Werewolf hunting rules

God has mercy on her. Donna actually wanted to get angry and condemn Clayton's betrayal, but when she buried her face in the werewolf's dark back hair, the smell of rust, hair, blood, and raw bone marrow went into her nose, making her unable to remember anything.

But at least after she vomited, she still didn't know how to face her uncle who abandoned her, which was the same as before.

"This smell is force majeure, probably stained when fighting those white monsters." Clayton explained, licking his lips, his hairy face showed no expression.

He tried to downplay the matter, but failed.

Clara echoed Donna's words: "Clayton really stinks."

"Let's not discuss this." The werewolf had to express his meaning more directly: "Now we still have a lot of things to do - such as finding a way to bring those red-headed people back to the sacrificial site - not one less."

He took them to a house on the street and sat down at the table. There was a pot burning in the earthen stove next to them, and there was a smell of meat in the house.

Edwards was cooking inside, and Clayton tried to cut off the connection between him and his men in this way, if there was any.

"Clara, what did you see when you went down before."

Clara told what she saw truthfully. The conversation between those warriors made Clayton alert, but he was not very worried about it.

"When I talked to those dwarves, they told me that the nearest exit was far away. If these soldiers knew nothing about the underground environment and just heard that the exit was nearby, it might take several hours to return to the surface."

"What should we do now?" Donna asked, her eyebrows were tightly knitted, but her mind was not on Clayton's purpose.

The werewolf sighed,

"You want to ask about the dwarves and Di Jetali, right?"

Donna nodded.

There is no way to deal with Di Jetali, but those dwarves are different, she still has hope for them.

The werewolf looked at her kindly: "Child, I told you before that we can't take care of everyone. Besides, this is a fairyland, they will not die, even the most serious injuries will be healed by time. So, just leave them alone. When the poison gas dissipates, those who wake up will decide the ending themselves. And now we have to decide our own ending."

"Isn't it too early to consider the ending of our lives now?" Donna widened her eyes.

"If we don't think about it now, we will really enter the end."

Clayton's tone became serious: "Edwards' previous ritual summoned a monster, it may arrive at any time, and it may hunt us down to take back Edwards' head. And we may have to stay here for more than a day, and we must come up with a long-term way to resist it. Because the time in the world is slower than here, the time to prepare the ritual must be longer. And in order to match the ritual in the world, we must also bring all the red-headed people who were previously sacrificed back to the sacrificial site as soon as possible, and the people of the Elders Council may not wait for us too long."

They have to do three things in one day, take all the red-headed people to the sacrificial site, avoid the pursuit of soldiers, and resist Pan.

They don't have enough time.

Donna finally understood Clayton's idea, and she accepted these "necessity of any means" remarks sullenly.

After discussion, they decided to resurrect some of their previous allies to help themselves, otherwise it would be a problem to transport the red-headed people who were unwilling to cooperate to the sacrificial site.

Clayton finally chose the dwarves, and preferably those who fought on the first floor. Those people had fought side by side with Clayton in a desperate situation. If they were saved, they would be less likely to betray than others.

Moreover, the dwarves could not run fast, and their arms were short. At the moment when most of their weapons and armor were damaged, even if the two sides were hostile, the werewolves had a certain chance to break out of the siege.

Clayton left Clara to protect Donna, and let them meditate to restore their spirits first, while he prepared to go down into the pit again and bring back the dwarf helpers he had chosen.

Not too many, but not too few.

He was not worried about encountering those plate armor soldiers. When Donna was taken away, he had no reason to turn back in the eyes of outsiders, and those soldiers also had to find an exit to the surface, and it was unlikely that they would stay where they were. It would be safer for him to go down at this time than before.

"Stay here and watch the pot. Edwards is cooking in it. Add water when the water dries up. Be careful not to burn yourself. Remember to lock the door after I go out. You can pile some sundries behind the door to prevent other pests from breaking in." He left these words to the two children and then left the house.

When only two girls were left in the room, Donna sighed with relief.

"Mom is finally out."

She turned around and saw Clara looking at her in horror: "Clayton is..."

"It's just a metaphor!" Donna interrupted Clara's strange speculation with a loud shout. Then her tone weakened slightly: "Uh, it should be this word. Um, metaphor."

The little witch herself was not sure.

She scratched her hair, thinking that maybe she should read more books.

After moving two buckets and stacking them behind the door, she returned to her seat, holding her chin and staring at Clara on the table, thinking about what the little devil had done to her before. After a few seconds, she put her hand down again, suddenly sat up straight, her face became furious, and she slammed the table.

Bang!

Clara was startled and nervously retracted her many limbs.

Donna leaned back heavily on the chair: "What a ghost! Why did I think you tempted him to be bad? He is obviously the worst one! He can find a reasonable explanation every time he does something bad, and he can convince me. If he continues like this, it will be terrible!"

"You can't say you are helpless or can't help it. Any action needs to be constrained by reason and pure nature." - This is Bracoola's doctrine.

Now Donna's behavior has almost nothing to do with this doctrine. She is basically pushed by Clayton.

"Next year is the last year. I hope Principal Fatia won't see it. I don't want to be expelled by her yet."

Donna sighed. Neither the book nor her mother told the girl how to deal with such a situation. Bracoola. It is of course wonderful to be able to learn magic there, but there is not much teaching of real life experience. When encountering real problems, if she can't find a way out by herself, she can only ask Clayton for advice.

But she felt from the bottom of her heart that what she did recently was not very just.

Brakola has only one school rule, so the punishment for violators is particularly severe.

