Werewolf hunting rules

"Is this the end?!" He still couldn't figure out what these dwarves were doing, but he could see the pit that was so huge that it swallowed hundreds of people in one breath.

Just one collapse, and all the warriors and wizards that gave him a headache were gone.

What caused this situation was obviously some kind of alchemical explosive, and the underground was full of holes to achieve this effect.

And these dwarves came out of nowhere. There were at least a hundred dwarves here cheering loudly. Clayton had never seen so many dwarves gather together since he left the army.

They were piled together, smelly and hot.

He was shocked to realize how little he knew about this country.

"How is it possible?" Although he asked this question, there was still uncontrollable joy in the eyes of the scarecrow's beard. "Edwards has not been completely solved yet. These people are only temporarily trapped underground. They may climb up later. What will happen next"

when! when! when! when!

The bronze bell used to tell the time in the center of this country was suddenly rung.

The Scarecrow's expression changed greatly, he turned around, jumped up and punched Clayton in the chest.

"Didn't you say you would call everyone over?!"

This was just to vent his anger. Without waiting for a reply, as soon as his feet landed on the ground, he and the other dwarves rushed towards the location of the hourglass.

The dwarf's strength was so great that Clayton's chest hurt and he felt as if several bones were broken, but he had no time to think about revenge, so he and Donna followed them and rushed to the center of the town.

There, two Zhongwei, who were responsible for telling the time for the whole country, stood by the hourglass and looked at them indifferently.

Without explaining anything to anyone, the bell ringer continued his work, while the other bell guard, after seeing the dwarf, took off a horn from his waist and put it in front of his mouth.

A dwarf swung the hammer in his hand at him, and the solid iron block smashed the bell guard's head in one fell swoop, but the horn hung in the air and sounded by itself, the sound was so loud that it seemed to fill the entire sky, and everyone was Covered his ears.

Woo——

The dull, hollow sound lasted for about ten seconds and then stopped.

The horn rolled on the ground a few times before Clayton recovered from the shocking loud sound.

But then another horn sounded in the sky in response.

The person blowing the horn seems to be very far away, so the sound effect is not so shocking, but the consistency of the two sounds can still be heard.

"What is that?" Clayton's ears turned as he tried to find the direction of the sound, but to no avail.

The Scarecrow chased after him and knocked down the remaining time tellers, before looking at Clayton angrily.

"Edwards really didn't tell you anything. His army is stationed outside Fangguo. Now that they hear the summons, they will rush back immediately."

"Is there an army here?"

"Nonsense! Have you ever seen a country without an army?" The Scarecrow roared again and rushed back to the castle with the other dwarves.

Inside the castle, close to the school grounds, there is the only armory in the country. Clayton also knows this, but it has always been locked.

The armory's door is very thick, and the key connections are covered with iron. It doesn't look like an entrance that can be forcibly broken through.

The team looked at the eldest dwarves shouting "Arm yourselves and prepare to fight!", but a group of dwarves together could not push open the door. The hammers and pickaxes in their hands could only hit the door extremely hard. Shallow pits.

The Scarecrow suddenly reacted and turned around to grab Clayton: "You are the king, you should know where the key to the armory is, right?"

Clayton silently stretched out a hand to point to the large pit outside the window.

The palace steward in charge of all the keys had just fallen in with the others in the cave-in.

"It's over now." A dwarf sat on the ground dejectedly, appearing even shorter.

No matter how strong they are, the equipment on hand is not enough to fight a fully armed army head-on. Without the protection of armor, they can easily be dismembered and lose the ability to continue fighting.

"No." Homemer suddenly pressed his face against the door and groped around with his short hands: "Edwards doesn't trust anyone at all. He must have left a secret door nearby. Make sure that he can't do anything without the key." If you can open this place, come and look for it.”

A group of dwarves spread out around, squatting or lying down to look for possible mechanisms under the walls and carpets.

Donna raised her head and gave Clayton a look asking for advice. He nodded, so the girl stepped forward, walked through the dwarves to the door, and used the wizard's gnosis to scan the surroundings.

"Here." She knocked on a brick on the wall beside the door: "It can be opened here."

As she spoke, she used the long sword she had used in practice as a crowbar to pry open the brick, revealing an extremely narrow hole at the back.

"That's the door for his familiar. It's really over now." The Scarecrow said sadly.

