The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 336 Ending
The rubbing sound of the outer plate armor against the chain mail undergarment continued for a long time in the darkness.

The soldiers' swords struck the ground, causing echoes, and the sound of Edwards' body scales rubbing against the rocks was also long and continuous.

Even with the lighting equipment brought from the castle, they were still trapped underground. The tunnel in front of them was as complicated as a cow intestine. They could only judge whether they were closer to the ground than before by the echoes from knocking on the ground and the walls of the pit.

As their prisoner, Louis could only accompany them. A soldier pinned his head to his belt. He was treated the same way as an oil lamp, which swayed back and forth with the soldier's steps and hit his face from time to time.

Before entering Wonderland, Louis was already filled with pain, but it was spiritual, not physical.

Wonderland makes up for this shortcoming.

He woke up at an inappropriate time. When he opened his eyes, he was already in this complex cave. The lack of lungs made it impossible for him to ask questions. He could only silently wonder how much time had passed and passively listen to the conversation between these soldiers.

They were more concerned with finding their way and rarely talked about what had happened before, but Louis could more or less deduce what had happened after he was killed by Edwards.

At least Edwards didn’t win.

If the dark wizard had won, there would be no need for these soldiers to grope their way here.

This is good news, but it is irrelevant to Louis' current situation.

The soldiers didn't care if Louis was eavesdropping. They talked among themselves, each with their own thoughts. No one could play the role of a leader. From a simple complaint to a collective quarrel, this process repeated many times - just because they argued about where to exit. Accusing others of wrong guesses was also a common topic in the conversation.

This was no different from Louis' previous temporary companion.

It's ironic that a group of immortal people have no patience at all.

But this ridiculous journey will soon come to an end.

Sensing the arrival of the uninvited guest, the soldiers all stopped and turned around in surprise. A pair of yellow wolf eyes emerged from the depths.

A menacing growl emanated from the werewolf's sharp fangs, followed by the sound of Edwards' body falling to the ground.

Without caring about respecting their masters, the plate armored warriors dropped all their burdens and drew their weapons together.

The appearance of the werewolf was unexpected, and the two of them could deal with it, not to mention that there were six people here. Even though the tunnel was narrow and limited their position, the werewolf needed to face two swords at the same time. They didn't know where its courage came from.

Is it its daughter?
Donna stepped out from behind Clayton and stood shoulder to shoulder with him - but out of breath.

She was not a werewolf, and she had been chopped to pieces by them once before, without even casting any decent spells. They couldn't figure out how these two guys were going to defeat them.

Under the contemptuous gazes of so many people, the werewolf picked up the already broken Mosquito Slayer and cut his palm. The blood seeped into the axe handle. The axe blade drooped slightly. He turned the axe handle so that the broken middle section was in front and the axe blade was facing himself.

He was going to use the axe as a blunt instrument?
Edwards' fighters were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

The werewolves' strength to use blunt weapons was enough to deform their armor and even cause damage to their bodies through shock. But the purpose of armor in Wonderland was to prevent dismemberment, so death was not a big deal.

Even if they are dead, as long as they are not dismembered and there are comrades nearby to hold them back, they can quickly revive and return to the battle.

They were laughing so happily that they even ignored the witch's gesture of reaching out to them.

The werewolf had no intention of waiting for them to laugh enough before taking action. He held the axe wrapped in scarlet aura in both hands and smashed it down at the nearest warrior. He also lowered the axe because of the height of the tunnel. However, the warrior in front of him had no intention of resisting with his sword. He dodged sideways and the axe hit his feet, splashing gray stone chips.

The soldier who had dodged the attack was feeling proud when he suddenly noticed that the oil lamp on his waist was flickering due to the intense movement just now.

He immediately realized the werewolf's intention and shouted, "He wants to put out our lights!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the oil lamp on the waist of another soldier exploded.

Peng!
Hot oil and glass shards hit the metal armor of the surrounding companions, but did not cause any damage at all.

Hiss—short and fast sounds are emitted almost at the same time.

The lampshade around another person's waist was cut open by some invisible blade, and the candle inside was also cut into two pieces.

Two lamps were destroyed in succession, and the light in the tunnel dimmed visibly.

Edwards's warriors had limited candles and lamp oil brought from the castle, so in order to extend the lighting time, they planned to save on their use, lighting only four lamps in total. Half of these light sources were destroyed within a few seconds of meeting the werewolf, which shocked and angered them.

The three soldiers standing in the front row reached a consensus without any communication and no longer adopted a conservative fighting method.

The warrior standing in the middle suddenly leaned forward and rushed forward, ignoring the heavy axe that was hitting his head. The other two covered his wings and slashed at the werewolf with their swords from both sides. The ferocious combined attack formation locked the monster on the body.

