The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 333 Second Choice
Clayton was just thankful that he reacted quickly enough so that he wasn't surrounded by the three evil creatures.

When he ran for a distance and was out of the monster's sight, the footsteps behind him were still chasing him, but not as fast as before.

Clayton had long been a trainer of quadrupeds, and now he was one of them himself. His rich experience allowed him to guess their minds just by listening to the sound of their footsteps.

Hesitation and curiosity, these are the messages conveyed by the evil creature's footsteps.

They seemed to have lost their memories of their previous lives and were quite unfamiliar with the environment of the castle, which led to this situation.

At this speed, they couldn't catch up with the werewolf, but they cut off the werewolf's original retreat. He could only choose to leave the castle, just like those plate armored warriors. However, the werewolf had an advantage over them, that is, he was in the same group with the dwarves, which was equivalent to mastering the living map, so he didn't have to worry about those people returning to the surface earlier than him.

Clayton looked at the bodies piled up in the corridor. The plate armored warrior who had been controlled by him with suffocation also disappeared from the ground, which meant that the enemy's strength had increased.

He also needed more helpers to fight the enemy. The dwarves who had fought alongside him were still lying in the gap on the west side of the corridor. They had not woken up due to the effects of the poison gas. He quickened his pace and ran there, but a weak voice came from under his feet:

"Take me with you, please"

With a hole in his abdomen, Pileg reached out his hand to the murderer.

Clayton frowned. This could be a trap.

"They didn't take you?"

This was the only way out of the castle, and there was no way those plate-armored warriors could fail to find him.

Pileg covered the wound on his abdomen and shook his head.

The werewolf hesitated for a few seconds, then reached out and grabbed him under his armpits, grabbed three more dwarves, and rushed out of the castle in one breath.

Osmar can no longer be relied upon, but Peleg might be a possible substitute. Although he is a wizard, Clayton has never found him capable of threatening him.

Clayton knew that his judgment of wizards' abilities might not be very high, but he believed in Edwards. Since Edwards dared to keep Peleg close to him after returning his sanity, Peleg was probably not aggressive.

He led these guys out of the gap in the wall on the west side of the corridor and chose a different path from those plate armored warriors based on their sense of smell.

After the sound of the evil creature disappeared, he continued to run.

There was no light in the tunnel, and the werewolf could only judge the environment by smell, but he did not feel depressed, as darkness was also a protective color for the werewolf.

After making sure that the evil creatures couldn't hear his voice, he continued to ask Pileg: "Why did they leave you behind?"

Pileg asked dully, "Do you respect me?"

This question was so puzzling that Clayton began to wonder whether "answering the question" itself was a condition for the activation of witchcraft.

Pileg didn't wait for an answer, but he didn't care. He asked again: "You think I have no ability to hurt you because you can knock me down with one punch, right?"

The werewolf's pace slowed.

This might be a threat, Clayton thought, and began to plan how to deal with Pileg.

"Don't be nervous. I mean, they think so too." Pileg felt the muscles under the werewolf's hair tightening quickly, and said with a wry smile: "It's common for warriors to look down on people with weak bodies. I'm used to it."

The wizard revealed his embarrassment: "I have learned some basic military theories, so I can serve as a commander, but I have never been on the battlefield. Those warriors don't like me because of this and think that I am not their kind. They usually only obey Edwards' orders, and today's incident was a coincidence. Seeing that I was defeated and Edwards did not issue new orders, those wandering knights were unwilling to take me with them anymore."

The bitterness in his tone was genuine, and the fact that Pilegg had been demoted to a waiter by Edwards before that made the statement seem real.

"Are you a noble?" Clayton asked thoughtfully.

Hundreds of years ago, not everyone could learn military skills.

Pileg immediately uttered a long name that was so obscure and difficult to pronounce that Clayton felt he might not be able to remember it even after hearing it three times.

Just hearing his full name, Clayton was already a little irritable, but the wizard was not aware of it. In order to convince Clayton that he was trustworthy, he kept chattering about his own strengths.

Simple animal communication - he relies on this to ride horses, but his level is not even as good as Donna's.

Telekinesis - about the weight of a carrot.

Making an amulet that warns of danger - requires oak, apple cores, and weasel hair (none of which are nearby).

Peleg achieved his goal. The more he talked, the more Clayton trusted him. After all, such an incompetent wizard was rare, and all his attainments in mysticism were not as useful as his military level.

However, his appearance made Clayton think more highly of his niece. The werewolf had previously thought that she had only been learning for a short time and was one of the worst wizards.

For some reason, Peleg's tone was more flattering than when they first met, which made Clayton feel strange. He didn't want to let Peleg speak on his own, so he went straight to the point and asked about those who were about to degenerate into evil creatures.

