The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 326 Before the decisive battle

Uren—Donna was stunned when she heard the name.

Her biological father, the stranger who was closest to her, was sitting here, in her dream, across from Clayton. She looked at that face and trembled with excitement even though she had never expected it.

He was handsome and looked very similar to her, except that his face was longer and more heroic. He was not much older than her, probably less than twenty years old.

With slightly curly black hair and topaz-like eyes, he was undoubtedly a typical Bello. But his appearance was completely different from Clayton's. He had a perfect combination of fortitude and elegance. His eyes were flexible and gentle, his rosy lips were slightly upturned, and his smile gave people an absolute sense of trust, like an angel who had descended to earth. He would not look out of place even if he was painted on the wall of a church.

And Clayton was sneering at the angel.

"When people see my appearance, they usually think I am a strong and willful person. However, they don't know that there is an arrogant person beside me. Although he walks on flat ground, he hides himself skillfully because he has a great face to hide behind."

He raised his right hand and pointed at his brother's face mercilessly: "You are just as arrogant and willful as me, and even far surpass me, but you are completely unaware of it. Because of this face, everything you do goes smoothly and everyone likes you. They think you are humble and polite, but in fact it is just because you have a face that looks humble and polite, which is different from your nature. But you took this luck as your extraordinary ability, thinking that there is nothing in the world that you can't do, and you rushed for quick success, so you have fallen into this situation now!"

"I'm sorry," Uren said. He looked serious. "But when I joined the army, you signed up too. I want to know why."

"Of course it's for money! What do you think it's for? Because of love?" Clayton asked mockingly. Even Donna, who was attached to him, trembled in surprise. "The money I get from coming to the colony to sunbathe is twice as much as back home. I need to earn my own tuition. I've already given the money you gave me to Cuitis! The things that belong to you as an inheritance are yours, and I won't take them!"

"But when we were assigned to the same team, I remember you smiled very happily." Ulen pointed to the upturned corners of his mouth, as if to say that he was as happy as he is now.

"That was because I was stupid at the time—" Clayton said coldly. "I thought you could change your erratic personality in the army, but I was wrong."

Wu Lun paid no attention to his threatening tone and laughed happily:

"You're stupid and I'm arrogant, we sound like a family!"

"Can you please stop laughing? I'm not kidding!" Clayton's voice began to become soft, but anyone could hear the rage brewing in it.

"Uren! I have tolerated your existence for a long time. I am more handsome and stronger than most men in this world. Those who have only seen me admit this, but when they see you and know that you are my brother, they pity me as if I were a disabled person, even though I have not changed at all. Uren, you are too much of an eyesore for me!"

The man's brother was moved by these words, tears seemed to roll in his eyes, and his voice became low:

"I hadn't thought of such a thing."

"Of course you haven't thought about it, because you don't care at all! How arrogant you are, comparable to our queen! She can violate the chess agreement with peace of mind, while you take all the admiring eyes for granted, always looking down on us mortals. I have worked so hard to get the things that others will give you as long as you ask, just because of your face. I have had enough of this unfairness!"

After hearing this, Donna also began to feel unfair for her uncle.

But Uren is really good looking.

Clayton fell into a long gasp after a series of roars, and Uren also remained silent. The depressing atmosphere began to extend over time.

Clayton began to stand up and pace back and forth in the room. When he walked back and forth for the seventeenth time, Ullen called him. There were still some crystal tears in the corners of the young man's eyes, but he had replaced them with a straightforward, sincere and happy smile, as if he felt that all the sadness was not worth staying in his heart for too long.

But the change was too fast, and his voice didn't change, so maybe everything just now was just an act.
Donna knew that her father had once been an important member of the local drama troupe and was said to be a very good actor.

"According to the traditional script, you should have felt guilty for hurting my heart with your words just now, but you didn't apologize for the sake of face and just regretted it silently. But after I confessed my true feelings, you immediately realized your mistake and apologized to me, and in the end the two brothers reconciled." Wu Lun said lightly. He looked natural and free and easy, and it was obvious that he didn't take his brother's complaints to heart at all.

Clayton tilted his neck back and took a deep breath.

Donna heard him muttering softly: "I just can't understand what people are saying."

Uren may have his own ideas about how to bridge the gap, but even Donna can see that his approach has failed, and Clayton is not in the mood for a joke right now.

When Clayton lowered his head, he showed his attitude to his brother: "I'm sorry, I'm a tragedy lover, there is no such thing in my script, but the two brothers turned against each other, so next I will beat you until I am tired."

As he spoke, Clayton actually raised his right fist, and despite being the younger one, his wrist looked almost twice as thick as Uren's.

This was no joke, and even though Donna vaguely realized that this was a past experience, she couldn't help but worry about her father.

"Stop, stop!"

Wu Lun put down the paper and pen in his hand, raised his hands with a wry smile, and leaned back: "I regret it. You should say something happy. I might die in the next battle!"

Clayton sneered and slowly approached him:
"Your days of doing whatever you want with this face are coming to an end, and I couldn't be happier. And I might die, so I have to try to finish what I want to do before I die."

