The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 304 Intensified Conflicts
Louis is not sure which one is easier to deal with, the arrogant Salerans (scientific name for the pointed-eared people, the full name of the Semitic tribe) or the irritable Morel (scientific name for dwarves), but at least the Salerns are extinct, and The Morels were everywhere around him, and his interactions with them convinced him that the Morels were worse.

They were basically rude to people of other ethnic groups, and it may have been Edwards who gave them a bad impression of the Plains people.

In short, everyone except Hohomer tried to threaten Louis with force.

Splattering your brains on him is just the most boring of them all.

To talk about the source of the Dwarf's confidence against Edwards, it is simple and direct.

They discovered a new mineral during recent excavations. As long as you carry a small piece with you, you can effectively resist the power of demons - of course not all. Its effect is similar to that of the holy relics of the church. Only the holder can Active resistance can be most effective.

But this was enough. The power of the devil weakened the secret power of the blade in these Morel people, and as long as they regained their strength, it was enough to expel Edwards.

At least that's what Homer told Louis.

Lewis's mission is to inform Clayton, the king, to find ways to cooperate with their plan.
"We are your bodyguards."

Another person broke into the school grounds and interrupted Clayton's carefully designed teaching sessions for Donna.

"A talking creature?!"

The girl grabbed the sword and looked pale: "My reaction is a bit slow."

Two guards - no doubt sent by Edwards.

When the guards heard her words, they had a look of pride on their faces.

"Is this an order?" Clayton asked.

But the next moment, Donna's slash cut off two fingers of the injured guard.

"Are you still human?"

"I think I should still be considered a king."

The injured guard cast a fierce gaze on Clayton, while another guard was also ready to move behind Clayton.

All faces turned to her.

Creighton tried to intimidate them, while slowly withdrawing his weapon. The guards looked at each other, and their attacking posture was slightly restrained.

The king lowered his sword unhappily, turned to look at the servant, and was surprised by his face.

Two were angry, one was shocked.

The sound of the sword cutting through the air approached instantly. Before he could put his hand down, the king's sword pierced his hand. The tip of the sword passed through the gap between the metacarpal bones, almost cutting the palm in half, but this was Wonderland, and no one took such an injury seriously.

These two guards are very tall, almost as tall as Clayton. Their heads are bald, and the facial features on their faces are enlarged and deformed. Their positions are also very uncoordinated. They are more like a piece of cloth with facial features painted on them. bald head.

Donna was also startled when she saw their faces clearly, and the sharp sword in her hand was almost pointing at them.

"Edwards asked us to protect you. There is an accident now and it will be solved soon. But before that, you'd better go back to the castle and don't come outside."

Looking at their appearance, it was clear that they were only one step away from complete transformation.

"Perhaps this will make you more cooperative?"

One of the guards walked towards Donna and grabbed the top of her head with his rough, horny hands.

"Just do as you are told." One of the guards said arrogantly.

"Get them!" roared the wounded guard.

Clayton took a step forward and stabbed forward with the long sword again. The tip of the sword passed through the gap between the ribs and stabbed accurately into the guard's heart. However, such an injury could not stop him. He completely gave up all defenses and endured the pain of the long sword going deep. He rushed over and kept Clayton in a scuffle.

The other guard had no idea of ​​helping him and pounced on Donna.

The effects of the girl's recent training were immediately apparent.

She instinctively rolled to the side, and the sword sliced ​​through the guard's ankle.

The guard's strength and speed were far superior to hers, but because he underestimated her too much, this step left him almost no room to retreat. His legs almost kicked onto the blade of the sword by themselves.

Everyone heard the friction sound of the sword blade dragging against the bone.

He stumbled, fell behind Clayton, grabbed the werewolf's legs, and pressed on Clayton's body with his companions.

The sound of their beatings attracted the attention of some servants and civilians. They stopped outside the school grounds and watched quietly.

"It's Edwards' order!"

The shouts of the guards made some eyes disappear. Clayton also tried to use his identity as king to order servants and civilians to help him, but this identity didn't work very well.

It seems that Edwards has eliminated the will to fight in everyone, and only a few people can act aggressively with his permission.

"Guard! Guard!"

The two guardsmen shouted to the crowd as they tried to summon more men to suppress Creighton.

They did this because they could no longer suppress their king.

Under the two overlapping human bodies, Clayton's body suddenly used force to lift them apart. After standing up, black hair surged out from under the skin, turning the gorgeous clothes into a pile of rags. Once the werewolf extended its claws, it cut the throat of a guard and shut his mouth.

