Werewolf hunting rules

"Roar——"

The power in the roar seemed to divide the spirit and the body into two parts. Clayton had no fear in his heart, but his body showed a nervous reaction of extreme fear. The rushing blood suddenly slowed down, his body became sluggish, and the swings of his arms and legs became stiff.

At the same time, his eyes darkened, his vision became blurred, and he could not see the window close at hand.

He vaguely saw a figure blocking the road in his peripheral vision, and when he regained his vision, he found that it was clearly two werewolves standing there.

After receiving Opiros's order, these werewolves went all out. They did not adjust their clothes suitable for transformation in advance, but transformed at the fastest speed. The beast muscles wrapped in black fur expanded unrestrainedly, tearing the clothes on their bodies.

The animal smell and heat in the room instantly changed to a completely different level from the previous moment.

Clayton and Lavin also transformed at the same time.

With a series of howls, there were no werewolves who still maintained their human bodies in the sixth floor of the tower except Opiros.

Elder Maxim still closed his eyes and prayed, as if he couldn't see what was happening in front of him.

Three werewolves pounced on Clayton, including Lind and his daughter and another red-eyed fang, while Lavin was assigned to four opponents.

In an instant, Clayton had completed the formulation of tactics. He did not manage the two fangs, but sank his body and mercilessly hit Lydia, the weakest of the opponents.

Lydia's abdomen was hit by his shoulder, and he lifted her up and carried her on his shoulder. She stretched out her claws and scratched Clayton's back frantically, but his skin and muscles were thicker than she expected. In a short time, her claws could only barely break the skin, leaving a trail of blood.

Lind chased from behind, wanting to support his daughter.

Facing the continuous damage caused by the female wolf behind him, Clayton grabbed Lydia's furry long legs and turned around, aiming her at Lind like an armed cloak.

As a father, it was difficult for Lind to attack from this angle, and he needed to avoid accidentally hurting his daughter.

He changed his pace to maintain the blockade formation, but he didn't dare to exchange a more advantageous position with Red-Eyed Fang, because his compatriots would not show mercy to Lydia when they stood here.

So Clayton had to deal with only Red-Eyed Fang.

This werewolf looked extremely strong, with muscles from neck to shoulders connected into one piece, looking as strong as a shark, and two feet taller than Clayton. Excluding Elder Maxim, it was the largest werewolf here. And even in the werewolf form, its lower body was still wearing a pair of golden trousers, and the trouser legs were tightened at the ankles of the anti-jointed wolf legs.

"Put that girl down, and let me, the former chief of the Black Claw, Xiu Lien, be your opponent alone!"

The identity of the former chief has already shown that he is not a weak person.

If he relied on rational thinking, Clayton should never fight with such a character, but under the impetus of the growing fighting spirit, he did not hesitate to fight, and Xiu Lien was definitely not an opponent that could deal with a heavy werewolf on his back. He immediately threw Lydia to her father and focused on dealing with the strong enemy.

After catching his daughter, Linde did not move forward again. He looked at the two black strong werewolves colliding and biting each other with a complicated expression.

In just the first fight, Clayton clearly heard the sound of his arm bone breaking, but he was fearless. While biting back on the opponent's thick right arm with his fangs, the outline of his front paws was also heavily imprinted on the opponent's left chest, tearing the rubber-like tough muscles.

Xiu Lien ignored the intense pain of the flesh being cut and the bone being pierced. His claws grabbed Clayton's well-developed shoulders and chest. His beast-like legs crouched slightly to accumulate strength, and then he jumped and instantly crossed a distance of seven yards, pushing his prey into the stone wall at the end of his sight. This heavy blow immediately injured Clayton severely, and the blood spurted out dyed Xiu Lien's wolf face red, which complemented his red eyes.

This blow did not make Clayton lose his fighting power. The pain made him fierce and roared wildly.

Xiu Lien's claws nailed his upper body firmly to the wall. He used this as the starting point of his strength, and reluctantly raised his legs and curled up his abdomen. His beast-like feet kicked at Xiu Lien's abdomen fiercely.

The razor-like wolf toenails penetrated the thick fur, leaving eight deep scratches, almost cutting the unprotected abdomen of the former patriarch, and finally made him subconsciously loosen his claws holding Clayton, and retreated between Lind and his daughter, holding his abdomen.

The two werewolves who were still in good condition stepped forward at the same time, ready to fight Clayton, but Xiu Lien's claws pulled them back from behind.

"He's mine!" The strong werewolf roared loudly and happily and domineeringly.

Controlling the essence to heal the wound, just a few breaths later, the wound on Xiu Lien's abdomen had recovered to the appearance of an old wound. On the opposite side of him, the wound on Clayton's body was also healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye - the experience of the fairyland made the werewolves of the Belle family very adaptable to this healing power.

