you betray me in the first place?"

"I just thought you wouldn't let us go, so I wanted to contact these rebels to take action, and then we could escape during the chaos."

Clayton still didn't lie.

"So that's how it is." The black wizard immediately changed his tone and said in a friendly manner: "This is really a bit outrageous. If you want to leave, just tell me directly. Why do you do such a thing without permission? Is it because I, as the host, am incompetent that makes the guests suspicious?"

"Why not do this? If you send me back now, I will forgive you. If you want those red-headed people, I will send them to you."

Clayton shook his head. Even without the power of the devil, he had seen through the hypocrisy of the black wizard: "I said, you give me the things first, and then I will keep you. If you are really sincere, it won't take too long to finish our business."

Edwards's face changed instantly: "Then you can die!"

He closed his eyes and was completely motionless like a dead head.

Seeing his appearance, the werewolf could no longer control his emotions. With a roar, he stomped on Edwards' head and crushed half of it. Then he picked it up, tore off the lower jaw and threw it on the ground. But no tricks can make things difficult for a person who has closed all his senses.

The crisis has not been resolved. Edwards' men are mentally ill, but they are not mentally deficient. They can think of strategies on their own. Their first priority is to protect Edwards, so they will definitely come to find the head he took away. If he guessed correctly, the remaining plate armored warriors should be trying to go to the surface through the underground passage dug by the dwarves.

Edwards released poison gas in the castle, which should not have dissipated at this moment. The soldiers of this country who invaded before were not fully prepared. Even if they were repaired, they could not move immediately. Only the evil creatures could move freely in that environment.

The evil creatures can also climb up directly like werewolves, so they may try to repair the bodies of those evil creatures first.

Without the weapon at hand, Clayton cannot gain much advantage in the battle with the evil creatures.

However, Clayton had already prepared for the invaders. He had the dismembered limbs of the evil creatures cut into many pieces and piled them up randomly. Some were even thrown out of the window. Without Edwards' assistance, it was difficult for human vision to carry out this complex repair work except for the top floor. At least there was no need to worry about their troops increasing in the short term.

Maybe he could try again.

After all, it was not his goal to eliminate Edwards. He wanted those red-headed people to return to the sacrificial site to continue to be sacrificed, but those people on this side did not know this. That might be his chance.

"Do you have a way to eat him? At least disconnect him from those people." Clayton vented his anger and then asked Clara. He hoped that she could do this, so he took the risk to bring her along.

Clara climbed down from him and lay on top of Edwards' head. After a while, she stood up and regretfully turned her newly grown neck. When Edwards completely blocked his spirit, even Clara, who was also a demon, could no longer draw strength from this senior.

"What should we do now? Clara wants to go back and save her little sister." Clara looked at Clayton eagerly.

Clayton didn't expect Clara to say such a thing, which made his irritable mood stabilized a little.

"Yes, we will go to save her. But you have to get my arms and eyeballs first. I left them on the second floor in a hurry. Do you know where the second floor is?"

Clara nodded and jumped into the pit again.

The spider-like lower limbs and the two newly grown hands allow Clara to move freely in different terrains. Clayton is not worried about her safety.

What worries him now is the "Pan" in Edwards' mouth, which sounds like a tough guy.

Edwards summoned many evil spirits to pile up in the castle before, perhaps it was the method of summoning Pan. How strong that thing is, whether it can be communicated and persuaded, these are all unknown to Clayton.

Edwards is a coward, but he dared to stay on the front line to fight before, perhaps it was the confidence that Pan brought him.

Clayton looked at Edwards' head and began to think about what to do next.

Clara climbed down the rock wall like a spider. She knew nothing about the worries of the uncle and nephew of Belle. She was even a little happy. Whether they could return to the world or not, she had gained something.

Because Clayton gave her a little sister.

This was not someone else's little sister, but Clara's own little sister!

She descended through the gap at the top of the castle and returned to her original position. Donna was still there. She fell in a pile of corpses. Her head had been chopped off. Her originally beautiful face was full of tears and blood, but her eyes were fierce, and her mouth was still opening and closing silently, as if she was cursing something.

Clara crawled straight towards her. Although she had her own mission, Clayton did not stop them from talking.

Seeing Clara, Donna's eyes were still fierce, but Clara didn't care. She looked at the little witch and liked her more and more.

Now Donna has no body either, and she really looks more and more like her.

Facing that angry face, Clara opened her arms and hugged Donna tightly, leaving the latter completely stunned.

"Clara will come to take Donna away in a while. Donna, be good here and don't cry." She whispered, loosened her arms, wiped Donna's face with her hand, and then crawled away contentedly under the little witch's astonished gaze.