The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 175 The Warning in the Fire

Clayton had no intention of desecrating the corpse, he just wanted to return the clown to his circus companions.

It's a pity that the head of the circus didn't appreciate it. The short guy nimbly dodged his companion's corpse. His face was ugly and his chest heaved violently, thinking it was some kind of trick.

However, Clayton just stood opposite and did not continue to attack.

This gave them another hope. The animal trainer swallowed and said cautiously, "Can we still talk about peace?"

The lieutenant looked at him indifferently: "Last time, you rejected my proposal, this time it's my turn."

Werewolves don't like to cheat, and the circus people cheated them in the first place, so he has no intention of letting them go, he is just waiting for the injury to recover.

On his beastly face, the burnt flesh was slowly wriggling to grow hair, and the perforation under the ribs was gradually shrinking.

The Gilda woman saw what he was thinking and screamed.

"Help me kill this wizard first, and then deal with him together!"

The four strongest rabbits at her feet suddenly got up again and surrounded Julius, as if the coma just now was just a trap to lure him into going deep.

Seeing that Julius was in danger, Clayton waved his hand again, the long whip wrapped around the witch's neck, tightened like a noose, and pulled the woman's body down. Without the restraint of the clown, many of his actions no longer had scruples .

The rabbit, which had lost control, fell to the ground again. The wizard stabbed the dagger into those furry bodies, but the sound of clay cracking came out.

The witch was dragged towards Creighton by the whip, plowing a furrow in the wet ground.

She grabbed the whip rope wrapped around her neck and struggled vigorously.The snake stick that had been put down also came alive suddenly, and it climbed up the witch's neck, clung to the long whip and crawled towards Clayton's hand.

Clayton wasn't sure if it was poisonous and had to throw the whip away.

Once the witch was unbound, she got up with a sullen face. The animal trainer and the circus master each picked up a steel knife and rushed to attract Clayton's attention so that she could recover.

The ax blade of the Mosquito Slayer changed its target and cut towards the animal trainer. The dwarf swung the steel knife forward and blocked the handle with the gauntlet of the weapon. The ax blade stayed in front of the animal trainer's face, showing a pale Face.

The head of the circus was so strong that Clayton couldn't hold down the weapon. He kicked the dwarf in the chest and knocked it back, followed by another sweep.He noticed that the dwarf only saw the ax blade shining coldly, and neglected to protect the fortune-teller, and the animal trainer was too far behind, a large-scale swing might be able to do the job.

Seeing the huge ax coming towards her, the Gilda woman screamed again.

The fragments of the crystal ball thrown by her before suddenly flew densely from the ground and plunged into Clayton's leg.

It wasn't a serious injury, and Creighton wasn't even sure he was bleeding, but the sudden sting made him reel.

As a result, the female fortune teller was able to escape from the pursuit of the mosquito slayer, but the dwarf who had just got up was in bad luck.

He originally held up his weapon to stop Creighton's sweep, so as to create an opportunity for the animal trainer, but this attack was interfered by his companions, and the trajectory of the ax blade was a little shorter, which exceeded his expectations , and just in time to cut off one of his hands.

Feeling the fragrance of blood, the golden inscription on the blade of the Mosquito Slayer was gradually replaced by red, and the thorns protruded from the handle of the ax again and inserted into Creighton's wrist. Introduce the newly found power of flesh and blood.

The warm current and the smell of the enemy's fear made Clayton very excited, and slightly relieved the fiery hunger in his body.

He swung his giant ax again, taking advantage of the situation to attack the weak dwarf.

The animal trainer rushed forward and set up the steel knife again, trying to block the blow for his captain.

However, the weight of the blood-sucking Mosquito Slayer surged, and the strength of this blow was completely different from the attacks he received before.The steel knife in his hand was directly interrupted, and the bloodthirsty ax blade cut in from the top of his head, and with the blood sucking, its weight continued to increase, even beyond the control range of Creighton's physical strength, relying only on gravity and inertia It smoothly split the animal trainer in half.

The dwarf stood behind the poor man. Through the vertical gap, he saw not only the living and wriggling internal organs, but also the murderer's strange head full of beastly aura.

