Werewolf hunting rules

The friction between the outer plate armor and the chainmail underwear has been going on for a long time in the darkness.

The soldiers' long swords hit the ground, causing echoes, and the sound of Edwards' body scales rubbing against the rocks was also long and continuous.

Even with the lighting equipment brought out from the castle, they were still trapped underground. The tunnel in front of them was as complicated as cow intestines. They could only judge whether their position was closer to the ground than before by the echoes of knocking on the ground and the pit walls.

As their captive, Louis could only accompany them. A soldier pinned his head on his belt. He was treated the same as an oil lamp, which swung back and forth with the soldiers' steps and hit his face from time to time.

Before entering the fairyland, Louis was already full of pain, but it was spiritual, not physical.

The fairyland made up for this shortcoming.

He woke up at an unfortunate time. When he opened his eyes, he was already in this complex cave. The lack of lungs made him unable to ask questions. He could only silently think about how much time had passed and passively listen to the conversations of these soldiers.

They were more concerned about finding the way and rarely talked about what happened before, but Louis could still infer what happened after he was killed by Edwards.

At least Edwards didn't win.

If the dark wizard won, then these soldiers wouldn't have to find the way here.

This was good news, but it had nothing to do with Louis' current situation.

The soldiers didn't care whether Louis was eavesdropping or not. They talked to themselves, each with their own thoughts. No one could play the role of a leader. From a simple grumble to a collective quarrel, this step was repeated many times - just because they argued about where the exit was, and accusing others of wrong guesses was also a common topic in the conversation.

This was no different from Louis' previous temporary companions.

It was ironic that a group of immortals had no patience at all.

But this ridiculous journey would soon end.

Sensing the arrival of the uninvited guest, the warriors all stopped and turned around in surprise, with a pair of yellow wolf eyes emerging in the depths.

A deterrent growl came from the werewolf's sharp teeth, followed by the sound of Edwards' body falling to the ground.

Without caring about respecting their masters, the plate armor warriors dropped all the burdens and drew their weapons.

The appearance of the werewolf was unexpected. The two of them could take care of it, not to mention that there were six people here. Even if the tunnel was narrow and limited their position, the werewolf had to face two swords at the same time. They didn't know where its courage came from.

Is it its daughter?

Donna walked out from behind Clayton and stood shoulder to shoulder with him - but she was panting.

She was not a werewolf, and she had been chopped to pieces by them once before, and she didn't even cast any decent spells. They couldn't think of how these two guys would defeat themselves.

Under the gaze of so many contemptuous eyes, the werewolf picked up the long-broken mosquito slayer and cut his palm. The blood seeped into the axe handle, and the axe blade drooped slightly. He turned the axe handle so that the broken middle section was in front, but the axe blade was facing himself.

He was going to use the axe as a blunt instrument?

Edwards's warriors were stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

The werewolf's strength was enough to use blunt weapons to deform their armor and even cause damage to their bodies through shock. But the meaning of armor in the fairyland is to prevent dismemberment, and death is not a big deal.

Even if they die, as long as they are not dismembered, there are comrades next to them to contain them, and they can quickly recover and return to the battle.

They laughed happily, and even the witch's hand reaching out to them was ignored.

The werewolf did not wait for them to laugh enough before attacking. It held the axe wrapped in scarlet aura in both hands and smashed it at the nearest warrior. It also restrained the height of the axe because of the height of the tunnel. However, the warrior in front of him did not think of resisting with a long sword. He dodged sideways and the axe hit his feet, and gray stone chips flew.

The warrior who dodged the attack was proud, and suddenly realized that the oil lamp on his waist flashed because of the violent movement just now.

He immediately realized the werewolf's intention and shouted: "He wants to extinguish our lights!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the oil lamp on the waist of another warrior exploded.

Bang!

Hot oil and glass shards hit the metal armor of the companions around them, but did not cause any damage.

Sizzle—short and fast sounds were made almost at the same time.

Another person's lampshade was cut by some invisible blade, and the candle inside was also cut into two pieces.

Two lamps were destroyed in succession, and the light in the tunnel dimmed visibly.

Edwards's warriors brought limited candles and lamp oil from the castle. In order to extend the lighting time, they planned to save and only lit four lamps in total. These light sources were destroyed in half within just a few seconds of meeting the werewolf, which made them shocked and angry.

The three warriors standing in the front row agreed without any communication and no longer adopted a conservative way of fighting.

The warrior standing in the middle suddenly leaned forward and stabbed, ignoring the heavy axe that hit his head. The other two covered his wings, and the two swords slashed at the werewolf from both sides, and the fierce combined attack formation locked the monster.

