The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 334 The Fierce Loser

Even with the dwarf leading the way, it took Clayton an hour to get back to the surface.

They returned to the hiding place chosen by Clayton and searched the streets. There were some short swords and iron-headed staffs hidden in the houses here, enough to equip all of them.

Next, Clayton ventured into the water again, but this time he did not encounter the monsters, as they seemed to be lost in the tunnel. He brought four dwarves and his own broken weapon, the Mosquito Slayer, back to the surface, and equipped them with weapons from the houses as he had done before.

Seven dwarves, a werewolf, a witch, a wizard, and a demon.

Eleven heroes gathered together, smelling the aroma of Edwards' meat, and discussed their next plan of action.

These dwarves belonged to two factions, but they all agreed to cooperate temporarily. Clayton persuaded them not to go back alone for at least two days, saying that "the poison gas in the castle has not yet dissipated, and only Peleg and himself are immune to the poison gas."

As for what to do two days later, Clayton didn't care.

As a former enemy, Pileg seemed a little uneasy sitting among them, but no one paid any attention to him.

He was not accepted by the dwarves, but they simply did not take him seriously. However, this was the best outcome.

"Actually, I also know Pan. Pan is a huge creature. In the book I read before, there is a record of a twelve-foot-tall sheep-headed monster appearing in Nanbuliga. The average mature individual may be a little shorter, but not much shorter." Donna said.

This was worrying, as there was almost no such thing as longevity in Wonderland, and no one could say for sure how old Pan would get.

"Try Clara's flame."

"I don't know if Clara's ability can work on it." Donna said worriedly: "Edwards can no longer control his magic, those black uh..."

"The sediment of human hearts." Pileg began, trying to make himself seem more useful.

"For those whose human sediment is sinking into the ground, the power of the fire of the soul may not be as great as before."

Clara's inner fire needs fuel. It was because of the human heart sediment released by Edwards that it could exert its terrifying power. If the fuel is lost, the power of the magic will weaken.

Donna's words cast a dark cloud over the soldiers' hearts.

Clayton's werewolf form is currently only eight feet tall, but his strength is already terrifying. He can completely subdue an adult male brown bear with his strength, and his physical strength is enough to drag a bull for an hour, and he weighs six hundred pounds.

Clayton himself calculated that to hunt a monster like him, at least two or three plate armored warriors like before were needed. If the environment was open, he could perform more tactical actions. If there was no time limit, he could kill all the opponents by constantly engaging and exhausting their physical strength. The opponents had to be more than six people, and they had to be equipped with crossbows and muskets to trap and kill him with a high probability.

And the twelve-foot-tall monster
Let's put it this way, all it has to do is run towards them, and the movement of its calves is enough to kick all creatures except werewolves to death.

Together they may not weigh as much as each other.

If the magic doesn't work well, they will have to fight this guy in close combat.

In novels, the scene of a knight bravely fighting a monster can be simply described as "stabbing the monster in the vitals with one sword", but the risks that need to be taken before stabbing the vitals are avoided.

At twelve feet tall, only Clayton could reach Pan's vitals.

"Perhaps I should adopt the hyena's tactics," Clayton sighed and muttered to himself, but he was the only one here who had seen this animal from overseas, and no one knew what he was talking about.

The dwarves looked at each other, but could not tell the others' expressions because of their beards.

One of them spoke from his beard: "Don't worry about it. Maybe it will run into the Blood Lord. If they start fighting, we won't have to do anything."

The dwarf who spoke was from Basham's camp. The dwarf who came with him also nodded: "It can't possibly deal with the Blood Lord."

Clayton had heard the name before when he had overheard them talking.

Edwards seemed to have offended this person, so he sent Bathum to protect the border of this country.

"In fact, Pan should have arrived before him." Pileg said thoughtfully, "Before entering the castle, Edwards and I saw Pan's tracks in the forest, but now there is no movement at all. Maybe it is really entangled by the Blood Lord."

"Then can we communicate with the Blood Lord?" Clayton suddenly asked, "We now have Edwards' head, maybe we can use it as a bargaining chip to ask him to protect us."

"communicate?"

Bathum's men all laughed.