He turned his head while supporting the broken arm, wanting to confirm the safety of the other companion, but his hope was in vain.

The witch was reaching out to Clayton, as if she was going to cast another spell to save her companion, but the green-haired wizard was already standing behind her, the horned dagger pierced the woman's waist, and the face under the hood looked I can't tell how painful it is, but the tip of the dagger has protruded from the front.

In a short time, everyone died.

The circus master went mad.

He screamed and passed under the table, which was completely intact on the battlefield.

The lieutenant was about to lift the Swarm Slayer once more to deliver a fatal blow to the dwarf, but the added weight was both an advantage and a disadvantage. He couldn't pull the ax out for a moment, and could only watch the dwarf pass under the table.

However, those short legs stepped on a hole in the soil, and the appearance of this hole caused another piece of soil to collapse. A table leg sank in, and the table top tilted outwards, and the oil lamp that was still bright on it slid down the slope. The hot oil of burning flames was just poured on the dwarf's back.

There was also a lot of fuel hidden in the false body worn by the circus master before. After it was smashed by Clayton, a lot of the stock was splashed on the dwarf, and it was burning at the moment.

But he didn't seem to feel the pain, just looked ahead, and stumbled past Clayton.

"It turns out that it has already been here! It is eyeing us! You are too!"

The dwarf yelled indistinctly, hoarsely mourning as a raven mourns, and the flames burned in his hair and back.

Clayton was also awed by his momentum at the moment and did not catch up.

Of course, he didn't need to chase anymore, the circus master didn't make it into the jungle.

The short figure fell down not far away, but the flames were still burning on his pitch-black body, and the light illuminated the clearing in front of the forest, like a human-shaped torch.

Clayton looked at the corpse and felt a chill in his heart again.

It was not that he had never seen a man who went mad in battle, but the dwarf's death cry was one of malice and relief, two conflicting emotions he had never seen before, and the last words contained a curse at the same time. .

He looked at Julius, hoping that the wizard would give his own explanation for this phenomenon, but Julius didn't pay attention to it.

The wizard just clung to his target, even allowing the Gilda woman to fall in his arms to keep her from falling.

Yes, although she is dying, she is indeed alive now.

Clayton put down his ax and walked toward them empty-handed, restraining his half-beast form.

Julius's expression could be called remorse. When he saw Clayton approaching, he managed to express a little relief, but what he said was an apology.

"Sorry, I just realized how hard it is to kill someone."

"First kill?" Clayton asked him.

Julius bowed his head in silence.

Right in his arms, the dying person's heart was still beating, even at the same rhythm as his, but because of that knife, she was going to die now.

He had seen other people kill people in the elders meeting, and he had also assisted Clayton in killing people, so he always thought that killing people was a simple matter.

It wasn't until now that he pierced a person with his own hands, and felt that the warmth of this life was gradually disappearing in his hands, did he feel a kind of regret in his heart, and he was even at a loss.

Even though the other party was trying to kill him just now and was an enemy that must be eliminated, Julius still couldn't forget this cruel feeling.Their heartbeats are the same, which is almost a kind of spirituality in mysticism, but this life similar to him is about to die, and he killed it himself.

Clayton breathed a sigh of relief. He walked up to the wizard and gently took off the hood of the dying witch, revealing the painful and pale face underneath. Even if the woman in Gilda is not dead, she is not far from death. up.

He looked at it for a while, remembered this face, and then stretched out his hand and quickly broke her neck.

"This is mine," he said.

Julius looked up in astonishment and saw Clayton's back staggering towards the other tents.

"I'll go find some food, you clean up the battlefield, and we'll talk later."

This unexpected development made the wizard gradually calm down. He regained a little bit of his usual feeling, and the guilt in his heart was relieved, so he slowly laid the corpse on the ground and followed Creighton's instructions. Search for clues.

After a while, he found a strange thing here,
That was another honorable hand.

The sallow palm was hidden in the severed dummy of the circus master. Judging from its similar finger shape and palm print pattern, it should be a pair with the one Julius kept.

(End of this chapter)