The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 316 Fire
After both Donna and Clayton left, Basham looked at Louis suspiciously.

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

"Yes."

"Are you all outsiders?"

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

"What does he know?"

"transport."

Bassem was silent. He turned around and walked closer to the battle line. His eyes moved rapidly in the deep sockets, not knowing 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 breathe fire and the other could bite. She had never felt so safe.

The battle on the first floor is still going on. Just as Clayton and Basham expected, the invaders who raided from the west have not yet completely occupied this area.

The dense formation that Clayton designed for the dwarves completely blocked the corridor, and they were wrestling with the invaders head-on. The dwarves were very strong, but invaders were also pouring in through the side openings, causing the fighting front line to slowly but surely move forward. Move back.

"Throw me up." Clayton ordered while dragging his bloody lungs.

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

The werewolf's head slammed against the ceiling, and the crowd was clearly visible to him. He saw that the two powerful characters who had taken off his head were blocked by the crowd and unable to move forward. The collision competition between dozens of warriors was not They can participate.

Although Edwards's new general had some tactical skills, these soldiers had poor understanding of each other and would become involved in each other after they were separated from their command.

Now is a good time to deal with those two witches.

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

The dwarf guard next to him took out a stone from somewhere and said, "Hit the woman across the street, huh?"

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

Several dwarves supported each other and stacked up. The top dwarf glanced at the team on the opposite side and waved his hand suddenly. The stones made a violent sound of breaking through the air and disappeared. Clayton heard the obvious sound of hitting the 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 whine in his throat, but then he thought of something, and the threatening sound was suddenly drowned in his throat.

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

He rose into the air again and saw that the invaders were dragging their huge dark bodies to the front as a shield in a rare act of unity. The dwarves did not hesitate at all. Their spears pierced it full of holes, but they were This wall of flesh slowly pressed back.

"Kill them! Kill them!"

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

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

None of the dwarves cared about the extra weight on their heads. They were all extraordinary beings of the Secret Blade. When gathered together, they were like rocks in the shallow sea, stubbornly resisting the impact of the waves ahead. Even if he retreats, he is very stable. The spears held side by side in his hands are as flat as the ground. Donna will not shake when she steps on them.

However, the girl herself was a little unsteady on her feet. She stumbled a few steps and threw Clara to the ceiling.

As soon as Clara's spider legs came into contact with the entity, she instantly pierced the board to fix her body, and then quickly climbed over the intruder like a real spider.

The twin witches were attracted to this unusual creature.

They stretched out their hands to point at Clara at the same time, but one of the witches suddenly became unsteady. She looked down and saw that a snake had tied her legs and ankles to the soldier next to her at some point. The soldier suddenly didn't realize it, and suddenly He raised his legs to attack and press forward, pulling her down with him.

Two invisible impacts landed on the ceiling. The impact point of one impact was far away from Clara, while the other impact broke most of her legs.

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

Within seconds, blue flames exploded from beneath their feet.

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

People who were touched by the flames either rolled on the ground or lost consciousness. The evil creatures suffered the least damage, but the moment they saw the flames, they turned around and fled towards the exit of the castle without looking back, like real wild beasts.

Illusive blue flames passed through the windows of the castle, lighting up half of the sky. A large number of evil things poured out of the castle, and even the evil things hanging on the outer walls of the castle fled back.

Seeing this scene, Edwards already understood what happened. "The spawn of Baal," he mused.

That little devil was able to exert such great power, and he also played a role in it, but now was not the time to regret it.

"Perfect" Heathru, "Eternal Champion" Cervantes, "Lord of Might" Baal, "Transcending Eternity" Kurnin, "Seizer" Aroza, "Abyss" Gretel, " The lustful demon "Ainat", each of the seven demons has his own strengths, and the one who has the deepest contact with the material world is Baal, and his power will not be weakened outside of hell.

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

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

As the debauchery progresses, one man suddenly wakes up from the interaction. He wails loudly and pushes away his temporary partner, scratching desperately at his skin.

There were many protrusions moving under his skin, coming and going erratically, like a group of snakes slithering under his skin.

Soon, more people became like him, and the comfortable moans hovering in the streets turned into miserable howls, and the protrusions merged into several places and burst out of these people's bodies. Several bloody monsters that looked like a combination of dogs and wild boars emerged from the body of the first mutated man, while the original man was left with only a flimsy piece of skin spread on the ground.

More and more people were corroded into skins, until all fifty skins were displayed on the ground, and the number of monsters emerging from the human bodies exceeded two hundred.

Under the command of Edwards, these monsters once again rushed towards the castle in droves.

"Let me see your limits."

Edwards' contemptuous eyes penetrated the wall and looked at Clara who was lying on the ground in the castle, but the latter did not show any hostility. There was only happiness in the pure destruction and curiosity about Edwards in her eyes.

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

One of the twin witches opened a barrier and protected more than a dozen people. The flames did not touch them, while her sister lay on the ground, unconscious.

"Eaah!" she shouted angrily, pointing at Donna and the dwarves.

Although she and the soldiers around her still wore clothes and could still use magic, her mind had deteriorated into a beast under Edwards' unbridled influence.

And 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 swords stepped over the dwarves' heads and spears, fought with them, and then gradually gained the upper hand with their numerical advantage.

Resisting Clara's flames consumed the witch a lot of strength. She saw that her companions were gradually being torn apart, so she turned and ran away.

Clayton yelled in Donna's arms, "Let me do it."

The girl grabbed his newly connected trachea and threw him out hard, 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 her head fell down without saying a word.

The soldiers who had dealt with the invaders rushed over, cut the enemy into pieces, and then put the bodies of Clayton and other companions back together again.

At this point, the castle is back in the hands of the rebels of this country - if the king can be considered a rebel.

Donna picks up Clara, and their connection gives her a renewed sense of the approaching new threat outside the castle.

"The second wave of the attack is approaching, but Clara needs to rest for a while," she warned.

Clara's condition is a bit sluggish. If she continues to use the inner fire to burn the enemy, she will be unable to resist Edwards.

Clayton straightened his head and neck to allow them to grow, then picked up his axe.

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

The other soldiers were also on solemn alert.

As if in response to their fighting intentions, blood-red beasts appeared in their field of vision.
Without the influence of illusion, Clayton readjusted his tactics.

The bodies of the intruders were used as shields and obstacles to block the windows, and were piled up into a low wall in the corridor. Only sixteen dwarf spearmen were left to guard behind the low wall. They did not need to use force or concentrate to stab anyone. , they only need to fix their spears and form a defense mode similar to horse-rejection to resist those red beasts.

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

Those beasts are as agile as cats and as fierce as wild boars. They come and go quietly and can slip through some gaps that humans cannot enter.

But their behavior was no more than that of beasts, and Clayton knew the tactics to defend against them.

If Edwards only has this ability, he can stay here until he dies.

As for more strategies, Clayton didn't have extra energy to think about it. He was thinking about things that would make him feel sad and regretful, and resisted the illusion attacks that Edwards might use.