"Although we call it the Blood Lord, it is not a human. If you are lucky enough to see it, you will know that it is not a person with whom we can communicate. And it must be more dangerous than Pan. Nothing can harm it, and it has a way to kill us - forever."

This doesn't sound good. If they are unlucky, they may have to deal with two monsters that cannot communicate at the same time.

Clayton frowned, "So how did you block it?"

"It is very dangerous, but it has no eyesight. Our strategy to deal with it is to use sound to attract it back and forth so that it will not come near this country."

Another dwarf added: "But this method can't completely drive it away. The Blood Lord has a bad reputation and has been lingering on the border. Now many countries no longer have dealings with this country. Merchant caravans are afraid of being targeted by the Blood Lord, so they deliberately avoid us." He sighed regretfully: "Even if we get rid of Edwards, it will be difficult for this place to return to its former state."

Donna's eyes widened at the mention of "many countries" and "caravans," but her uncle stopped her from asking further questions.

"We don't have to discuss this right now," Clayton said, getting the subject back on track.

Since the dwarves who have dealt with the Blood Lord think that the Blood Lord is not a concern, they should focus on dealing with Pan.

After a brief discussion, they decided to immediately take Edwards' head to the farmland on the outskirts of the country and use it as a battlefield for a decisive battle with a twelve-foot-tall monster.

The fields were covered with green wheat seedlings, and they had to dig some hidden pits under the cover of the wheat seedlings.

Clayton had always hated rabbits, as did many riders, because these creatures would dig holes in the ground that were about the size of a horse's hoof, with grass growing next to them to cover them, making them hard to detect. If a horse accidentally stepped on a rabbit hole while running, its hoof would sink right into it, and the inertia of running would break its leg.

Now, it's their turn to use the rabbit's tactics.

There was no need to break Pan's legs, as long as they could make him fall, they would have a chance to attack his vital points.

The fields had been plowed and the soil was softer than elsewhere, so heavier creatures were more easily disturbed. They didn't need to dig the pit too deep; as long as Pan could step into it, his weight would perfect the pit.

A creature over ten feet tall must have a pair of large feet, and the range of the pits customized for it does not have much impact on the hunters here.

Donna and Clara also joined the work. Everyone had a serious expression and tried their best to speed up the digging. Because they didn't know when Pan would come, they had to try to set up the position before the decisive battle.

"Roar--"

A terrifying howl suddenly sounded.

It was so loud that they couldn't tell where the sound was coming from, but the sight more than made up for it.

A strong wind suddenly blew up in the forest not far away, and the trees rustled like waves on the sea. A twisted and huge shadow flashed in the shadows of the trees and moved towards them. Everyone stopped what they were doing, and they all picked up their weapons and prepared to meet the enemy.

There is no doubt that even if Edwards closed his consciousness, he could still send out a signal to attract help.

Clayton hung Edwards' head around his waist with a rope, his wolf eyes fixed on the terrifying enemy who was about to walk out of the forest. He stretched out the thumb of his right paw and pointed it at the figure standing in the shade of the trees, and was horrified to find that this enemy was much larger than they had expected.

It was at least fifteen feet tall, almost twice as tall as the werewolf.

Even before it emerges from the shadow, the outlines of the huge horns on both sides of its head already reveal its identity.

Pan is here.

The soldiers stared at the figure. They subconsciously grasped their weapons, but their palms were always sweating, causing the handles of the weapons to slide slightly and nervously.

"Remember the location of the trap we just dug." Clayton stared at the figure like them. "Attract it to go there. As long as it steps on the trap, we will win."

He tried to boost morale, and the dwarves responded absentmindedly, but everyone knew that the trap was useless. They designed the trap according to the size of a twelve-foot Pan, but the Pan in front of them was much larger and heavier than that.

The pit they dug might not even be as deep as the other party's footprints, so what purpose could this serve?

The reason they are still standing here and not running away is simply because they don't want to admit defeat.

Pileg withdrew his gaze, took a step back, and looked around at the others with a grim expression.

"Perhaps we can make a strategic move?"

"Transfer?" A dwarf trembled, but still sneered: "Its legs are longer than your entire body. Do you think you can run faster than it? Or do you plan to return Edwards to it?"

