The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 306 Testing on the edge of danger
The tunnel overhead shook, and countless gravel fell from above.

Edwards didn't move, but not a single stone hit him.

His thief worm familiar crawled out of the collapsed secret prison with his tail wrapped around Chud Osmar, following closely behind him. He looked at the shining eyes of the dwarves behind the fork in the road around him, and suddenly felt a ridiculous feeling in his heart.

"Is this the punishment of fate for me? Is it a mistake?"

He just made a wish.

Osmar had tried his best to shrink his body, but he was still affected by the collapsed building. The hollow in his chest was slowly squirming with the help of the power of the fairyland. He coughed up a mouthful of blood foam and waved his right hand: "Perhaps you should consider your wish more carefully. You don't have many wishes left."

Edwards just lit another finger on fire just to stop those rocks from hitting him.

He only has seven fingers now.

The dark wizard glanced at his smaller and smaller hands, but the suspicion in his eyes did not dissipate.

"Why didn't my wish take effect?"

As long as Edwards falls into the trap they have prepared long ago, it will be enough to decide everything. There is no need for them to risk being corrupted and fight him now.

The dwarves were just waiting. The use of large amounts of alchemical explosives made the entire underground structure precarious. As long as they surrounded Edwards and waited for the structure above him to collapse, their companions would detonate the second batch of explosives after hearing the movement. , causing this layer to collapse to the depths.

There is more than one such evil creature. They are people who were sentenced to "death" by Edwards, and some of them were even rebels among the Morel people. They have a snake-like hind body and a human-like upper body, but they have four hands on their chests, two of which are pliers, and two of which look like chisels.

The dwarves trembled subconsciously when they heard these sounds.

The foul language used to communicate with the devil sounded out slowly, and more noises came from the corridors in all directions. It seemed that there were many bloated giant snakes scraping their bodies against the stone wall and crawling, and they were dragging something heavy at their tails. things.

Edwards glanced around indifferently, taking note of all the faces of these traitors. Since these people are besieging him here, the country on the surface may have also fallen.

When they were communicating, the dwarves did not rush up to attack them.

"I think so."

Even though Edwards was the real ruler of this country, in common sense, only the king was regarded as the owner of the country.

The Seeker is nearly invincible in the narrow passages underground, and those standing in front of it can only attack its head, whose scales are as hard as rock.

They are evil creatures called "miners" that roam freely in the tunnels. They are also called "explorers", but now they are called "the overseer's pets" by the dwarves.

Twisted snake-man creatures squeezed out from various wound-like rock crevices, fighting with the dwarves holding pickaxes and hammers.

Explorers and thief worms. Edwards loved these two creatures that were good at moving between rock cracks and tunnels. They helped him conquer these dwarves. He conquered them once in the past, and now he wants to conquer them a second time. .

But Edwards has ruled here for hundreds of years. Such common sense is not common sense only in this country. He has long regarded this country as his own, and never thought that this would lead to the country's fall.

"They are attacking me. This is straight-up rebellion!"

"Recall your wish again." Osmar looked at him sarcastically, looking at this poor guy who didn't even dare to dream of becoming a king in fairyland: "You want them to be attached to this country forever, but you Isn’t he a king? The new king of this country is a foreigner who came with me.”

He spread his arms. The thief worm's long and narrow black body wrapped around his body, and then melted like ink. His skin began to turn black, and his limbs became longer and narrower. Osmar's tail wrapped in the thief worm was completely inherited by him. , the two legs disappeared, and his current form was like a combination of a human and a snake.

The rebels have fought against these monsters more than once, and both ended in failure.

Even if using Osmar's power to fulfill a wish would lead to bad luck, it would be like a black-hearted businessman exploiting a loophole in a contract. What is happening now is completely opposite to the wish.

"digolru——milisin"

He looked at Osmar and smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes: "So my country was robbed by that beggar who doesn't know where he came from? These people are now serving him?"

They tear the miners apart at the cost of minor injuries, then swallow their bodies to prevent recovery.

The situation was changing for the better, but Edwards had no interest in continuing to watch. He found a newly cracked rock crevice above his head and got into it, dragging Osmar straight up.

