Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton rotated the long ax, used the ax handle to swipe away the clown who was charging behind him with a dagger, and then kicked the circus ringmaster back with a side kick.

The thick body was unexpectedly light in weight, but when it hit the tent, it still deflected several of the tent poles, causing the entire tent to tilt backwards and overturn.

Facing this moment, Clayton was well prepared.

The conditions given by the circus director were so good that he even allowed the two outsiders to receive the same remuneration and did not propose any punishment measures for breach of contract. The expressions of other circus members proved this - they didn't care at all.

The reason they don't care is that they don't think Creighton and Julius can share their money.

Before Clayton could continue his analysis, a thick soft whip had already wrapped around his right arm - the trainer was standing five yards away, smiling sinisterly.

Julius raised his wand for support. The woman opposite him, Gilda, suddenly stuffed the crystal ball into her bra and lifted up her skirt with both hands. A human rabbit wearing only clothes and holding a miniature weapon jumped out from under the skirt and landed on the ground. , rushing towards him like an army, he had to focus on dealing with these little beasts in front of him.

The glimmer of magic intertwined with the murderous rabbits, who gradually became incapacitated and fell to the ground as they approached Julius.

Seeing this scene, the female diviner held up the crystal ball again and murmured something. The glove box next to her suddenly opened the slats, and four exceptionally strong and strong-armed rabbits came out of it, two of which were holding spears. Guarding the fortune teller, the other two raised their bows and arrows at the wizard.

On the other side, seeing Clayton's arm entangled with the trainer's long whip and being restricted from movement, the clown saw the opportunity and pounced on his back again.

Clayton suddenly turned to the right, and his bulging muscle arms pulled hard on the soft whip. The trainer was at a disadvantage in the dual competition of weight and strength, and almost flew over with his feet off the ground. If he hadn't let go, Quick, it's time to block the clown's blade for Clayton.

The loose handle of the whip drew an arc according to Clayton's control, and the hard knot was about to hit the clown's face. He suddenly turned over and dodged.

"He is an ancient knight!" the beast tamer shouted.

Ancient knights are extraordinary people who still use cold weapons as their main means of combat.

His companions heard this and immediately changed their tactics.

Hearing just two gunshots, Clayton felt as if a red-hot iron was burning under his ribs. The clown in front of him took out his gun, but it was not a bullet flying from this direction. He looked back angrily at Success The circus ringmaster shot himself, but couldn't find where the other person hid the gun in his robe.

Someone was angrier than him - the animal trainer collapsed on the ground, covering his hat with bullet holes in shock, and scolded the clown.

"Idiot, you almost killed me!"

"I'm sorry." The clown answered him passively, then dropped the empty gun and picked up the dagger.

Seeing that Julius was still entangled with the rabbits, Clayton took advantage of this leisure to suppress his hunger and said: "We still have a chance for peace now, as long as you make it clear."

What responded to him was the circus ringmaster's sneer: "Don't you understand? You are useless! We don't need more competitors."

They didn't give him any more chances and pounced together again.

Clayton raised his ax and aimed it at the weakest-looking trainer. The latter sat on the grass and grinned. He took off his bowler hat with both hands and turned it over. A large amount of colored paper spewed out from it like a volcano. film, completely covering up his figure.

The long ax still struck at the trainer's original position, but it didn't hit the flesh and blood.

"I'm also a magician, are you surprised?" A greasy voice sarcastically said behind the colorful curtain.

Clayton ignored him, and flexibly twirled his right hand to untie the long whip wrapped around it. Then he turned and held the handle of the whip in his hand, and slapped him with his backhand. While forcing the clown back, he slapped him in the face. There was a bloody wound on his body.

He also has considerable experience in using whips.

The lieutenant turned the long ax with his left hand and used the ax handle to hold the circus ringmaster's steel knife. The latter's upper body was pressed straight over, and a second opponent stretched out from his robe to grasp him tightly. A ball of fire erupted from the hollow of his mouth.

The new burns on his face made Clayton forget the pain of his chest injury. He knocked the circus ringmaster away with a knee and stepped back sharply to avoid the heat. He did not notice that the clown's flying knives had hit him. behind.

The sharp shape pierced into the flesh, causing Donna to cry out in surprise, and the easy chair beneath her shook violently.

She was about to drink tea, but the handle of the cup provided by Barbara suddenly cracked, and the blooming wooden thorn pricked her fingers, causing blood to flow. Her fingers reflexively opened and she could barely hold the cup. If she hadn't reacted Hurry, move the cup away in time, the scalding tea is about to ruin her new dress.

"Are you OK?"

Barbara nervously put down her pen and paper and stood up. She wanted to go over and care about the girl, but when she saw her bleeding fingers, her eyes and mood became a little out of control.

Even if she had eaten enough werewolf blood, fresh and hot food would still make her dizzy.

"I'm okay."

Donna carefully placed the cup on the armrest and pulled out the wooden thorns from her fingers with her bare hands.

Her mother had taught her how to deal with it. She wasn't too worried about the wound getting worse. With just a little medicated oil and wine, such a small wound would disappear quickly.