One red and one yellow, the two wolf eyes only saw each other, and the next moment, the two werewolves collided with each other again with heavy force.

As they fought fiercely, blood and black wolf hair splashed in the air, and the roars continued.

Behind them was a relatively quiet battlefield. The thinnest werewolf, Lavin, was fighting against many people alone, and the four werewolves couldn't take him down for a while - this was not because he was brave and good at fighting, but because his despicableness exceeded everyone's expectations.

When the four executioners surrounded him, Lavine actually got under the crotch of one of them, opened his mouth, bit the other's vitals and tore it hard.

Even though these werewolves have experienced hundreds of battles and are fearless, they never expected that their kind would do such a thing.

Shameless and unhygienic.

The werewolf attacked by Lavin fell down without a word, and the other executioners were all stunned. During this gap, Lavin suddenly took out a syringe and stabbed the fallen opponent, then turned around and stabbed himself. As this action ended, his body quickly swelled again and became as strong as the fallen opponent.

This was an unexpected gain on his way.

Maybe it can't save his life today, but it will definitely allow him to struggle for a while.

With a stronger body, he soon entangled with the executioners again, and it seemed that they might need one or two minutes to subdue him.

"Enough, disperse."

Seeing what Lavin did, Opiros frowned and waved his men away, and took a step forward towards the lonely Lavin. The black cloak behind him suddenly extended, sweeping towards Lavin like a flag fluttering in the wind.

Due to the ability of the Shadow Cloak, the shadow space it creates can also be used as a duel arena.

He was reluctant to do it himself, but since his father was interested in dueling with the enemy, he also had the idea of ​​fighting side by side with his father for the first time in a long time.

Just when the black silk almost completely wrapped Lavin, a hand pulled him out of the shadow. Not only did Opiros show a look of astonishment, but even Lavin himself couldn't help but look back to see his benefactor, to see who would help him in this place surrounded by enemies.

The person who saved him was of course Clayton.

Less than a minute after fighting with the former patriarch of the Black Claw Clan, Clayton was already covered in wounds, with multiple fractures, and the skin from his chest to his ribs was torn off, revealing bloody muscles and white ribs. In order to drag Lavin out of Opiros' attack range, he was hit by Xiu Lien again. Even with extraordinary recovery ability, this is definitely not easy.

Even with the fighting spirit and arrogance in his blood, Clayton Belleau realized that continuing to fight with Xiu Lien would only lead to death.

He had to save himself.

Without speaking, Clayton dragged Lavin to the window.

In order to give the former patriarch room to duel, Lind and his daughter retreated to a corner, and the werewolves who were fighting Lavin were repelled by the current patriarch. Now they had a wide road ahead.

The werewolves of the Black Claw Clan could still influence him with war roars, but he had figured out the rules and could resist a little.

The only ones who were able to stop them were Xiu Lien, who looked disappointed, and Maxim, who closed his eyes and prayed, but no matter who took action, Clayton would push Lavin out in the first place to buy time for himself.

Lavin was important to his next escape route, but it was just an insurance.

Looking at the two werewolves who fled, Opiros frowned. Although they were all sinners, he had never thought that they would help each other. Does this move mean that the Hutton family has already colluded with the Elders Council of Sasha City?

But now is not the time to think. Since the tribe leader who decided to take action did not pursue, the other werewolves also looked over at the first time, hoping to understand his opinion.

This action made them lose nearly two seconds, and Clayton and Lavin had already arrived in front of the window.

Opiros could no longer think, and he called out loudly: "Elder Maxim!"

The huge werewolf elder who had closed his eyes sighed helplessly, opened his white eyes that could not see anything, and scratched the ground with his left front paw. His sharp five fingers wrapped around a stack of white porcelain plates used to hold food, and his fingers clenched to crush the plates into pieces, and then he swung his left arm violently at the two fleeing werewolves.

The mere action of waving his arm caused a gust of wind and a shrill howl.

Many white porcelain fragments shot towards Clayton and Lavin at a speed that other werewolves could not see clearly, like shotguns.

Clayton considered the possibility of Maxim's attack, and pulled Lavin between them when Opiros called out his name, but this move had little effect.

The fragments penetrated from Lavine's back, then passed through the muscles, bones, and another layer of fur that contained the power of the curse, and hit him from the front, almost without reducing the power, and hit Clayton's torso, repeating the previous experience.

Without a wail, the seriously injured Clayton dragged Lavine's body and flipped out of the window according to inertia.

Before losing consciousness, he tried his best to cushion Lavine under his body so that he could face the water surface that seemed to become hard when hit at high speed.