The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 307 Strange Army
In Wonderland, Clayton was certainly not the most adept at fighting, but he was confident that he was at the top of his game in military matters.

The weapons here are backward, and the military literacy of the dwarves is also very low, but their physical fitness is very good. If they are willing to obey orders, he will have great confidence to defend this place.

There is no death or hunger in Wonderland, and the defenders have a huge advantage.

However.
"The Morel people have the rules of the Morel people. We all remember that you helped us before, but this is not the reason why you are trying to order us." The Scarecrow said arrogantly. "As for you not even having twenty years of service experience in this world, don't show it off."

Clayton tried his best to persuade, but was still blocked by the arrogance of these Morel people.

The Morrels are older than the plainsmen, and there are many people who live to be ninety years old. In the pure Morrel country, there is no distinction between warriors and farmers.

They don't even differentiate between men and women.

But such service experience was better than nothing in Creighton's eyes.

War is a collaborative technology. Even if these dwarves are all extraordinary, but without formal regulations, the killing efficiency they can achieve purely by relying on personal bravery is far less than that of a well-disciplined army of ordinary people.

What's more, most of the weapons they found were spears used for thrusting, which could not effectively hinder the opponent's movement. The armor was also short chain armor with exposed forearms.

If Bassem's army was equipped with swords and axes that could cut off limbs, the result could be imagined.

In Wonderland, eliminating the opponent's ability to move is the highest priority.

There are two hundred dwarves, and Bassem's army has an unknown number. The larger the number, the more the officers' command skills will be tested, but these dwarves, whose qualifications are judged by the length of their beards, are still full of unfounded confidence.

This was more like deep-seated arrogance than confidence, which caused Clayton to waver in his original attitude.

Without saying anything more, Clayton took advantage of the dwarves not paying attention to him. He called Louis and Donna back to the castle, took Clara and the broken Mosquito Slayer with him, and then left quietly.

The lesson he learned in Revo taught him that he should not hesitate anymore. As long as there was a slight possibility of crisis, he should drag his family and run away.

"Are we leaving again?" Donna was a little reluctant. She wanted to stay with the dwarves for a while longer.

It's not that she suddenly fell in love with someone, but that such a big scene is really rare.

She really wanted to see a fight.

But Clayton believes that there is no need for this. A war without death will definitely be more tragic than the current world. This is still too exciting for a girl who has just learned to fight.

As for the priesthood, although he affirmed the good deeds because of the doctrine he believed in, he did not criticize Creighton for fleeing from the battlefield. After the death of his adopted son, there was a pragmatism spirit that deviated from absolute belief in his life. A sprout in my heart.

As long as the results are good, the process doesn't have to be demanding.

As it is now, since there is no death in Wonderland, he needs to take the lead in protecting himself. Only in this way can he come back to preach at any time in the future.

The three people chose a direction and accelerated their riding, trying to stay away from this country before Bassam's army arrived.

Soon, they were back in the forest.

"Are we really not going to run into them head-on?" Donna asked worriedly as she ran.

Those dwarves said that Bassem's army usually surrounded this country, so they might launch an attack from here.

Clayton's figure broke through a large bush in front to clear the way for the people behind him: "I think we should not be so unlucky. The tactics here are still very old. Even if they usually need to extend the defense line for reconnaissance needs, when it comes to attack It’s still time to adopt a dense formation.”

Those dwarves were confident of victory, so Bashem's army should not exceed them by much, probably between two hundred and four hundred people.

And this country is surrounded by forests covering an extremely vast area.

With this in mind.
"The probability of us running into the army will not exceed one in fifty." Clayton concluded, which made the other two feel somewhat reassured.

About three minutes later, the fiftieth one showed up.

An "ancient" army wearing armor appeared in front of them.

This army is composed entirely of cavalry. The riders are all wearing pierced armor and scale armor, with swords and spears attached to their saddles. They move quickly and naturally, just like the regular army. Due to the surrounding woods, it was not possible to tell how many of them there were at the moment, but there were definitely more than fifty people.

They rode their horses freely in the forest without worrying about damaging their horses' hooves.

When the cavalry saw the three people wandering in the forest, the leader whistled, and then all the horses stopped.

Clayton was not much surprised, but the other two were shocked by the consistent behavior of this army.

The leader of the cavalry was very tall. He took a few steps forward on his horse and came to Clayton. He leaned over slightly and asked, "Who are you?"

Clayton believes that his side should not be involved with this country at this moment. After all, these people do not know whether they are enemies or friends. It is best for them to adopt a neutral attitude to avoid being affected.

So he replied: "Stranger."