The werewolf took a step back, escaping the attack range of the two two-handed swords on his left and right, allowing the sword in the middle to pierce him. He then smashed the axe down heavily, hitting the warrior in front of him on the head.

The heavy weight smashed a crater into the thick metal helmet, and the dull sound of the blow was terrifying.

The soldier under the helmet was already prepared to be knocked unconscious by this blow, but the blow felt light and weightless. He exclaimed and felt that this was an opportunity, so he swung his sword in a sweeping motion, but it missed the target and instead punched his companion next to him.

I don't know when, but the black steel two-handed sword in his hand, which had been tempered for many times, was broken and only a bare hilt was left.

The werewolf looked at the sword that penetrated his body as if it were nothing. He punched the warrior in front of him with a grin and knocked him over. Then he rushed towards the second man without fear and performed the same trick again.

Clayton's purpose was not to destroy the lighting from the beginning to the end, it was just a bait to conceal the true purpose.

In Wonderland, you can have many lives, but weapons are hard to find.

The finger-object substitution spell that Donna mastered could only be used to create a substitute to save lives, but now it has become an offensive magic that eliminates the weapons in their hands. Once they lose their weapons, these people wearing invulnerable armor are just iron cans that can be opened at any time to the werewolves.

Clayton used his body as a shield to jam their weapons before attacking the owner of the weapon.

Until the last long sword was destroyed, these warriors still didn't understand what happened, so they could only abandon everything and flee under the pursuit of werewolves.

The werewolf chased for a few steps and then stopped, lying on the ground breathing heavily. The oil lamp left by the soldiers gave off a bright yellow light in the corner. Donna could see blood gathering at the tip of the long hair on the werewolf's abdomen, a drop of it. Drops fell.

Even if you master the tactics that are enough to win, the pain will not diminish.

It trades wounds for wounds, and the body becomes riddled with holes again.

Donna could almost feel the angry Clayton inside the werewolf coming back, but in the end it didn't.

Their experiences during this period have greatly honed their ability to tolerate pain.

Clayton lay down for a while, then stood up holding on to the wall of the pit. He grabbed the sword blades protruding from his body with one hand and pulled them out one by one. The remaining penetrating wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye - Werewolf in Pan He has absorbed a lot of energy from his body, and there is no need to save at this moment.

"Are we going to catch up?" Donna looked at the direction in which those people were escaping.

"No, they are no longer a threat."

The werewolf bent down, picked up the head of his old acquaintance Louis, then reached out and grabbed the snake tail of Edwards' body, and walked in the direction from where they came. They were going back to the castle to deal with the final problem.

Adhering to the spirit of mutual aid among allies, they first resurrected the accompanying priesthood.

When Louis' head returned to its original position. He sat up and scratched his throat, his voice slightly out of tune: "Don't bring Edwards' body up there."

"What's going on?" Clayton asked.

The priest glanced at him and then turned his attention back to the half-human, half-snake corpse: "Even his soldiers know that he is a suspicious person, so I believe that if he has any secrets, he will definitely carry them with him or hide them. At the familiar, and they are now one, if there is anything we need to know."

Clayton understood what he meant: "Your suggestion is very good. We will cut his body open and examine it later. It doesn't matter if we leave it here afterwards."

Now that Edwards' demonic power has been suppressed, the current situation may not be bad. After all, leaving the two parts of Edwards's body in a similar position would be dangerous.

"I have one more thing to solve." The priest stood up and turned to look at the gap on the first floor of the castle. The castle was still filled with poisonous gas at this moment, and his body was dragged out and pieced together by Clayton, so the man could not be seen.

"Where is Chud Osmar?"

Louis' voice was still smooth and gentle, but Donna could feel that his anger was no less than that of Clayton before.

"Still in the castle, but no longer able to resist." Clayton said.

The priest nodded solemnly: "Please leave him to me now, and I will remember your kindness."

"Unfortunately, please wait a little longer. I also have something to talk to him about."

This is not the answer that should be given. Louis' eyes become fierce for the first time. Everything else doesn't matter, but there is no way he will give in on this matter.

"You want to protect him?"

The tense atmosphere was also noticed by Donna. She stood between them and tried to calm down, but no one paid attention to her.

"No, I just want to bring him to the surface." Clayton explained sincerely.

"Why is this? You'd better explain!"

Facing Louis' question, the werewolf's pupils dilated in the center of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth pulled back happily, revealing two rows of white fangs: "There is more light on the surface, so I can better torture him." Appreciate his misery.”

This was Creighton who was dominated by the curse. Donna turned to look at him in surprise, wondering why he was consumed by anger again.

The outrageous answer made Padre Lewis silent for a moment.

"I just wanted to kill him."