The werewolf took a step back, escaping the attack range of the two two-handed swords on his left and right, allowing the sword in the middle to pierce him. He then smashed the axe down heavily, hitting the warrior in front of him on the head.

The heavy weight also smashed a hole in the thick metal helmet, and the dull sound of the blow was terrifying. The warrior under the helmet had prepared to be knocked unconscious by this blow, but the feeling of being hit was light and he could not feel the weight at all. He exclaimed, and thought this was an opportunity, so he turned the long sword and swept it horizontally, but he swung in the air and punched his companion next to him instead.

At some point, the black steel two-handed sword in his hand, which had been tempered through thousands of hammers, broke into pieces, leaving only a bare hilt.

The werewolf treated the sword that pierced his body as nothing, grinned and knocked down the warrior in front of him with a punch, then rushed to the second person without fear and used the same routine again.
Clayton's purpose from the beginning to the end was not to destroy the lighting, it was just a bait to cover up the real purpose.

In wonderland, you can have many lives, but weapons are not easy to find.

Donna's spell of pointing and taking shape was originally only used to create a substitute to save her life, but now it became an offensive magic to destroy the weapons in their hands. Once they lost their weapons, these people wearing invulnerable armor were nothing more than iron cans that could be opened at any time for the werewolves.

Clayton used his body as a shield, blocking their weapons before attacking their owners.

Until the last sword was destroyed, these warriors still didn't understand what was going on. They could only abandon everything and flee in panic as they were pursued by the werewolves.

The werewolf chased for a few steps and then stopped, lying on the ground breathing heavily. The oil lamp dropped by the soldiers emitted a bright yellow light in the corner. Donna could see blood gathering at the tips of the long hair on the werewolf's abdomen, dripping down one by one.

Even if you master the tactics to win, the pain will not be reduced.

It traded wounds for wounds, and its body became riddled with holes once again.

Donna could almost feel the angry Clayton in the werewolf coming back, but in the end it didn't.

Their experiences during this period have greatly honed their ability to endure pain.

Clayton lay there for a while, then stood up holding onto the wall of the pit. He grabbed the swords sticking out of his body with one hand and pulled them out one by one. The remaining penetrating wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye - the werewolf had absorbed a lot of energy from Pan, so there was no need to save it now.

"Should we chase them?" Donna looked at the direction those people fled.

"No, they are no longer a threat."

The werewolf bent down and picked up the head of his old acquaintance Louis, then reached out and grabbed the snake tail on Edwards' body and walked in the direction they came from. They were going back to the castle to deal with the final problem.

Adhering to the spirit of mutual assistance among allies, they first resurrected the accompanying priests.

When Louis' head was put back in place, he sat up and scratched his throat, his voice slightly out of tune: "Don't bring Edwards' body up there."

"What's going on?" Clayton asked.

The priest glanced at him and then turned his attention back to the half-man, half-snake corpse: "Even his soldiers know that he is a suspicious person, so I believe that if he has any secrets, he must carry them with him or hide them with his familiars. Now that they have merged into one, if there is anything we need to know..."

Clayton understood what he meant. "Your suggestion is very good. We will dissect his body and examine it later. It doesn't matter if we leave it here afterwards."

Since Edwards' demonic power has been suppressed, this situation may not be bad. After all, it would be dangerous to keep the two parts of Edwards' body in close proximity.

"I have one more thing to deal with." The priest stood up and turned to look at the gap on the first floor of the castle. The castle was still filled with poisonous gas. His body was dragged out by Clayton and then pieced together, so he could not see the man.

"Where is Trud Osmar?"

Louis' voice was still steady and gentle, but Donna could sense that his anger was no less than Clayton's before.

"Still in the castle, but unable to resist," said Clayton.

The priest nodded solemnly: "Please hand him over to me now. I will remember your favor."

"Unfortunately, please wait a little longer. I have something to talk to him about."

This was not the right answer. For the first time, Louis’ eyes became fierce. Everything else didn’t matter, but he would never give in on this matter.

"You want to protect him?"

Donna also noticed the tense atmosphere. She stood between them and tried to ease it, but no one paid attention to her.

"No, I just want to bring him to the surface," Clayton explained sincerely.

"Why is that? You'd better explain it!"

Facing Louis' questioning, the werewolf's pupils dilated in the center of his eyeballs, and the corners of his mouth pulled back happily, revealing two rows of white fangs: "The light on the surface is more sufficient, so I can better appreciate his miserable state when I torture him."

This was Clayton, who was dominated by curses. Donna turned to look at him in surprise, wondering why his reason was once again devoured by anger.

The outrageous answer made Father Louis silent for a moment.

"I just wanted to kill him."