Werewolf hunting rules

After Donna and Clayton left, Bathum looked at Louis suspiciously.

"Osmar? Is that the name of the man in Edwards's hand?"

"Yes."

"Are you all outsiders?"

"We were brought here by Osmar." Louis said, "and he is also our enemy."

"What can he do?"

"Transfer."

Bathum was silent. He turned and walked closer to the battle line, his eyes moving rapidly in his deep eye sockets, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Under the escort of four guards, Donna returned to the first floor of the castle through the stairs with two heads under her arms. One of the two heads could spit fire and the other could bite people. She had never felt so safe.

The battle on the first floor was still going on. As Clayton and Bathum expected, the invaders who raided from the west had not completely occupied this area.

The dense formation designed by Clayton for the dwarves completely blocked the corridor and was fighting head-on with the invaders. The dwarves were very strong, but invaders continued to pour in from the openings on the side, causing the front line of the battle to move slowly and firmly backwards.

"Throw me up." Clayton ordered with a bloody lung.

Donna didn't know what he was going to do, but she did it anyway.

The werewolf's head slammed against the ceiling. The crowd was clearly visible to him. He saw that the two powerful characters who took his head off were blocked by the crowded crowd and could not move forward. The collision competition of dozens of warriors was not something they could participate in.

Although Edwards' new general had some skills in tactics, these soldiers had poor tacit understanding with each other. Instead, they would be entangled with each other after being separated from the command.

Now is a good opportunity to deal with the two witches.

Clayton fell down again, and his long mouth opened and closed: "Those two annoying witches are still there. Can you find a way to deal with them first?"

The dwarf guard next to him took out a stone from nowhere: "Hit the woman on the opposite side, right?"

"Just the twins." Clayton glanced at the top of the dwarf's head.

Several dwarves supported each other and stacked up. The top dwarf looked at the team on the opposite side and waved his hand violently. The stone made a violent sound of breaking through the air and disappeared. Clayton heard the obvious sound of hitting flesh.

"Hit?" Donna asked expectantly.

"No." The dwarf shook his head and pointed at Clayton: "He blocked it."

This joke was not funny. Clayton made a threatening sound in his throat, but then he thought of something and the threatening sound was drowned in his throat.

"Throw me up again." He hurriedly ordered Donna.

He took off again and saw that the invaders were dragging their huge black bodies to the front as shields in a rare unity. The dwarves did not hesitate at all. Their spears pierced it with holes, but were slowly pressed back by this wall of flesh.

"Kill them! Kill them!"

Seeing his body being used like this, the werewolf couldn't help but roar.

Donna looked at the battle formation in front of her, hesitated for a moment, and jumped up with her two heads raised, stepping over the heads of the densely packed dwarves.

None of the dwarves cared about the extra weight on their heads. They were all extraordinary people of the Blade Secret. When they gathered together, they were like reefs in the shallow sea, stubbornly resisting the impact of the waves in front. Even when retreating, they were very stable. The spears held in parallel and diagonally in their hands were as flat as the ground, and Donna would not shake when she stepped on them.

The girl herself was a little unsteady. She stumbled a few steps and threw Clara to the ceiling.

As soon as Clara's spider legs touched the entity, they instantly pierced into the wooden board to fix her body, and then quickly climbed above the invader like a real spider.

The twin witches were attracted by this unusual creature.

They pointed at Clara at the same time, but one of the witches suddenly lost her balance. She looked down and saw that a snake had tied her legs and ankles together with the soldier next to her. The soldier was unaware and suddenly raised his legs to attack and press forward, pulling her down.

Two invisible impacts fell on the ceiling, one of which was far away from Clara, while the other broke most of her legs.

The human-headed spider fell from the ceiling and was drowned by the crowd.

A few seconds later, azure flames burst from under their feet.

The black smoke on the first floor of the castle was ignited as fuel. Clara's spiritual fire burned wantonly, pouring like a flood to both sides of the corridor at the same time, and the sea of ​​fire engulfed everyone.

Those touched by the flames either rolled on the ground or lost consciousness directly. The evil creatures received the least damage, but they turned around the moment they saw the flames and fled to the exit of the castle without looking back, like real beasts.

The illusory blue flames shone through the windows of the castle, illuminating half of the sky. A large number of evil creatures poured out of the castle, and even the evil creatures hanging on the castle's outer walls fled back.

Seeing this scene, Edwards already understood what happened.

"The followers of Baal" he pondered.

