The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 322: Destroying Harmony
While escaping, Di Jetali's face began to deform. No matter what the outcome, he and his men, the Dinnon, would have to face the scarecrow Hohomer head-on, and the responsibility would all fall on the new king and his daughter.

"What agreement did you make with them?" he asked while running, pulling Donna's arm.

Donna tried her best to calm her heartbeat. Jetali had once had her limbs removed, and when his malicious intent was revealed again, the places where she had been injured began to ache again.

In this critical moment, she remembered her uncle's teachings - to make Jetali feel that she could be controlled.

"It's just some scheme to use them. You're too impatient." She said. Due to the lack of light, she sprained her ankle when stepping on the stairs, but she still endured the pain to make her voice steady and confident: "Please believe that no matter what, our goals are the only ones here that are the same. Even if we return to the human world, our work depends on your assistance and we will never betray you."

Although the Dinnon General said nothing, Donna could sense that his mood relaxed slightly.

They took her to the third floor, where Bathum was stationed.

The dwarf prince had the largest number of troops, and the plainsmen among them had followed Clayton to the first floor, so the formation here remained good, and the evil creatures that attacked from the side corridor windows were all repelled.

"Your former subordinate attacked us. He tried to detain our only hope - this little girl. What do you think?" Jetali walked calmly towards Basham, who was standing on a pile of wine barrels observing the situation. Rubble kept falling above their heads. It was the evil creature digging at the roof.

Like the second floor, this place has a wooden protruding design platform, but the attackable directions are no longer limited to the flat surface.

Bathum glanced back at them, then jumped down from the barrel.

"This is Ho-Homa. He acts on impulse and does stupid things. It's no surprise that he did anything stupid. When I protected a large number of compatriots from Edwards, he accomplished nothing and drove many people completely crazy. Now that he sees the hope of victory, he wants to be the first to taste the fruits before it is actually achieved. Humph."

He shook his head. His majestic bearded head looked a little funny on his dwarf-like body.

"The watchtowers at the four corners of the castle have all fallen. It's a mess. The strange objects used for detection have also been destroyed, but they won't be used next time." Bathum insulted Edwards and asked Donna, "Is your father's place okay?"

The girl answered honestly, "I don't think it's very good. Many people can't stand steadily and can't fight at all."

Clayton was afraid that he could not help, and Bathum sighed with regret that the previous private agreement could not take effect.

Carrara.
Even as they were talking, a hole was torn in the brick roof above their heads, allowing light from the sky to stream in, illuminating the corridor. However, in the delightful light, a huge, pale creature crawled in from the hole.

It hooked its scorpion-like tail at the entrance of the cave, and hung its body upside down. Its lifeless horizontal pupils observed the dwarf soldiers from above, as if it was counting ants.

"Damn! I have to deal with Edwards alone again!" Basham spat in the direction of the evil creature: "Where are your people?" he asked Jetali again.

The farmer spread his hands and said, "Give me some men now, and I can bring more soldiers to help you after I deal with Hohoma."

"Where can I get extra people for you? Look at this damn roof." Basham said. While they were talking, there were more and more gaps in the roof, as if there was a hole in the sky. Bricks and stones fell like rain, forcing the soldiers who looked up to pay attention to the enemy to turn their faces away.

More and more monsters and soldiers jumped down from the gaps. They smashed into the corridor one by one, splitting the dwarves' solid battle formation into several sections.

Many soldiers were still dealing with the enemies in front of them, so they were completely unprepared for attacks from behind and above, and were instantly knocked to the ground by enemies in their blind spots.

Even if they were sharp-eyed and could detect the direction of all enemies, the space available for them to maneuver was getting smaller and smaller, as the space in the corridor was limited. Unless they retreated to the room, they could make more room, but the space in the room was also limited, and even if there were ten rooms, they would not be able to accommodate all the Moril people.

What's worse is that once they choose to retreat to the room for defense, they will be truly separated. They will lose the command center and have to act on their own.

Without the advantage of collective battle formation, the disadvantages of the Morrel people would be fully exposed - since ancient times, there has been almost no dwarf who has been famous among different races for his personal bravery, and their physique is not suitable for fighting alone with tall people.

Even Donna, who had never learned military skills, realized this - the current situation was no longer a problem that could be solved by the commander's ability to strategize.

Now is the moment of the final battle.

"Edwards doesn't trust anyone. He will definitely rush to the scene in person to observe the battle situation and make sure that the situation is really under his control. That's when it's time for you to perform. You must listen carefully to my orders and not use your magic before I say you can." Bathem looked at Donna, his eyes filled with extraordinary pressure.

Jetali tapped his scabbard, as if listening to their conversation, and suddenly spoke again, still talking about his own affairs: "No, Basham, you must send someone to help me now. This is also for your own sake."

Basham frowned impatiently, but this time the farmer's reason convinced him.

"I don't think they shared the mineral that can resist the power of demons with you. Are you going to fight Edwards like this?"

Yes, the mysterious stones in the hands of the miners were only distributed to their own people. Apart from them, only Clayton got some to guard the first floor, while the armies of Dinon and Bathum had no protection from such strange objects at all.