The cavalry leader nodded, straightened up again, and raised one hand: "Cut them."

Hearing these words, Creighton stretched out his hand to catch him, but several short javelins flew quickly from behind the cavalry leader, knocking the three strangers who had no time to react from their horses and nailing them to the ground. The cavalrymen again As they moved, they galloped, waving their long swords to cut the bodies of the three into several segments, and drove away the horses. Then the army walked away nonchalantly.

"My mistake," Clayton said as he fell to the ground.

Normally outsiders would not call themselves outsiders. That guy probably did it for this reason.

Beside him, Donna and Louis had tears in their eyes due to the pain and stimulation, and they were moaning again and again.

The fairyland protected them from death, but the pain was preserved intact, and their limbs were chopped off, unable to help each other stand up.

"But that shouldn't be Bashem's army. None of them are Morilians."

But if they were not Edwards' men, they should be Edwards' enemies, who took the opportunity to attack because they found a flaw in the defense circle.

Clayton's speculation was not evaluated at all. Neither Donna nor Louis were in the mood to think about such things. They just wanted to get their bodies back to normal.

He turned into a werewolf again. Although this form still has no limbs, he can use his extended snout to help him make simple movements, so that he can get closer to the broken arm. As long as he attaches one hand, he can free the others. Two companions.

it's a long process
When Adelaide Lux saw Clayton Bello again, the werewolf was digging the soil with its mouth, and its squirming body looked like a huge black caterpillar.

"What happened?"

Adelaide knelt down to look at these stumps and broken arms. She couldn't understand how the condition of these people could deteriorate so quickly after only spending two hours in this world.
And Priest Louis actually appeared here.

"Sorry," the Priest, accustomed to pain, said to her.

She looked away from the other party with complicated eyes, and then saw Donna's eyes red and her neck raised:

"Help me hold my hand."

Adelaide did not threaten their will. After helping them, the three of them quickly spliced ​​each other and stood in front of her again - but the sleeves and trouser legs were cut off, and the clothes looked like Just like the fishermen on the beach.

"Has there been any reply from Mr. Channing?" Clayton only cared about leaving Wonderland.

"He promises to help you and needs you to take people to the place where you just entered the fairyland and imitate what Chud Osmar did."

"Who are you taking?" Donna asked.

Adelaide didn't answer, but his eyes gave the answer - obviously he was someone who could become a "sacrifice".

"Opening the door to Wonderland requires blood sacrifices in both worlds at the same time. Will he also carry out blood sacrifices in Sasha City?" Clayton glanced at Donna. His niece's face was gradually becoming serious: "I cannot agree with such behavior. Is there any other way?"

Adelaide saw Clayton's eyes moving, and her expression suddenly became strange: "Mr. Channing knows that you may have such concerns. He said that you don't need to consider moral issues, because executing those sacrifices can be done even in the secular world." It is also legal in a moral sense.”

"Can the Presbyterians extract death row prisoners from prison?"

Clayton couldn't help but be surprised. After all, the prison was still an institution directly under the government, and the Presbyterian Church should not be able to influence it here.

Before telling the truth, Adelaide couldn't help but hesitate for a moment: "No, I heard that they are the descendants of Elder Fisher. According to Mr. Qian Ning, Elder Fisher kills a group of incompetent descendants every year. Used as ritual offerings.”

There is no precedent in Dornish law for punishing parents who kill their children, so the law has no right to intervene in such matters.

But this legal type was something none of the three had thought of.

Donna wanted to say something else, but Clayton stopped her.

"Elder Fisher is a ghoul," he said.

Sure enough, Donna didn't seem to give up completely, but she didn't refute it for the time being. She also had Louis who had the same attitude, but the latter was more accepting of this than her. When he heard that the victim was not a human being, Louis No more worries at all.

Clayton continued to discuss opening the door to Fairyland with Adelaide. In the place where they first came to Fairyland, there were countless living sacrifices, and there was no need for them to prepare anything else.

Adelaide needs to bring this news back, but before that she also needs to conduct an on-site investigation to ensure that the corresponding ritual form is safe.

Clayton followed the scent and found the escaped horse, and then several people headed towards the sacrificial site. Along the way, they were surprised to find that the horse hoof prints left by the previous team of cavalry were always in front of them, as if they had the same purpose. .

And when they realized this, the cavalry team appeared in front of them again.

In addition to the rider, there were also unconscious people on the back of each horse. They recognized them as living sacrifices at the sacrificial site through several special faces.

The cavalry leader was also very surprised to see these men who had just been torn into pieces by his own side.

He raised a hand: "Cut them."

(End of this chapter)