It is difficult to reach into this hole, let alone open the door. Only worms that are good at shrinking their bodies and can shuttle freely through various rock crevices can pass through here.

Donna blinked and took out a snake from the side pocket of her skirt - it was a gift from Clayton. She recited a spell in front of everyone, then closed her eyes, and the snake in her hand suddenly started to move. , rushing into the narrow hole.

After a while, the sound of mechanical operation sounded from behind the door.

The iron-clad door slowly rose, and the dwarves rushed in. Only a few of them remembered to say thank you to Donna.

There are no strange items in the armory, only ordinary armors, weapons, and shields, but this is enough for a group of dwarves with tenacious fighting spirit.

The dwarves who came early put on breastplates and armplates, carried spears and rushed out of the armory again, followed by their fellow dwarves.

Clayton also squeezed in and picked up a few sets of equipment to distribute to Louis and Donna.

Although it is a bit abrupt, they are now on the same side as these dwarves, at least until they deal with Edwards, so it is best to fight with these people to resist Edwards' army.

The dwarves rushed onto the street, and most of them gathered together to form a spear phalanx to deal with the enemies that might rush from the front and rear ends of the street.

Some dwarves climbed up to the roof, holding bows and arrows to guard against enemies that might come at any time.

Uncle Bello and Louis rode beside them.

This behavior was not very popular, but given Donna's previous actions, they were spared eviction.

Later, at Louis' urging, Scarecrow reluctantly told them the information about Edwards' army.

This is a shame for the dwarves here, as Edwards' most effective men are also dwarves.

Not all Morel people tried to resist Edwards. One-fifth of them took refuge in Edwards after the old king was transformed into a monster, either to protect their family or to have conflicts with other people of their own race. Only a few of them turned to Edwards. A few do it out of a desire for power.

But these reasons are no longer important. They have served Edwards for hundreds of years, and they deserve to die just like Edwards.

Dwarves hate betrayers.

This group of traitors made up half of Edwards's army.

The general of this army was Basham, the old king's son. He did not inherit the old king's will to resist, but completely fell to Edwards.

"Edwards needed them to conserve their strength, so he didn't use demonic power to control them, but he didn't trust them either, so he sent his troops far away."

"Then why did he form an army?" Clayton asked.

The Scarecrow stared at him: "To fight against guys like you and the residents he expelled from here before."

"In Wonderland, there are still some creatures who have ways to kill others, and Edwards got into trouble with them, so he needed an army to surround the country and was in a hurry to get out of here."

Clayton wanted to ask again, but out of the corner of his eye he suddenly saw a kite appearing in the sky.

The kite looked like it was made of a mirror, with a smooth surface, and a dwarf stood inside looking at them seriously.

The rebels also noticed the kite and started making noises.

"That's Basum's servant. He's observing this place with strange objects, which means his master is coming soon." The Scarecrow gritted his teeth. They, the laborers, had lived underground for a long time and were surrounded by supervisors, so they had no chance to come into contact with strange things. things.

When the strength of the two armies is almost the same, the information gap will be the key to determining victory or defeat.

And they lack such means.

Clayton noticed that the dwarf in the kite had a surprised expression on his face when he saw the big pit in the direction of the school field.

He suddenly felt that this might be an opportunity.

"Maybe we don't need to fight. No one wants to always listen to other people's orders. Now Edwards doesn't know where he is, and the army is in Basham's own hands. If you are willing to reveal your method of fighting the demonic power, maybe There's an opportunity to convince him to come with us against Edwards."

"Hahahahaha"

The dwarves were thrown into disarray at the suggestion, and burst into laughter.

"No way, we never compromise, don't even think about it."

"Even if you want to convince them, it's impossible. That kite can only be used to transmit images, not sounds." A more rational dwarf analyzed the feasibility of this plan and then came to the conclusion of rejection. "And even if you can transmit sounds, it's useless. In fairyland, the power of language proficiency only works face to face. If you don't know our language, you can't communicate with him at all."

But Clayton still wanted to try.

He had just learned the name Basum through conversations with these dwarves. At least the pronunciation was universal. Perhaps he could ask to meet Basum through lip reading.

Then there is communication through body language.

No matter how many countries or races there are in the world, body language will never differ much because human body structures are similar.

Clayton didn't think this attempt would necessarily fail. Perhaps Prince Bassem still had some resistance.