He was impressed by their resistance to the inner fire, and their sanity was completely preserved compared to others.

Pileg answered this question, but the answer was quite different from what Clayton had imagined. The reason Edwards preserved their sanity was not a favor, but coercion.

Those alienated people entered the wonderland much earlier than Pileg, perhaps even earlier than Edwards, and they were also Edwards's initial reliance on conquering this country.

These people once belonged to a heretical sect called the Angel Sect. They madly worshipped evil creatures and believed that the relationship between humans and evil creatures was equivalent to that between pupae and adults. Therefore, they were obsessed with seeking extreme desires and also liked to associate with demons.

It is said that the reason they entered the fairyland was to use the influence of the fairyland to transform themselves.

Edwards' method of controlling them was to block the degenerate influence of Wonderland on them, keeping them in the final stage and unable to achieve their goal.

Pileg speculated that the reason Clara's spiritual fire did not destroy them was because their spiritual appearance was still covered with the magical protective layer set by Edwards. When the protective layer was burned off, their spirits were not damaged, and at the same time they ushered in the long-awaited transformation, and became what Clayton had seen before.

This incident amazed Clayton. He never expected that the protective magic he longed for would become a means of forcing others to submit.

The dwarf's tunnel was dark and narrow, and no one knew where it ended. As he walked through it, it was natural for him to want to talk to someone.

So without any pause he went on to ask Peleg about Pan.

Pileg was silent for a moment, not as fluent as he was when talking about the Angel Order.

Pan is an intelligent creature born purely from nature, often appearing in the woods, and not social. But it is not quite appropriate to call it an animal. Because their power is too strong, their wisdom is enough to master human language, and they are not cursed, the church does not recognize them as natural creatures, and simply classifies them as a kind of alien god in heresy worship.

From a natural standpoint, it should be more closely associated with druids, but demon worshippers also often sacrifice to Pan.

Pan would sometimes attack lone women and take them back to his lair to reproduce his own offspring. If there were other female animals around, he would not let them go. If there was news of pregnant cattle or sheep giving birth to fetuses with deformed bodies on any ranch, it was most likely that Pan had visited.

It is said that it was because of this habit that the lustful demon lord Ainat chose Pan as his mortal body. The Coven adopted this image as its symbol, and the Pans are proud of it.

It was probably through this relationship that Edwards, who also worshipped Einate, acquired the ritual for summoning them.

However, this was all that Peleg knew about Pan. This was the first time Edwards summoned Pan in front of him. Because the ritual was too laborious, even if the entire country was dedicated, he could only summon Pan three times. Even this time, it was because Edwards was angry and irrational.

Pileg explained in the darkness: "The red-headed man misled Edwards when he made a wish. He thought his wrong wish would lead to a change of ownership of this country, and the conclusion he drew was that the dwarves would rebel collectively. And Hohomer had caused him a lot of trouble before, so he didn't have the extra patience to deal with the dwarves, so he planned to get rid of them all at once."

"Then Osmar really did a good thing!" Clayton praised.

Even though the current situation was more or less caused by Osmar, he was able to make Edwards unhappy, which is a credit.

Pileg echoed him enthusiastically.

This consistent flattering attitude finally made Clayton relax his guard. He put everyone down and helped Pileg fix his broken spine so that he could walk by himself.

At the same time, the dwarves he brought out began to groan, and they finally got rid of the influence of the poisonous gas.

"I remembered the last time I had a hangover, it seemed like hundreds of years ago."

"Me too."

"Mad, where is this? Why can't I see anything?"

There were complaints, and Clayton calmed them down and explained the situation.

The dwarves were unfazed by the danger facing Creighton.

"We have walked this road thousands of times. We can walk it with our eyes closed. You should go back and bring some more people out so that we can deal with Pan."

Clayton thought about it and decided that this was not feasible.

The upper bodies of those evil creatures were covered with thick keratin or scales. As long as they lay down in the narrow tunnel, their weaknesses would be in places where Clayton could not attack. If a werewolf fought them in such an environment, he would definitely be defeated.

Turning back now would risk hitting them, so we should continue with our plan to return to the surface.

"By the way," said Pilgrimage, "can I ask how you did it?"

Clayton didn't understand what he meant:
"what?"

"I saw you riding a horse before. Edwards used the sediment in people's hearts to cast witchcraft on your mount, but it did not get out of control. I want to know how you did that." He looked expectantly at the yellow eyes glowing in the darkness, waiting for an answer.

Clayton scraped his nails on the rock wall. He heard the wizard's true feelings and finally believed that Peleg was a horse lover and what he said before was not false.

But it was not in his interest to tell the answer now.

"Well, you help me finish my work, and I'll tell you how I do it," he told Pilgrimage.

(End of this chapter)