The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 335: Madness and Wisdom
No one knew why Clayton was so excited.

They had never heard of naval guns, and they had no feelings about Pan's appearance in the world.

Only Clayton could feel this shock.

The werewolf's long muzzle approached Pan's remains, and he could almost smell the fresh salty smell of sea water and the residual heat of gunpowder from it, which was a completely different smell from where they were now.

The huge wound under the right rib of this giant was definitely caused by a cannonball, and the reason why he judged that this was an attack from the ship was because of the densely packed silver short spears on its body.

At first glance, you might think these barbed metal spikes are broken spear tips, but they are not. They are the ammunition for the heavy harpoon guns used by sea adventurers to hunt whales, with the remnants of broken fishing lines at the end. Each of these ammunition weighs four pounds and is fired through a gas pressure device with enough power to penetrate thin steel.

The number of harpoons stuck in this Pan's body proves that it has encountered more than one brave warrior.

As far as Clayton knew, only the pagan knights of the Hisar Islands Empire used this weapon on a large scale. They once fought with Towton's troops at sea. The climate at sea was humid, and gunpowder often got damp, so those pagan warriors used this weapon, which could penetrate the heavy armor of Towton's knight officers and then drag them out of the battle formation.

Clayton had read the records of that war and understood the Hisar people's tactics. He could almost picture the scene in his mind - at a seaside port, a giant with a sheep's head suddenly appeared at the cargo storage area. The busy workers and sailors were caught off guard and fled their workplace in panic, leaving a mess behind.

The navy stationed at the port blew the horn, and more than forty pagan knights rushed from the nearest knights' station, facing the panicked fleeing crowd and approaching Pan, shooting at it with their heavy harpoon guns, and then dragging the ropes backwards like boatmen, trying to restrict its movement. The barbs at the tip of the harpoon penetrated the monster's torso and limbs, embedding into its flesh as they exerted force, while musketeers shot at Pan.

The pain drove Pan crazy. He struggled as hard as he could, breaking many ropes and probably killing quite a few people, but the warriors had completed their mission of delaying time.

A warship near the port began to prepare the moment the horn was blown. It turned slowly, and during this process, a rotating cannon fixed to the side of the ship was operated by a skilled gunner, shooting at the 15-foot-tall behemoth from a long distance. Although the ship was slightly bumping with the waves, he still hit the target accurately.

This hit Pan's right rib as he was being restrained by the soldiers, breaking half of his body.

Pan fell to his knees due to his severe injuries, but Hisar's warriors began to evacuate.

This is not cowardice, but a way to avoid fire from one's own people.

The warship finally turned to a suitable angle, a gun on the side lowered its muzzle, and the gunner fired. This time the shot was a shotgun, which was used to "clean" the decks of enemy ships in the past, but now it was this enemy that was suffering from it.

The hail-like projectiles hit Pan, but perhaps because of the long distance, the lethality was reduced.

The pellets embedded in the fur matched Clayton's memory of the stuffing inside a shotgun shell.

Pan did not die, but he realized that this was not a suitable place for him to cause trouble, so he turned around and ran away.

But the other cannon was ready, this time firing chain bullets, and the spinning chains and blades caught up with Pan from behind, severing its legs in an instant.

The werewolf's fingers scraped across the cross-section of Pan's broken leg, which was still stained with rust particles.

Pan fell to the ground, motionless. When the soldiers of the Hisar Empire were about to continue the attack, it suddenly supported itself with both hands, knocked over a pile of debris, and went around to the back of the nearest building to take a temporary rest. A fly, not afraid of its power, stopped on its wound to lay eggs. After resting for just a few seconds, the soldiers rushed here, but could only watch it suddenly disappear. What happened next is the story they know happened in fairyland.

The above process may differ from the actual situation, but the difference is not too big, and a lot of evidence proves this.

The reason why Pan was so miserable was that he appeared in front of a well-trained army, but what if he appeared in the urban area?
Clayton couldn't imagine it.

The injuries on Pan's body showed that the real world was no longer safe.

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When he thought of the name Chude Osmar, irritability and rage surged into Clayton Bello's chest. His stomach twitched, and he suddenly felt that the world was blank. The feeling of fullness that the fairyland had always provided him disappeared, and the feeling of hunger completely occupied his consciousness.

The werewolf raised its neck, then dived down, biting Pan's body with a wheezing sound, burying its upper body completely in the blood plasma.