That little demon was able to exert such a great power, and he also contributed to it, but now is not the time to regret.

"The Perfect One" Heath, "Eternal Champion" Cervantes, "Lord of Power" Baal, "Beyond Eternity" Kurning, "Taker" Yaroza, "Abyss" Gretel, "Debauched Demon God" Ainat, the seven demon lords each have their own strengths, and the one who has the deepest touch on the material world is Baal, and his power will not be weakened outside of hell.

But correspondingly, Baal's power is also more easily consumed by material interference.

"Fifty people." Edwards said, raising one hand. Behind him, fifty people in the reserve team who did not participate in the attack immediately felt a spiritual call. They took off their clothes and hugged and kissed each other shamelessly on the street, with undisguised desire on their faces.

As the lewd behavior continued, a man suddenly woke up from this interaction. He wailed loudly and pushed away his temporary partner, scratching his skin desperately.

Under his skin, many protrusions were moving, coming and going, as if a group of snakes were swimming under his skin.

Soon, more people became like him. The comfortable moans hovering on the street turned into miserable howls, and the protrusions merged into several places and broke out from the bodies of these people. Several bloody monsters that looked like a combination of dogs and wild boars drilled out of the body of the first mutated man, and the original man was left with only a light skin on the ground.

More and more people were eroded into skin, until fifty skins were all displayed on the ground, and the number of monsters that drilled out of the human body exceeded two hundred.

Under Edwards' command, these monsters rushed to the castle again in groups.

"Let me see your limits."

Edwards' contemptuous eyes penetrated the wall and met with Clara who was lying on the ground in the castle, but the latter did not show any hostility. In her eyes, there was only the joy of pure destruction and curiosity about Edwards.

When the flames gradually dissipated, several people among the many collapsed bodies were still holding on.

One of the twin witches opened the barrier to protect more than a dozen people. The flames did not touch them, and her sister lay on the ground and lost consciousness.

"Ah!" She pointed at Donna and the dwarves and shouted angrily.

Although she and the soldiers around her were still wearing clothes and could still use magic, her mind had degenerated into that of a beast under Edwards' unscrupulous influence.

Even if she could still speak human language, Donna didn't think she could solve the problem through communication at this time.

Donna's actions set an example in the eyes of the defenders. The plainsmen with long swords stepped over the heads and spears of the dwarves and fought with them, and then gradually gained the upper hand with their numerical advantage.

The witch consumed a lot of strength to resist Clara's fire. She saw her companions being torn apart, so she turned and fled.

Clayton shouted in Donna's arms: "Let me do it."

The girl grabbed his newly connected trachea and threw him out with force, hitting the witch in the back of the head.

The werewolf's two rows of fangs pierced the woman's skull and tore off half of her head.

The woman who lost half of her head fell down without a sound.

The soldiers who had dealt with the invaders rushed over, dismembered the enemy, and then reassembled the bodies of Clayton and his companions.

At this point, the castle returned to the hands of the rebels of this country - if the king was considered a rebel.

Donna picked up Clara, and the connection between them made her feel the new threat outside the castle approaching again.

"The second wave of attacks is approaching, but Clara needs to rest for a while." She warned.

Clara's condition was a little depressed. If she continued to use the fire of the soul to burn the enemy, she would have no ability to resist Edwards.

Clayton straightened his head and neck so that they could grow well, and then took his axe.

"You all go to the back, this time it's up to us."

The other soldiers were also solemnly on guard.

As if in response to their fighting spirit, the blood-red beasts appeared in their field of vision.

Without the influence of the illusion, Clayton readjusted his tactics.

The bodies of the invaders were used as shields and obstacles to block the windows, and a low wall was piled up in the corridor. Only sixteen dwarf spearmen were left to guard behind the low wall. They did not need to use force or concentrate on stabbing anyone. They only needed to fix their spears and form a defense mode similar to a barricade to resist the red beasts.

The warriors carrying short weapons were on guard behind these spearmen and at the empty windows, dividing the beasts that jumped over the obstacles and thought they could sneak attack into several sections.

Those beasts were as agile as cats and as fierce as wild boars. They came and went silently and could also drill through gaps that people could not enter.

But their way of action did not exceed the scope of beasts. Clayton was well aware of the tactics to resist them.

If Edwards only had this ability, he could stay here until he died.

As for more strategies, Clayton did not have the extra energy to think about them. He was thinking about things that would make him feel sad and regretful, and resisting the illusion attacks that Edwards might use.