At that time, because the focus of defense was on the first and second floors, and the number of stones was indeed limited, Bassam and Emperor Jetali had no objections. But now the focus of defense has been reversed, the third floor is the real battlefield, and they must get those magical stones!

Under Jetali's persuasion, the dwarf prince changed his mind. He asked Donna, Jetali and other farmers to stay, and gathered ten people to pass on his message. "Tell Hohom that we are in a critical situation here. He can either give us the stone or come up himself!"

After the dwarf prince's order was spoken in a rough tone, Donna saw a sinister smile on Jetali's face, and she suddenly felt a chill.

"Uncle's idea is wrong. These people can't unite in the decisive battle. I don't know if the black smoke is still affecting them." She looked at her feet anxiously, hoping that Clayton would appear by her side immediately. She couldn't feel at ease staying with these people, even if someone was protecting her.

The rebel alliance was extremely fragile, and before Edwards really got killed, they had already begun to scheme against each other.

Who would have thought that the best performer would be Bathum, who had previously obeyed Edwards!
As time went on, the battle on the third floor became more and more chaotic. Although Edwards' spell had not yet taken effect here, the dwarves were already unable to withstand the offensive of the evil creatures. These ferocious, mentally degraded beasts occupied most of the corridor with their absolute numbers and size advantages, squeezing the Morrels into a corner.

Once they gain the upper hand, they treat the smaller warriors as toys, even throwing their broken limbs at each other or even onto their comrades.

This offensive act infuriated all the Morels, who howled in rage, including Prince Bathum himself, who abandoned the witch and joined the battle, fighting by example and shouting loudly, trying his best to regroup the battle formation that was divided by the enemy, forming two parts, and then closing them together like iron felt and hammer, crushing the evil group in the middle.

Mysterious esoteric powers surged through these warriors and echoed each other.

Although the little witch could not see anything, she could feel that there was some kind of power wrapped around their bodies, weapons and shields. It was the same power that would fluctuate with their emotions, and it was stronger than the dwarves in the miners' group she saw on the first floor.

They seemed to be linked together, forming a solid wall.

After this victory, they regrouped and retreated towards the spiral staircase.

The inclined ground is not suitable for warriors to exert strength, while the smooth walls around the spiral staircase will restrict the movement of the monsters. At least there, they don't have to worry about attacks from overhead, and the narrow space is more comfortable for dwarves.

As the formation retreated, the end of Bathum's team reached the second floor, and the angry and exhausted dwarf prince finally saw Hohoma.

"Where is the stone I want?!" Basham roared. They have been fighting until now, and Hohoma's reinforcements have not appeared, and the messenger he sent has not returned either.

Seeing the obedient Di Jietali beside him, Hohoma also roared: "Shit stone! Why don't you say that the despicable Di Nong surrendered to you? He cut off my head, and you still want support? Why don't you replace your brain with mud, it will make you smarter!"

As he roared, the dwarves of the miners also united in their hatred of the enemy.

Several spears were erected, and the poor creatures skewered on them were none other than Bathum's messenger. Jetali's escape upstairs had already made the miners doubt his position, so they took absolutely severe measures against Bathum's act of forming a private alliance.

Hohom's attitude made Bassam completely furious, so he had no time to think about the grudge between Jetali and Hohom. He drew his sword.

"He chopped it off well! If he doesn't chop off your head, I will do it too!"

He roared and was about to rush towards Hohoma, and the soldiers behind him followed him, but a pair of hands grabbed him from behind and lifted him up.

Then one high note dominated everyone.

"Stop shouting, you are all idiots! Listen to me now!!!" Donna screamed in an unbearable state. She no longer cared about losing her composure. She held Bassam tightly with both hands, as if she was holding a calf that had been born after a difficult birth. The sharp voice unique to women swept across the entire second floor, shocking all the dwarves.

When everyone's eyes were looking up at Donna's beautiful face twisted by anger, she was no longer afraid because her anger had suppressed her other emotions.

She was fed up with these idiots.

"Put down your weapons now, and send a group of people out to fight your allies. We are going to attack back to the third floor. If you don't do it, I will turn you into idiots! What Edwards can do, I can do too! Otherwise, I wouldn't be here now!"

"Move now!"

Donna glared at everyone, and Clara lay on her shoulder, looking at those who looked dissatisfied like her second head.

The dwarves fell silent under such looks and threats. The little witch's position was irreplaceable, and no one was willing to try out the truth of her threats. They finally united again and repaired their troops according to the witch's requirements. The two dwarf commanders were able to sit together and discuss the next plan.

"It's amazing." Jetali said beside Donna. He looked at the girl strangely, but Donna was no longer afraid of him.

She said coldly, "If it's nothing urgent, please stay away from me. I need to concentrate on sensing Edwards's witchcraft to prevent him from attacking us secretly."

"Of course." Jetali forced a smile and walked away with his guards.

The farmers were resurrected, but his mood was worse than before. Donna's behavior reminded him that this witch was not easy to control, so her previous well-behaved behavior was obviously a pretense. Under this premise, the agreement she and Bathum talked about made him doubt again, and he needed to reconsider his next choice.

While feeling disappointed, he was also glad that he had discovered this problem early on. These Mansis people were indeed not trustworthy.