"So let me tell you something happy." Ullen shrugged, put down his hand, and spoke before Clayton could refuse: "Our dear commander Echodang is dead. He drank too much last night and accidentally fell into the river when he returned to the barracks late at night. He might have been washed away by the river. No one has found him yet."

"No wonder he hasn't come to the camp to bother me until now." Clayton said with disgust.

Uren looked at him and smiled.

"Wait, Uren?" Clayton suddenly realized something.

His brother looked at him and smiled even more brightly. It was truly a beautiful smile that could only be blessed by God.

"Yes, we might die, so we should try to finish what we want to do before we die." Uren looked at Clayton and repeated his words.

Donna was still thinking about what happened, but her dream was torn apart, and Clara's voice rang in her ears. "Donna, Clara's little sister--"

The little devil noticed that something was wrong with her condition and forcibly woke her up, speaking in a cheerful tone.

However, this action and address only annoyed Donna: "Clara, why did you wake me up?!"

She is looking at her father!

"Donna fell asleep for a minute." Clara said. She didn't care about Donna's anger because she was the eldest sister and the other was the willful little sister: "Clara thought Donna was attacked by a bad wizard."

Donna subconsciously retorted: "I didn't"

She paused, suddenly realizing what had just happened.

"Clayton was attacked by Edwards! They attacked from the bottom!"

She jumped up with a scream and ran towards the dwarf prince. She wanted to announce the news so that they would be prepared.

The other wizards in this country have been captured by Clayton and his men, and their mental power has been sucked away by the little devil. Only Edwards and Pileg can attack Clayton with witchcraft, and they are the most important existences of the enemy at this time.

That was not ordinary sleep at all. Perhaps it was the power of the devil that affected Clayton, or it could be the poison gas of the thief worm. Clayton told her the danger of that poison gas.

They were prepared for the demon's power, but the poison gas...
As the only wizard here, she had to think of a way to counter quickly.

"Is this what they rely on to deal with me?"

Edwards held a small white crystal in his palm. He had seen this kind of stone on the first floor, but the number was very rare, so he thought it was the ore residue that the dwarves accidentally brought. It was not until here that all the men of Scarecrow Homer wore such stones that he realized that this was regarded by the enemy as a weapon that could defeat him.

After testing, Edwards came to a conclusion.

They are useful, but not useful enough.

"Devil." Father Louis knelt in front of him, then put his hands hard on his neck, tightening against his physiological reaction, and his face turned purple.

His slow breathing efficiency and large body size delayed the effects of the poison gas, and Louis became the last conscious person here.

"I am not happy with your tone, you church borer." Edwards threw down the stone. "But your existence is good news. The church in this world actually allowed a weakling like you to join. It seems that the resistance to my founding a country in this world may not be that great."

Louis pinched his neck and said nothing, but Edwards talked a lot in front of him.

The dark wizard was not worried about wasting time and delaying the battle, because he solved the second layer no slower than the first layer.

Beside them, warriors in full armor and evil creatures stood by, while dwarves and denizens holding their weapons fell to the ground, their bodies twitching slightly, their eyes dull and their mouths drooling.

They all carried stones that could ward off demonic forces, but they couldn't ward off poisonous gases.

The thief worms, which originally lived in caves, are no strangers to underground tunnels. Their poisonous gas is particularly difficult to deal with in the stagnant air underground, so they are naturally suited to performing here.

The dwarves also knew this, but they were not prepared for it, because they had originally wanted to blast Edwards directly into those deep anti-demon stone piles. Even if they failed, they had not thought of hiding underground again, but decided to arrange the venue for the decisive battle on the surface with better ventilation.

They had not expected the castle to sink into the ground.

Now, the first and second floors had been dealt with quietly, and the top floor of the castle was still busy dealing with the attack from the surface, and never expected that Edwards would personally launch an attack from underground.

Even if they discovered this, they would not be able to come up with a way to deal with the poison gas and the enemies surrounding them from both sides.

Victory is in sight.

"Think about it a little more open-mindedly. You've been blocking me longer than Homar." Edwards reached out and gently pushed Louis' head, and the priest fell down stiffly.

Seeing this scene, Edwards himself felt a little regretful.

In order to reach the underground quickly, he made a wish with Osmar's finger, and the side effect of changing his fate seemed to be that the priest brought a group of people down and ran into him and attacked him. It took him less than 20 seconds to deal with them, and he didn't even need his soldiers. He accomplished such a feat alone.

Such a small price frustrates Edwards, who thinks he should have been bolder in his use of Osmar.

Unfortunately, those fingers have been used up.

"Gather these stones and let us see if Baal's followers will also be affected by them."

The soldiers in plate armor picked up the stones as ordered and stuffed them into the gaps in their neck guards.

Edwards waved his hand, and the snake's tail swayed and slid to the upper level. There was another layer of rebels that he had to suppress personally.

However, the consecutive victories have gradually numbed Edwards' mind. He forgot that his position should be in the safe rear. Now, he is in the front, which is the so-called pioneer position.