Pileg stopped talking and turned his attention back to the enemy, whose figure was moving in a strange way through the woods. It was not moving at a constant speed, but stopping from time to time for a few seconds before sprinting to the next position.

This type of movement is simply unheard of.

"Let's go over there," Clayton said suddenly.

The dwarves all turned around and looked at him like he was a madman.

Clayton told them honestly: "Okay, I admit that we are not strong enough to fight this guy, so now we can only hope that Clara's fire will work on it, but her magic power is weakening every moment. And at least there are some trees in the forest that can serve as cover."

The fact that magic is weakening every moment means that it is now at its most powerful.

The warriors understood what he meant. There was no better time than now for a decisive battle. They grabbed their weapons and roared in unison as they rushed down the field toward the Forest Pan.

As they broke through the bushes and charged towards the giant creature, the creature also pounced on them fiercely.

Tons of strong flesh slammed heavily to the ground, causing a shock that even interrupted the charge of the warriors and wizards, causing them to fall down together, with only the werewolf still standing.

The dwarves rolled on the ground, yelling and cursing, but when they stood up again and saw Pan's appearance clearly, they were all stunned.

This terrifying monster was indeed Pan. Its huge sheep head, black fur, and giant body all proved its identity.

However, its current condition is far from good.

It was so bad that the soldiers felt guilty when they thought about having to fight against it before.

Pan knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his hands on the ground so they could see all the scars on its body.

The black fur on his chest became bumpy and full of holes, almost all the flesh below his right ribs was missing, and his entire waist was gone.

Bright pink wounds were exposed under the black fur, intestines were hanging out of the ruptured abdominal cavity, dragging on the ground, and there were some places that looked like they should have internal organs, but now they were empty. Scarlet blood flowed out of the big hole, soaking the ground. Many short spears with silver light pierced its body in various places, including its arms and legs. They pierced from all directions and penetrated its body. You can see that the tips of the pierced spears were barbed and embedded tightly in Pan's flesh. They had been pulled back hard, tearing the flesh and blood until Pan's bones were exposed.

Moreover, this Pan only has one leg left.

Where Pan had passed before, the blood that was splashed everywhere almost drew a complete track on the ground.

"Save me." The sheep uttered a weak word with its mouth agape. It stretched out its hands to them, as if they were its saviors. But when its horizontal pupils saw the head hanging on the werewolf's waist, the fire of hope in front of its eyes suddenly extinguished, and it turned into a last-ditch ferocity.

"Clara!" Clayton shouted.

The flames of burning spirit ignited in Pan's body. He twisted his severely injured body wildly. His swinging right arm did not hit Clayton who was prepared, but smashed into the tree next to him. The terrifying force even broke the tough and strong trunk in the middle. Branches and leaves fell all over the ground, and the tree itself slowly fell down with a crisp breaking sound.

It just waves its arms, and the wind it creates can blow up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground, causing a cloud of dust.

The warriors who came to fight it retreated to the surroundings, avoiding its dying struggle.

It was not until four minutes later that the already extremely weak monster stopped its rampage and fell down.

Clayton stepped forward and with seven blows of the axe he chopped off its head.

The rest of the people gathered around and looked anxiously at the motionless body.

Even when it was down, it was still daunting.

What could possibly harm this Pan, so powerful even in his weakened state? Could that thing harm them, too?
"Is this caused by the Blood Lord?" Pileg asked tremblingly, his voice filled with a nervous excitement.

"Definitely not." One of Basham's men said. "The Blood Prince can't possibly cause such injuries. It doesn't kill people by force."

They looked at Clayton, who was examining Pan's body. Although the werewolf's face was expressionless, his body movements and subtle physical reactions made it possible to feel that he was in a strange mood.

A dwarf walked up to him and asked, "Do you know what caused this?"

The werewolf's eyes were fixed on the most horrific wounds on the huge corpse. He reached his sharp fingers in to feel around, and his voice was barely audible.

"Navy guns."

"what?"

"Navy guns!"

Clayton roared, and his black fingers withdrew from Pan's wound, twisting a few white maggot eggs on them.

"Shit! It just came back from the real world! It hasn't even been back for ten hours!"

(End of this chapter)