It was difficult for her to calm down when she thought that the consequence might be expulsion. She grabbed the little devil and hugged him in her arms with worry, and scratched Clara's cheek with her fingers.

Clara didn't know what she was worried about, but she was still smiling foolishly.

Donna sat for a while. In order to divert her mood, she began to think about the strange dream before and the relationship between her father and Clayton. Clayton seemed too hurried just now, so she didn't mention it, but she had never let it go in her heart.

Their relationship and the last thing Uren mentioned were still bothering her.

About ten minutes later, she suddenly turned pale and jumped up from her seat.

"Wait, did we forget someone?!"

Clayton dived to the top floor of the sunken castle again. As he expected, the enemy did not deliberately ambush here.

The top floor of the castle was dead silent, and the plate armored soldiers who had been attacked by Clara before were also gone. They should have recovered and left with their companions.

They also took Edwards' body, which was a good thing for Clayton, as it would seriously affect the speed of their actions.

The werewolf went up the stairs to the second floor and soon saw the body of Chude Osmar.

He was affected by Edwards' magic when he fought with him before, and accidentally injured the red-headed man.

Seeing this body, hatred instantly surged into Clayton's heart. It can be said that they are inseparable from this bastard to this point, and even if Osmar chose to help him later, it was just a temporary compromise when the interests were consistent. He still wanted to kill him now.

From a rational point of view, there are many reasons to oppose this approach.

Osmar knew how to send them here, and he should also know how to send them away. And he seemed to know Edwards.

Clayton and his party spent a lot of effort to find this country, but Osmar arrived in this country earlier than them, and the process of being caught by Edwards was not even witnessed by other people in this country, which already explained some problems.

He should know some information about Edwards.

Besides, even if a person who lost his fingers and toes was extremely powerful, he would not pose any threat anymore - he could not even run faster than Donna, and the so-called blessing seemed to have been consumed.

Unless Osmar could bite everyone to death with his mouth.

Maybe he should be kept.

After thinking for a few seconds, Clayton had made up his mind to take him back for interrogation, but that was after he finished his business.

"Strange, where is Louis?"

A certain priest had been accompanying for a while and had been classified as a companion by Clayton, and he also had a lot of knowledge about heretics and monsters, which could be useful.

But Clayton searched the pile of corpses on the second floor of the castle for a while and only found the body of the priest, but the head was missing from his shoulder.

But he remembered that although the priest was lying here before, his body was intact, and he was confident that he would not remember it wrong.

Then there was only one answer.

Because the outsiders came to this country together, Edwards' men thought that Louis was very important to the werewolves. In addition, they lost Donna as a bargaining chip not long ago, so they took his head as a hostage. This may be a retaliation for the werewolves' actions.

This is not the first time that Clayton has implicated the priesthood. Even if he thinks his conscience is not very sound, he can't help but feel embarrassed at this moment.

From this point of view, the soldiers' approach is still somewhat effective.

The werewolf licked his lips with a scarlet tongue, hesitating whether to add a plan to rescue Louis.

But he soon didn't have to worry about this matter.

A familiar smell floated from behind, and the werewolf turned back in confusion, but saw the guy who was supposed to be lying on the top floor.

The tall, pale, deformed body and bald head were the characteristics of the evil creature, but he was still wrapped in a robe tailored for his special body shape. The person in front of him was clearly the mutant who looked like the evil creature before. He staggered down the steps and squeezed out of the narrow exit. His two bright red eyes looked at Clayton dimly.

Clayton didn't know why he could still stand up after being burned by the fire of the soul, and he didn't notice anything when he passed by this mutant a minute ago.

This kind of afterthought was unpleasant.

The werewolf lowered his body and stared at the mutant, but the other party did not take action immediately. There was even a kind of ignorant confusion in his eyes. The long fingers with protruding joints clasped behind his head, and his body seemed to tremble uncomfortably.

This strange behavior made Clayton feel apprehensive.

Even if he was hostile, he should have said a few words at this time. Didn't he want to know what happened later?

The mutant took two steps towards Clayton in silence, and suddenly fell forward, his body hitting the ground heavily.

The pain made him roar meaninglessly, but he soon opened his eyes wide, and a simple joy similar to a child's successful learning to walk appeared on his face.

He did not try to stand up again, but crawled on all fours.

However, the clothes on his body caused some obstacles to his current movement. He struggled to stretch his alienated arms like blades behind his back, and used this unaccustomed movement to cut and tear the clothes, returning to the open state of all creatures when they were just born.

Then, he looked at Clayton, with an expression on his face that the werewolf was very familiar with.

Pure appetite

He crawled over using his limbs, and his movements became faster and faster, becoming more and more fluent.

This is a complete transformation into a monster. Clayton felt more terrified than facing a sword. He agreed to join this country just to prevent Donna from becoming a monster. Now that Edwards can no longer cast witchcraft, the ubiquitous influence of the fairyland may appear on Donna.

No, no, no. The original state of this alien was close to that of a monster, so he lost his mind. Donna will not change as quickly as they do.

Never!

Clayton trembled and punched the top of the monster's head, and the huge force made it lie down.

Even with bare hands, it is easy for a werewolf like him to deal with a monster alone, but reality is not fair.

The other two aliens also appeared at the stairs one after another. Their faces were stiff, but their eyes revealed a clarity that was not polluted by knowledge. They looked no different from the one under Clayton's command. The reason for coming here is most likely that the instinct of the monster made them avoid the light and head towards the dark area.

The werewolf didn't hesitate, it let go of its opponent and ran away.