The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 319: The Army's Top Riders' Race
When will the attack be most effective?

There were several standard answers to that question, and Clayton knew them all.

As soon as the gate was opened, the cavalrymen rushed out of the castle like a flock of geese, and he rushed straight to Edwards' position as the vanguard. In the process, his superb riding skills won the trust of these peasant cavalrymen, who could feel that he was not an amateur.

As a result, the formation of the "geese flock" became tighter and tighter.

They rushed towards the crowd, and their uniform momentum made Edwards suspicious.

The dark wizard had no idea why these cavalrymen came, but he didn't think that such a small number of people could cause any trouble. However, with his status, there was no need for him to go up and greet them in person, so he began to retreat, allowing his other puppets to take over, and the evil creatures that withdrew from the castle also began to surround them.

The minds of these people were almost completely devoured by the demons. They stood in front of the cavalry without fear of life or death, holding their swords high.

They joined the battle temporarily, without long-handled weapons and bows and arrows, which was a good opportunity for the cavalry to charge. However, the evil creatures around them were approaching with renewed desire to attack, and Clayton was not going to charge. He turned his horse's head and led the "geese" to turn. The cavalry slid along the outer edge of the formation and left before the evil creatures approached.

At the same time, his wolf eyes swept through the crowd and saw several pairs of more lively eyes.

When Clayton first came to this country, Donna pointed out to him the other wizards that existed here, and this was his goal.

"Blue headscarf, wooden rosary, yellow pants."

He locked onto the target as quickly as possible, and the other cavalrymen, like him, pulled out the prepared javelins with ropes from their saddle bags and threw them at the targets.

There were three wizards in total. They hid in the rear and never expected that the cavalry's attack would bypass their companions in the front, so this round of attack was all successful.

Barbed javelins pierced the men's bodies, and then the cavalry used horsepower to retract the ropes and dragged them out of the crowd, triggering a series of howls.

These wizards did not receive assistance from their companions. The minds of the people were mostly unclear due to the influence of the demons, and they could not react to such an emergency at all. They could only watch them slide from the ground behind them to the front, and finally be thrown onto the horses by the cavalry. Because of the pain, these wizards could not concentrate on saving themselves.

Clayton did not linger in the fight, but immediately issued an order to retreat, and the group began to retreat with the three captured wizards.

At first no one knew what he was going to do, and no one thought he would come out of the castle, so he succeeded.

No, it's too early to talk about success now.

Although the people of this country did not pursue them, the evil creatures were as excited as hounds seeing a rabbit. They did not lose their morale because of the wizards' attack, but chased their horse team with all their limbs. They had been working underground as Edwards' supervisors for a long time, and their high intelligence allowed them to naturally develop wolf-like hunting tactics in life.

A large part of the monsters chased the cavalry directly, while the other extremely thin and agile monsters caught up and ran parallel to the cavalry, but did not attack. Their numbers were the smallest, and they just tried to squeeze and force the cavalry to turn inward.

The cavalrymen clamped their legs around the horses' bellies and increased their speed suddenly, throwing the thinner beasts away.

It took only five seconds for them to go from running parallel to only being able to touch the end of the team, but then they caught up fiercely and refused to fall behind, and the riders' horses also began to become restless due to the influence of the sediment in people's hearts.

Such a development could not help but make Edwards feel happy. He sneered and said, "Are they here to die?"

Neither Pileg nor Chud Osmar responded, which made Edwards a little dissatisfied. He looked at them and found that they were both staring at the team with narrowed eyes.

The new king noticed the monster's pursuit and took the initiative to retreat from the head of the flock, slowing down to the last position. The monster's claws almost touched his mount's buttocks.

Edwards' attention was also focused here, and he hoped that the evil creature would succeed.

However, the claw just rubbed the black horse's hindquarters without causing any damage.

The king he personally appointed was shirtless and looked like a savage, but he had an extraordinary control over speed. The cooperation between the rider and the mount was seamless, and their speed was almost consistent with the monster behind them. Even though they were very close, the monster could not touch them.

As this skilled rider changed direction, he broke away from the team and became an independent rider.

The monsters chasing after the horse team were attracted by him, and all rushed towards this seemingly easy prey. Only the weakest monsters were chasing the rest of the riders, but they didn't know that their threat was reduced to a negligible level due to the disconnection between the two parts.