But even so, the determination of the two guards to capture him remained unchanged. The series of resistance made them angry. They rushed back and grabbed the werewolf's arms tightly, and then pulled back hard, trying to tear him in half.

Clayton could already feel his shoulder blades groaning.

He tried his best to tilt his body slightly to the right, retracted his anti-joint left leg to gain momentum, and then kicked it out diagonally downwards. His sharp toenails cut off two-thirds of the left guard's right ankle.

The pulling force from the left instantly weakened, and Clayton allowed the guard to continue pulling on his left hand. With the help of the guard on the right who did not relax, he jumped to the right and knocked down the enemy on the right.

Both of his arms were broken by the action, but his teeth still came in handy.

The werewolf tilted his head, facing the attack of the enemy behind him, and stabbed his teeth into the neck of the guard below him, tearing wildly until one of his teeth was embedded between the spines, and the enemy finally stopped moving.

At the same time, he also felt the enemy behind him loosen his grip.

He looked back and saw that Donna had pierced the guard's neck from behind. She grabbed the hilt of the sword and pushed it like a donkey, trying to chop off his head, while the guard grabbed the sword's piercing hole. Partially wrestled with her and even gained the upper hand.

Clayton gave him a quick slap, and his head spun and fell off his neck, causing Donna to fall backwards.

"Good job." The werewolf pulled his niece up and glanced at the people watching on the side of the school field.

The faces of these people finally showed expressions close to surprise. The fact that the king was a werewolf was not something they expected, but they did not show any hostility.

The heavily armed guards also arrived. They looked at the two guards on the ground and asked Clayton: "Your Majesty, what just happened?"

"They tried to assassinate me," Creighton said. "Don't worry about it."

These guards were not bad at martial arts, but they actually believed this statement, saluted him without question and left.

Edwards did not give them direct instructions, which may be the reason why they are not hostile to Clayton now.

Edwards takes advantage of them while also guarding against them.

But why didn't Edwards come?
Clayton was too lazy to think about it and just decided to leave this country immediately. Regardless of whether Edwards found out that he had attacked his familiar before, he should know by now that he was not an easy tamer.

He took the sword from Donna's hand and chopped off the head of another guard. Then he picked up the two heads and walked to a well next to the castle and threw them both down.

"Hey."

There was no sound of water falling into the well, but a cry of pain.

This is obviously not the sound made by the head itself.

Clayton and Donna waited in surprise for a few seconds before seeing Louis climb up from below.

The archbishop looked shabby, his shoulders and back were unnaturally hunched, as if he had just worked as a miner, and there were strange stains on his face.

Clayton pointed a black finger at his face and asked, "What's that on your face?"

"Brain," Louis said.

Then there was another noise from the well, and several ragged dwarves climbed out with pickaxes and hammers. Inside were the scarecrows Clayton had seen.

"I'm going to vomit. Why do people throw heads into the well?" they complained, and then after seeing the werewolf, they all raised their weapons and faced him nervously.

Clayton didn't move. He and Donna looked at the mouth of the well in surprise. These dwarves were not all. The dwarves were emerging from the well in a steady stream. This situation reminded them of the hunters who ambush the leatherworkers in Gevaux.

"Okay, Homemer, put down your arms. This is our new king." Louis said to the scarecrow.

"A werewolf?" Scarecrow muttered, but he still put down his weapon and walked to Clayton: "You, go and get everyone to gather in the school grounds. Remember, it's everyone."

"why?"

"Go if you are told, we are in a hurry!"

Clayton didn't like the Scarecrow's attitude, but Louis nodded to him, and he had no choice but to believe them this time.

He returned to the castle to regain his human form and changed his clothes. During this period, these dwarves followed him uneasily, watching him order the bell ringer to pass on his orders and lead everyone to the school grounds.

There are not many people in this country, but the school grounds are not big either.

In the open space, people were crowded together, and the guards and civilians looked at Clayton, waiting for him to speak.

Clayton was about to say something casually to delay, but Louis waved to him from behind the crowd. Donna also seemed to have learned something and made the same gesture in fear.

"You guys wait here for a while." Clayton said to his "people", and then left the school grounds through the crowd,

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?" He asked Lewis with a frown.

Louis was covering his ears and said nothing, but the scarecrow next to him showed a proud smile and raised a stubby finger at him.

"Let's enjoy this beautiful music."

The dwarves hiding in the shade covered their ears and looked at the school grounds eagerly.

The next moment, a deafening roar came from the ground, and a large smoke rose, blocking Clayton's vision.

When the air became clear again, the crowd in the school grounds had disappeared, leaving only a big hole in the ground.

(End of this chapter)