Osmar's body had shrunk to the limit, as big as a seven or eight-year-old child, but compared to this passage it was still too wide. His whole body was cut open by blade-like gravel lines, and blood flowed freely.

At the same time, another finger was set on fire.

"I want the new king of this country to be unable to fulfill his wish." Edwards' cold voice was like the buzzing of an insect.

To Clayton's surprise, the dwarves found it incredible that after Clayton's lip-reading exchange, Basham actually became interested.

A dwarf servant who is closer to him appears in the screen displayed by the silver kite.

Clayton breathed a sigh of relief and made a series of body movements towards the observer in the kite.

He pointed first at the big pit, then at the castle, and shook his head. Then he pointed at the silver kite in the sky, made a lifting motion with his right hand, and let out a long sigh. He waved to the observers in the kite again, and finally opened his arms with a satisfied expression. The image in the kite flickered, and suddenly the entire kite disappeared.

The dwarf team headed by Scarecrow Homer were very surprised.

"What on earth did you say to him?" the Scarecrow asked.

Creighton answered him calmly: "I told him that now that Edwards is under attack, the huge hole is the evidence. Although Basham has retained his position of power, he is nothing more than a marionette in front of Edwards. Now there's a way for him to gain your respect again, all he has to do is cut the thread above his head and join us, and we'll have complete assurance against Edwards."

"Well, we can't think of anything like that," sighed the Scarecrow.

Although the dwarves here do not want to reconcile with Basum, if the new king really convinces Basum, then they are not unable to accept the new situation.

At worst, we'll fight later.

As for Clayton, although he was relieved, he did not completely let down his guard.

"We'll see how Basum responds next. As long as your companions haven't dealt with Edwards, the initiative will still be with him."

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Their messenger has delivered new news."

The servant responsible for observing the enemy's situation hurriedly got out of the carriage and ran towards Basum's position. The surrounding dwarf cavalry made way for him.

Bassem, a Morrel man who was so tall that he looked like a short human being, pulled the reins and stopped the donkey.

"What did he do?"

This trusted servant immediately acted out exactly what he saw. But the expressions and body movements he actually restored were not exactly like Cretton's, so Basham couldn't figure out what he wanted to express.

"What does this mean?" the prince asked another henchman next to him.

The dwarf thought for a moment, then suddenly trembled, and the beard on his face began to tremble.

This is a classic display of dwarf fear.

"Don't be afraid if you think of anything, just tell me."

"I'm afraid he's insulting you."

The dwarf knelt down half-kneeling, interpreting the meaning of Clayton's movements.

The actions of pointing at the pit and the castle successively were interpreted as: "Did you see that pit? That was what I did. Next, I will turn the castle into this. No one can resist me."

There is no doubt that this is a provocative move.

Although Bassem thought it was boring to send envoys to provoke, he had long-standing grudges with the underground people because of his attitude towards Edwards, and it was not unreasonable for them to send people to do such a thing.

"Then what does the next action mean?"

The upward pulling movement made him feel very strange. It was not like an action that ordinary people would do when provoking someone.

His cronies trembled again: "I think he means, 'You dwarf, I don't even need to find a tree to hang you, I just need to raise my hand to do it'."

There is no doubt that ordinary actions such as "opening arms" and "smiling" were also given a negative color by the underground messengers.

This kind of insult is extremely malicious and simply a heinous crime.

Bassem was silent for a moment, and an angry voice came out of his beard: "Leave this man to me later, I will skin him with my own hands!"

Scarecrow looked at Clayton in surprise.

Louis looked at Clayton with relief.

Donna looked at Clayton with adoration.

But Clayton himself, who was under the spotlight, suddenly felt less wonderful, as if a chill was floating on his back.

"I don't know why, but I always feel that the result may be different from what I imagined. Let's get ready for battle. I hope to have certain command rights."

Upon hearing the failed hypothesis, the Scarecrow's expression immediately changed:
"If you fail, you should listen to us."

Clayton took another look at the rudimentary defense arrangements of these underground dwarves and sighed: "I wish I didn't have to think about anything, but your formation is not suitable for combat at all."

I don’t know when these dwarves entered Fairyland. Their military literacy was too low. They seemed to have never fought a war and they didn’t know what defensive facilities were.

"At least, we should enter the castle to defend it. This thing was built to resist the army."