The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 320 Surprise
After solving Clara's "endurance" problem, Clayton turned his attention to the remaining problem - what use are those guys in the Dinnon team who look like Osmar?
There were more than a dozen of these short people, all with short, fine chestnut hair on their heads and faces as pink as if they were burned.

Clayton was now able to understand that this was not an individual characteristic but a unifying quality of their race, but he was still unsure whether these creatures were friends or foes.

He originally hoped to get help from these creatures - such as Osmar's ability to change his fate, but he found that they would avoid him as soon as they saw him approaching, and their eyes were very unfriendly. And this was not directed at Clayton. They seemed to hate everyone equally, including the Tinon people, which was different from other Tinon people who had awakened from a long sleep.

Although the Dinons also regarded them as part of the team, no one spoke to them, and they were left behind during the battle, making it difficult to see the relationship between them.

Clayton had previously expected that he would not get their help, but the success just now gave him more confidence, and he thought it would be safer to make the request at this moment.

So he tried to communicate with them.

The creatures still tried to stay away from him, and if forced to remain in his presence, they remained silent.

Clayton had to ask the nearby Dinnon about their origins.

From the mouths of the Dinons, he learned that these relatives of Osmar were called Red-Headed Men. They used to be messengers of God and had more prominent titles, but because they later lost the favor of God and pretended to be messengers of God to accept tribute, the messengers of the gods unanimously judged that this great sin of rebellion should make them lose all their reputation and become slaves of humans.

As for the reason why the Dinon people were unwilling to let them take up arms and fight side by side, it was very simple.

This is not a form of favoritism, but another form of contempt - people of low status are not worthy of fighting alongside true warriors.

As for Clayton's intention, the Dinnon people had no good solution. They actually tried to use the red-headed man's last inheritance from the Twin Gods of Fate, but there was no progress.

These red-headed people still believe that they are the descendants of gods and refuse to serve others. The evidence is that the grace of gods that remains in their bodies can still be used at will, and no one can force them to contribute their strength unless they themselves are willing.

But is there really no way to use them?
Clayton walked to the window and observed the people of this country who seemed to be waiting for something, while Osmar sat slumped at the back of the crowd with blood on his hands.

If it is impossible to borrow the power of the Red Head Man, then we should consume Osmar's power to make this battle fair.

Pileg sat on the eaves and kicked his legs. He was also looking at the windows of the castle. Defending the castle was not a good job for him who was active by nature. Attacking the castle was much more interesting. Moreover, there were many military experts in the castle. In this way, he would feel a greater sense of accomplishment in breaking through the castle.

He suggested to Edwards, "Perhaps we can use the Blood Lord to break into the castle. He doesn't know who is in the castle anyway. As long as we retreat with the new helpers, he will attack the people in the castle first. After he kills or takes these people away, we can come back. By then, he may be injured and weak, which will give us a chance to achieve a complete victory."

This proposal was perfect from a military point of view, but Edwards looked at him in amazement:
"You mean I want to let the enemies of one country invade my territory just to attack another group of rebels? I will never allow it!"

A country can have only a few hundred people and still be recognized by neighboring countries, but if it loses all its land, the country will be declared extinct even if all its people are still there.

He could never accept this.

And—"I can already sense Him. Pan is here."

Edwards' gaze passed through the castle and flew towards the distant forest.

If a bird were to look down from there, it would be able to see the green shadows of the trees that were closely connected to the sky swaying slightly one after another, and the thin tracks formed were spreading all the way to this country.

"It's time to attack, Peleg," he said.

Pileg stood up by holding onto the eaves, but he noticed something at the window of the castle and squinted his eyes: "Wait, it seems our new king is colluding with monkeys."

Edwards looked over as well.

At the window, Clayton affectionately put his arm around a monkey's shoulder and looked at them with confidence and arrogance, as if the god of fate was on his side.

"He convinced those red-heads to work for him?"

Edwards had tried to recruit the Red Heads before, but they were too stubborn to be convinced, and were unwilling to contribute to him even if they were tortured, so he put them back on the stakes in the open-air sacrificial field.

He thought this must be a trick by the mud-legged king to show off, but he doubted his own judgment. Recent events really made him lose confidence.

But can Clayton do what he couldn't do?

As Edwards pondered this, he realized that he did not know much about the king he had personally chosen. He only knew that he was a suspicious and cunning man, and more.

"A bitch!"

He cursed Clayton, even though he had never considered him an equal, and he didn't even ask these outsiders their names.

After venting his anger, he looked at Osmar, who already knew what he was going to do.

Since Edwards couldn't be sure what Clayton would do next by borrowing his relatives, he just had to take precautions in advance - using the power of the Monkey's Paw of Destiny to hedge.

To ensure effectiveness, three fingers were set on fire together.