The cavalrymen looked at them with contempt and threw their javelins again.
When all the Dinnon cavalry withdrew into the city, the king was the only one left on the street dealing with the numerous evil creatures. He steered his horse left and right, sometimes suddenly turning into an alley to avoid pursuit, and sometimes riding over the carts on the street leaving behind an obstacle. Even though there were evil creatures on all sides, he was not afraid, and several times he broke out of seemingly desperate encirclements, as nimbly as a swallow flying through the gaps in a fence.

After a recent adventure, he even let go of the reins and let the horse gallop on its own, while he stretched his arms toward Edwards and gave a provocative smile.

Pileg was so absorbed in watching that he didn't even notice Edwards' presence.

Edwards gritted his teeth. Those wizards were not as important as him and Peleg, so their loss did not cause any ripples in his heart. He just couldn't understand the stubborn resistance shown by Clayton and his mount. "Why wasn't his horse affected by the sediment of human heart?"

The black smoke still did not stop, and while the horses of other riders were getting restless, this peasant king was able to control the horse with ease.

Could it be that he still had some magical power that could control lower creatures? Could it be that the followers of Baal had realized some new demonic power?
Edwards' eyes widened, but Clayton was naked, and his trousers were so short that they had no pockets. He had thrown away his saddlebags in front of them to save weight, and now there was no place on either man or horse to hide anything.

He even spread his arms so that the dark wizard could see that he was carrying nothing.

It's a mockery!

"I don't know, maybe it's his own ability." Pileg said in an astonished tone.

He thought he had a complete understanding of cavalry skills, and he even amputated his legs to accommodate the horse in an attempt to make further progress. However, his horsemanship was still far inferior to that of the big new king, whose horsemanship could be described as a gift from God. He really didn't want to interrupt the king under such circumstances and just wanted to quietly enjoy the performance.

"This is impossible—" Edwards grabbed Osmar's hand and gradually exerted force. The sound of broken bones was clearly audible.

He suddenly turned to look at his captive, then seized Osmar's left hand, and another finger was set on fire.

"I want him to fall off his horse!"

After making a wish, Edwards looked at Clayton expectantly, but the latter was still riding on his horse well and even getting closer to the castle.

The gates were opened again, and the monsters wanted to give chase, but the castle defenders threw javelins and arrows from the windows and walls to force them back. They could only watch as the rider shook them off and fled back to safety.

"How could it not work?!"

As the figure disappeared, Edwards looked back at Osmar's hand again, but his fingers had not recovered.

What else could have stopped fate?

In fact, there have been three wishes that did not get the desired results. Perhaps the art of changing one's luck has become very popular in the world.

Edwards could only make such a guess, but he was unwilling to admit it in his heart, and Osmar's value had already fallen to the bottom in his heart, so he threw Osmar on the ground like throwing away garbage and no longer spent energy guarding him.

Osmar fell to the ground and groaned, curling up his body, thus covering his cramped calves.

He squinted his eyes and looked around through his eyelashes.

His habit of dressing in human clothes and pretending to be nice became an advantage at this moment. Edwards still regarded him as a human, so he did not notice his little movements.

He could have walked away now, but he had no reason to leave.
Clayton's return was welcomed by all the soldiers, and even other military commanders came down from upstairs to congratulate him.

Regardless of race, they were all amazed at Clayton's horsemanship and regarded his behavior as a rare art. Moreover, the horse under Clayton's crotch was actually unfamiliar to him, so it was even more precious that the two could cooperate with each other to achieve this.

Faced with everyone's praise, Clayton just smiled.

The tests that modern cavalrymen face in war are far greater than those faced by their ancient counterparts. Anyone who can survive on horseback amidst a hail of bullets will surely have developed exquisite riding skills.

However, his riding skills are second to none among the cavalry of the Kingdom of Dorne, and this is by no means an exaggeration.

He called the soldiers who had just gone out with him, gathered the prisoners together, and then called Donna over as well - for Clara above her.

"Clara, you can try to use their minds to recover the power you consumed before. The power that wizards can provide to demons should be higher than that of ordinary people."

After receiving the order, Clara immediately jumped off the girls' heads. She hugged one of them's head, and her spider legs slowly tightened. The joy on her face increased in proportion to the prisoner's increased pain. This action seemed to be squeezing some invisible energy out of the prisoner's mind.

The sight of a demon eating isn't very appealing, but it's undoubtedly good news.

Clara could draw on spiritual power in a similar way to Edwards, so there would be one less thing to worry about later.

They don't break down so easily.

(End of this chapter)