"Damn it, he's gone mad," said one of the dwarves.

Pileg looked at the werewolf in astonishment, then turned to look at Donna: "What's going on? There is no moon in Wonderland, why did he have a moon mania attack?"

"Werewolves don't only go crazy in the moonlight." Donna recalled the various taboos that Clayton told her, and answered him affirmatively: "He must be very angry now."

The dwarf next to him spread his hands and said, "Because of that ship gun?"

"So what are naval guns?" asked another dwarf.

Pileg asked with concern, "How long will he last like this?"

"Why doesn't he bite us?" More dwarves gathered around.

“What do we do next?” – everyone’s question.

"Are we going back?"

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After Clayton lost his mind, the responsibility of answering questions fell on Donna. Everyone else thought that she was Clayton's heir, so she should know all the plans and the reasons why Clayton became like this. But she didn't know what a naval gun was!
For the first time, the girl felt how inadequate her intelligence was. She was overwhelmed and gave all kinds of ambiguous answers.

After a while, Clayton gradually stopped.

As the object of this gluttonous feast, one-fifth of Pan's body was eaten, and his chest and abdomen were completely hollowed out by the werewolves.

And on the huge sheep head that rolled to the ground, the horizontal pupils no longer moved.

Because it was between humans and beasts, the immortal power of the fairyland was only half effective on it. When the head was cut off, its chest was still heaving, but when Clayton ate its heart, it really died.

Clayton stopped eating and looked at it quietly with his yellow eyes, as seriously as if he was looking at himself in the mirror.

"Huh - he's fine, you can ask him." Donna breathed a sigh of relief.

People asked Clayton questions, but he said nothing and just lay quietly on Pan's body.

This silence is really strange.

Just when everyone thought he was still in a frenzy, he suddenly said, "I have to go take care of something with my daughter. You guys go back to the room we were in before."

He got up, threw the head to the dwarf, then grabbed the axe and walked towards the direction of the collapsed castle without explaining anything.

Donna followed behind him, holding Clara, and observed Clayton through her eyes. The mental state he showed made her start to worry about his condition. He now gave her the feeling that he was a different person inside, a soul similar to Clayton, but completely driven by anger.

In this state, he had no care for external things in his heart. He chose Donna not to take better care of her, but just because he could use her at the moment.

"This is the curse," the girl couldn't help but think. Although she didn't think of herself as a child who needed constant care, this kind of indifference that had never appeared on Clayton hurt her a little.

This is not the usual Clayton, but it is undoubtedly another side of Clayton.

They are one.

The uncle and nephew's walking route was the same as others in the early stage, but Clayton's pace was getting faster and faster, and Donna had to run as fast as she could to keep up with him, while the others were left far behind.

"You can use the magic of pointing to objects." Clayton suddenly spoke.

Donna didn't understand why he brought it up now, but she admitted it anyway.

This magic has been used twice recently. The first time, Clayton used his pistol to die for him, and the second time, he used the mosquito swarm killer to resist Edwards' magic attack. This is something Clayton has known for a long time.

"Can this magic be used on others?"

"it should be OK."

Donna wasn't sure, but she believed that her skills in this magic had improved and it could at least work in part.

"Okay." Clayton fell silent again.

This made Donna worried. She was worried that she had given too much trust, so she hurriedly explained the principle of this magic.

"This magic requires the application of the theory of spiritual replacement, in which the connection between the aura of the person and the object is a necessary requirement and cannot be used casually. Only the object that the recipient has invested his energy in can serve as a substitute to resist damage. At the very least, it must be an item that the recipient often carries with him, which has been contaminated with his aura for a long time."

She hesitated. “Your axe meets the requirements, but it has already been used once and cannot be sacrificed a second time.”

The werewolf was now naked, and the Mosquito Slayer was already damaged. Apart from that, she really couldn't see what else Clayton had that could be used as a spellcasting material.

"I know." Clayton said calmly, "So I asked you if I can use this magic on others."

“For whom?”

"Our enemy."

Donna pondered what he meant as she ran, and before she knew it, they had arrived again at the deep pit where the castle had sunk.

The werewolf paused here, looking out into the darkness of the pit.

"Are you ready? I hope you won't vomit again this time." There was a bit more life in Clayton's tone. He had temporarily freed himself from the influence of the curse.

Donna's nervous heart finally relaxed. She carried Clara on her shoulders and then jumped on the werewolf's back.

"Of course," she said happily.