Osmar could have refused, but he didn't, so he was left with only one finger - the index finger of his left hand.

"I will never forget your contribution," Edwards said deeply.

He looked already quite old, and he managed to pretend to be dignified when he was silent. But when his true nature was exposed in front of these outsiders who had retained their personalities intact, his posture could no longer remain calm, and his true inner self was even more disgusting.

Even such solemn words, when spoken by him, sounded like a promise made by a playboy to have sex with his mistress. However, Osmar accepted it like a foolish mistress.

His decision was so quick that Edwards was caught off guard, but he did not read any emotions other than "submission" and "disgust" from the red-headed man, so the situation became clear at a glance.

The prisoner surrendered completely.

"Great, we can attack." Edwards said with satisfaction.

Now was not the best time to attack, but Pileg knew the ruler's character, so he did not argue, but tried his best to do the best within his control.

All the remaining people of this country, together with the evil creatures, moved forward steadily and arrived at the gate of the castle.

They are just civilians in this country, but before entering the wonderland, they were dangerous fugitives or members of various secret societies. Even though their physical fitness has declined after being infected by demons, the fighting skills they mastered have not been lost.

If Pilege really had full control over this war, he would never sacrifice these people in exchange for the beast-like evil spirits.

But now that things have come to this, he can only accept the fact that the troop has been permanently reduced in strength.

In addition, in addition to the reinforcements Edwards claimed, the other surprise force he dispatched should have arrived at the location by now.

Four monsters climbed over the city wall, looking for the mechanism to open the gate. The defenders tried to attack them with bows and javelins. After three of them were pierced like porcupines, the last monster reached the mechanism. It stood up, carried its companion's body as a shield, grabbed the capstan with its claws and turned it. The iron gate made a harsh sound and slowly rose up.

Edwards' troops filed in through the gate.

Since the armory was in the hands of the rebels, they only had makeshift swords and no armor, and even had to use elevated candlesticks as weapons, but the deterrent power of the evil creatures accompanying the army should not be underestimated.

Clayton and several other military commanders realized the determination of this attack. They quickly collected the bodies in the corridor. Their own members were pieced together, while the enemy's bodies were either piled up as obstacles or pushed into the room to avoid affecting the battle.

Soon, both sides entered full combat status at the same time.

The pressure was once again on Clayton's side. The gap in the west wall was once again used by Edwards' army. A large number of evil creatures poured in to attack the spear formation, while human soldiers also poured in from the side windows.

They gave up the plan to attack all three floors at the same time, and instead only attacked the floor where Clayton was.

Although the offensive was more fierce, their attack method was unchanged from before, and Clayton and the soldiers he led were able to cope with it, and the battle line was deadlocked in the corridor on the first floor.

"Can we do it again?" Clayton asked Donna. In her arms, Clara had recovered her spirit.

But the witch shook her head.

"There are still many of our troops in the corridor right now. If we release the flames, we may accidentally hurt our own people. We have to wait until the right time to release the flames, just like we did last time."

Clayton nodded and began to withdraw his troops, putting more enemies into the corridor.

When Edwards' soldiers occupied most of the corridor again, the fire of the soul was rekindled, and the flames instantly filled the corridor. The enemies stopped moving in the fire, their minds burned out by the illusory temperature.

When the flames dissipated, the scene in the corridor was no different from the last time.

A large number of human bodies collapsed to the ground, and the evil creatures disappeared without a trace.

But Clayton had a bad feeling in his heart. He tried to capture this fleeting thought and analyze it, but he had no clue.

Until the next second.

The rebels first felt a slight vibration in the ground beneath their feet, followed by a loud bang, and terrible cracking sounds and devil-like cries came from under their feet. The rooms and corridors began to shake, making it difficult for people to stand steadily. Their feet seemed light and fluttery, and they even felt like they were flying.

The people who still had the energy to observe their surroundings watched in amazement as the street scene outside the window rose rapidly. Almost instantly, the light inside the castle was cut off.

The corridor on the first floor was plunged into complete darkness.

In this huge change, Donna was thrown against the wall, and then fell heavily. She felt nauseous in her internal organs and even felt uncomfortable standing. She couldn't help but put her hand to cover her mouth, only to find that her mouth and nose had become wet without her knowing, as if blood was flowing out automatically.

She was injured and couldn't see the people around her. Clara was separated from her and she couldn't help feeling scared.

Fortunately, there was a pair of yellow eyes glowing slightly.

She walked slowly over, holding onto the wall, and grabbed the long hair on the outside of the werewolf's body, finally feeling relieved.

"Kerry, what's going on outside?"

In the darkness, Clayton spoke, his voice tinged with anger: "There is no outside, we are underground now."

That's right, just now, the entire castle sank from the surface and crashed into the ground.

There is only one thing that can do this - the dwarven alchemical explosives.