She made her request clear, and Barbara immediately went out and went downstairs to get what she wanted.

It seemed that the female vampire had closed the door too hard, and the attic window trembled violently in its frame. A large piece of glass was shattered into pieces, and fell inward due to the strong wind outside.

Donna hurriedly put on the red hood, turned her upper body around, and used the thick cotton material to resist the attack of glass fragments.

Those glowing glass shards cut into the body like tiny blades. Fortunately, Clayton was very particular about his clothes. The black woolen coat woven using twill weaving technique was not only waterproof, but also protected against ordinary blades. Can block it.

Of course, a direct attack from a supernatural being wouldn't work, but it was more than enough to deal with the female diviner's broken crystal ball.

Julius is still busy there.

Opposite him, only the four strongest remaining killer rabbits released by the Gilda woman were lying on the ground. There were many thick dust visible to the naked eye floating around the wizard, which seemed to be the reason why they lost their ability to move. .

He branched left and right, trying to stab the female fortune teller with a short knife polished by animal horns, but the four rabbits took turns shooting arrows and stabbing spears, preventing him from moving forward.

Fortunately, the wizard's corset had a positive effect. He had a slender waist and could easily avoid those attacks by simply turning sideways.

The scene was too much for the lieutenant to stand, and he shouted.

"Julius, kill her quickly!"

Dealing with three people at the same time gave him a lot of trouble. He had to turn around to deal with the enemies and the rabbit's cold arrows.

From the beginning of the battle, the dark clouds in the sky were blown away by chance, and the cold sunset behind him, which looked almost the same as the moon, became the final constraint for his transformation. If not, he would have opened a breakthrough long ago.

Although those rabbits standing in human form look muscular, they are no bigger than a dog at most, and their strength is definitely not as strong as that of an adult, and they will not die even if they get hit twice.

If Julius kills the witch, he can come back to help him.

His urging had an effect, and the wizard rushed forward bravely.

The rabbit in front of the female fortune teller Gilda once again aimed her bow and arrow at Julius. The other two came forward with spears in hand. Unexpectedly, Clayton launched an attack from the flank. He swung his long whip and hit one of them. On his body, the body that was knocked away knocked the formation of his companions apart. The wizard took the opportunity to step forward and spray the hypnotic powder mist, but the Gilda woman was not to be outdone, and took out a cold-hard snake stick and struggled with him.

Seeing the lieutenant turn his head to support the other side, the circus leader next to him thought there was an opportunity and approached again with his steel knife, but he didn't expect it to be a trap.

Clayton kept watching him from the corner of his eye. While wielding the whip with his right hand to drive away the other circus members, he held the two-handed ax in his left hand and easily swung it up at an angle, cutting off the upper body of the circus director.

The robed upper body fell straight forward and fell to the ground, but no blood or internal organs flowed out.

The weirdly bloated lower body took a few steps forward and fell to the ground. A dwarf with a clean beard crawled out from inside.

Clayton was eager to create an opening. He shook his right hand back again, and struck the dwarf with the long ax of his left hand. However, two cards flew into his eyes, forcing him to retreat, and then another stream of white smoke spurted out from the side. , when he looked at the ground clearly again, the animal trainer had disappeared with the leader.

Behind him, the clown threw a dagger with all his strength. When Clayton turned around and subconsciously blocked it, he sprinted with a short body and stabbed the lieutenant's defenseless abdomen with the blade.

Then he died.

Blood dripped from the corner of Clayton's mouth and streaked across the clown's face, like two lines of bloody tears.

Although the body under the strange clothes is still upright, it is no longer his legs that maintain balance.

Clayton bent over slightly, and the half-animal werewolf head poked out from his shoulders. The two canine teeth at the front of the lower jaw penetrated deeply into the clown's eye socket, and it bit through the man's head, killing him. He picked it up, then turned around and hung the body on his chest to show the public.

This bizarre and ferocious scene left the circus members almost speechless, their hand movements deformed, and they were unable to make effective attacks.

"He's a werewolf!" the trainer exclaimed as he witnessed the entire process of the hair on the back of Clayton's head transforming into a mane.

The Gilda woman looked up at the sky, a look of horror on her face.

"The sun is going down!"

At some point, the sun withdrew its last grace and hid behind the dark canopy.

They failed to seize this opportunity, but the werewolf discovered the opportunity based on instinct.

The members of the circus have almost lost their fighting spirit. Everyone knows that the descendants of the moon like werewolves can exert their greatest strength at night - and they have already lost one person.

This was indeed the case. The blood and fragility of the prey inspired the werewolf's madness. The parts below Clayton's neck were rapidly expanding, wanting to completely enter the beastly state.

"Don't transform!" Julius shouted.

But this is not for the sake of their enemy, he has his own selfish motives.

Clayton gave the wizard a cold look, but still suppressed his transformation instinct. He did not further transform into a beast, but he also did not cancel the half-animal transformation. He flicked his neck and threw the clown's body towards the circus director. ,